Bastille Day

[paysdelamour]

Another year gone by... ah la la... so many things have changed, and yet, many more have stayed the same, non? We have a saying in France - un clou chasse l'autre. "One nail chases the other". It means, simply, life goes on. And that, at least, has given me comfort in this past year. Despite the things you have thrown at me! [He gives a small laugh.] Alors, je suppose, the lion's share.

I know you have been very busy with Angleterre as of late, mais... it was very sweet of you to consider me on my national holiday. I know you are tired from your Fourth, mais, fireworks and a parade are always thrilling, oui? And they are most fun when they are French. [A smile, before he puts his cigarette back to his lips and takes a deep breath. After releasing the smoke upwards, he thinks for a moment.] Le Musée du Louvre, et l'Opera, they are free today, I think. Of course, I have not been paying much attention to those things. I remember when most of those works were written, and painted. Though it is nice to stop in, once in a while. Perhaps I will take a small look around before the parade.

[He takes another drag, this time releasing the smoke from his nose. After a pause, he speaks again.]

I would not mind, you know. Joining a game again. Though that is for when you are much less busy - you still have one game you must return to, and another you were planning on joining. Your obligations take precedence, bien sûr. I will wait. [Another of his grins lights up his face.] I have stayed by your side for this long, mademoiselle - it would be terrible of me to abandon you now. I would hardly be able to call myself a gentleman, then! Even if I do have to hear Angleterre complain more often... though I can still handle him on my own.

Do what you must, ma belle. I will be here. Joyeux Quatorze Juillet. Now if you will excuse me, I believe there is a bottle of wine calling my name...

Comments

[potatomasher]

Are you planning to get drunk today?

[Don't mind him. He's just... Around.]

[paysdelamour]

[He gives off a small laugh, not to laugh at Germany's question, but mostly because he's amused at how adorable Germany is (or at least, how adorable France thinks he is).]

Perhaps. I suppose it is a question of whether I will be drinking with someone, or drinking alone~

[potatomasher]

Ah. You don't seem like someone fond of plain wasting away an entire bottle of wine all by yourself. You could ask for company.

[maple_syrup_can]

Joyeux anniversaire.

[Canada comes with two bottles of wine in hand, one his own best ice wine, and the other the best French red he could find.]

It sounds like you've had a quiet year?

[paysdelamour]

Ah, merci, mon petit!

[He's going to get a hug. A very nice, long hug, followed by a bise, one kiss on each cheek. After that's done, Francis gently takes the bottles from him and examines them.] Ah, these are lovely... you have always been such an angel to me, Matthieu.

Well, quiet in some ways, not so in others. [France gives Canada a little wink, and then goes back to examining the bottles.] I did return home from a game only a few months ago, when it closed.

[maple_syrup_can]

[Canada shyly but happily returns the hug, his face colouring slightly. He loves the attention France gives him.

He blushes again at the compliment over the wine- let it not be said he didn't learn some things from France.]

It would be remiss of me to not bring you something fine, Papa.

[He gives a small smile in return to the wink.] You always manage to find things to do. I'm sorry that your game closed though.

May I open one for you? [He indicates the bottles with a gesture.]

1/3

[shirtphobia]

If you do find somewhere, feel free to let me know. I've been shopping around a little too.

[shirtphobia]

...not that I miss you or anything like that. It'd simply be pleasant. To meet you again.

[shirtphobia]

...

But maybe I do miss you a little.

[puckoff]

Joyeux anniversaire, papa. [ With a soft but warm smile. ] Hope the next year is good to you as well!

It'd be fun to see you in a game some time, but I guess that will depend on a lot of different things, eh?

[paysdelamour]

Merci, Canada. [He smiles, pulling his baby boy (let's face it, Canada will always be his baby boy no matter how old he gets) in for a hug. He doesn't plan on letting go any time soon.]

Oui, it will - mostly my mun. Angleterre likes to be hard on her, mais, she is doing her best with what she can. I do not want to rush her into something.

[forgodandfrance]

Joyeux anniversaire! [ though it wasn't exactly his birthday back when she'd lived. it's the way nations work, though.

she plucks the cigarette from his lips, dropping it and putting it out with her heel. ] And enough of that. You have much better things to be doing today, oui?

omg you're back /cries tears of joy

[paysdelamour]

... Jeanne. [And his eyes light up, in a way they only do around her. France doesn't seem to enjoy being scolded, though once the cigarette is out he's turned his whole attention to her, his smile softening, still as warm as always.]

Oui. Speaking to you, par exemple. [His hand immediately reaches for hers, so he may bring it to his lips for a small kiss.]

[tomate]

Hmm, a little break is never bad, I think. It's always good.

Feliz cumpleaños , as well.

[paysdelamour]

Ah la la, Toñio... a break is lovely, mais... it can only go on so long before I begin to feel restless. I do miss spending time with people.

Merci. [A smile.] Did you get me anything?

[sonneur]

Musée du… what?

[ Quasimodo raises an eyebrow. This man can't possibly be talking about the palace of the same name, right? ]

[paysdelamour]

Ah... [He smiles, softly, not menacing at all. It's just the warm smile of a proud nation. kinda looks like phoebus]

So you must know it as Le Palais, non? Ah la la... I must still have looked to be a young teenager, then. Mon Dieu, that was so long ago...

[antinouswild]

[Enjolras straightens his back and shoulders, looking at his nation levelly. There's an awkward sensation, with everything that had transpired in the port. He's equally driven to embrace and scold. Still, everything simply distills into the base emotion, he loves his nation, and always will. With a faint, pure smile, he speaks after an awkward moment, his tone and eyes reverent.]

Hello, Francois.

It is good to see you.

[paysdelamour]

[There is no way on Earth that this proud nation can look upon Enjolras and hide the giant grin that spreads across his face, one that crinkles his nose and makes his eyes twinkle. Like the other, he too has only one feeling; and that is of fatherly pride for his strong people, and in this case, his strong citizen.]

Enjolras... ah, mon cher, it is wonderful to see you too. [He approaches, but doesn't hug, yet - instead opting to clamp a hand on his shoulder.] You have hardly changed, since I saw you last.

[magnetic_magpie]

Joyeux anniversaire mon cher ami.

[paysdelamour]

[And he, of course, replies immediately in French.] Ah, thank you so much, Michael! What more could I ask for on my birthday than seeing an old friend?

[France smiles, moving in for his customary gentle kiss to each cheek.]

[unionjackoff]

God, you're depressing today.

[paysdelamour]

Am I? [An amused hum.] If anything, I should be brightening your day with merely my presence, non?

[pledged_to_me]

Lá breithe shona Proinsais! [She chuckles, holding up a very dusty bottle] Wine on such a day though? Suggestin' a bottle of centuries old whiskey, aye I am. Bein' much better than that grape juice you're bein' so fond of.

[paysdelamour]

Ah - go raibh maith agat, a stór. [Please don't try to focus on his pronunciation, only that he tried - really hard - to pronounce it correctly, and his accent still got in the way.]

It is not "grape juice", and you know this. There are many nuances to wine! Still... [He eyes the bottle.] A little change would not hurt, to make today more exciting.