on his mun's insane ideas regarding him and *Hetalia* of all things

[workingclass]

Mademoiselle, I do not often say this, and never to women, but you are insane.

[Feuilly's normally a polite and fairly calm young man. His mun, however, is trying his patience]

There is no such thing as a--a literal personification of a country. There is not someone walking the streets who is France in the flesh, nor is there a Greece or a Poland despite your attempts to tell me otherwise. Please, get back to your schoolwork and stop this absurdity.

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[niepokonany]

Rude! Like, do I go telling people you don't exist?

[workingclass]

E-excuse me?

[niepokonany]

It's totally bad enough, with Russia and Austria and Prussia getting all, "how can you be a nation without any land, be a good territory and shut up while the empires are talking!" Who says you get to act like I don't exist, too?

[It's a little touchy right now, ok?]

[workingclass]

What on Earth are you talking about?

[...Monsieur? Mademoiselle? He's not sure which]

[piccolino]

Then why would you say anything in the first place if you're just going to call her names, dumb ass? Dammit, even if you are French you shouldn't go around saying stupid things!

[workingclass]

Excuse me? Call who names--the mademoiselle?

[piccolino]

[Romano may have to crane his neck to see properly into the man's face, but it hardly stops him from delivering the meanest scowl he could muster.]

You can't call women 'insane', dammit! Especially when they're not! What if somebody heard you? Stupid!

[workingclass]

[This is actually kind of cute. Feuilly tries to not smile]

I meant no offense and she knows that. She is just...there is no other word to describe her...ideas.

[beautifulbaguette]

Ahh.. but if your mun is insane in her belief that nations are capable of walking and talking, then I suppose that must make mine doubly so.

[workingclass]

How so?

[beautifulbaguette]

She plays host to several of us, here.

I am France. In the flesh, as you say.

[workingclass]

...pardon? You are who?

[light_em_up]

Is it really such a crazy idea, though? I mean, there's so many things and people here I never believed existed before... maybe things like what your mun is talking about are possible? [It's a gentle objection. She's something of a fantasy book fan, so she can dig it.] Besides, even if there isn't, it gives the muns ideas that make them happy. That's worth something, I think...

[cynisme]

If France were herself a person, I would drown myself in the Seine.

[workingclass]

I would join you. There are madmen here, Grantaire.

[cynisme]

You would join me. And why is that, aside from the madmen?

[workingclass]

Mostly the madmen. One nearly took off his shirt for reasons I do not understand.

[beautifulbaguette]

Himself.

[cynisme]

Herself, unless you've heard nothing of Madame Marianne.

[polias]

[ The idea of meeting France in the flesh is probably Victorine's equivalent to meeting Santa Claus. But all she'll do for now is lift her eyebrows. ]

Pardon?

[workingclass]

Swear to God, that is what she is trying to tell me.

[polias]

The very idea makes my mun cackle - an awful, irritating sound. She thinks we ought to "double date" with Poland and France.

Late, but she was born because of this post sooooooo....

[la_marianne]

[Excuse she while she chuckles.]

It is never too late to make Feuilly regret his life

[workingclass]

Are you alright, mademoiselle?

Poor Feuilly, he's in for a surprise (also this goes without saying, but excuse the crack)

[la_marianne]

Oui, Monsieur Feuilly.
[She regains composure quickly. Though there's a smile that feels almost motherly.]
Though I don't know how Madame Polonia would take your words

(ooc: Now in it's appropriate place)