that, however many that may be, he treats them well.

always treats them well, that much he can assure! Even when they complain abou-- *to* him, in the end they always come back for more~~ /EGO

would say he's impressed, but he expects nothing less from his beloved 'oncle'!

happy to hear that! He has to be a good parental figure to these younger nations, eh? He hopes Gaul is following his footsteps. Ohoho~

used to being called Gaul by him...even if that was his Maman. He'll casually mention he's known as France now, and oui. He has a -

mentions] reputation to rival the older nation's.

France? He'll keep that in mind, then! That's an easier way to distinguish him from mama Gaul~ And oh, that's great! "I'm proud!"

not thought about his Maman in a long time, so now he's starting to feel a bit nostalgic. Nn. "Vraiment? I'm glad you are." He kind of -

looks up to him.

wouldn't have wanted otherwise - imagine him looking up to like... Germania. No, just. No. I: He grins. "Yes, yes. Good to know you're-

-following the right footsteps!"

he would be like Allemagne in that case. He has...ah...a few things in common with him...but. Yeah. He assumes Rome knows about uptight-

Germans. "Oui. Not only the right, but the best."

know about those, yes; Germania isn't exactly a happy campter, you know. I: What things do they have in common though, he wonders? "Oh haha~

True that, my boy!" Have a pat on the shoulder. "I couldn't have said it better myself!"

they have blond hair, blue eyes in common. A border. Sometimes similar politics. The UE and ONU. Cooking. Uh. Other things. Ouais. Non,-

he's not blushing a tiny bit. It's hot outside, is all. But he beams at the shoulder-pat. "I must say I get my charisma from you."

can understand all of those - but he can't quite relate. After all, all his neighbours are just source of constant fighting until he can-

get the to succumb to his empire. Or just temporary truce until they fight more. He's a bit of a blockhead, so he doesn't quite notice -

him blushing. It's as if his own ego is always is first priority. "Hmm, that might be it!" He laughs. Loudly. "I would hope so, at least."

glad the blushing isn't noticed, since that's so out of character for him. But he isn't sure he likes being laughed at. He can easily -

ignore it though. It's Rome, after all. So he just half nods in response and stays quiet for a moment. "How have you been?"

would assure him, if he could read thoughts, that the intention was to laugh with and not *at* him. But oh well. He offers his trademark-

grin. "Just great! Though I must admit, things tend to get a little boring when you don't have an empire to manage.." His smile falters a-

little. It's obvious he doesn't really like to live with that in mind. "But how about you? You've grown so much!"

nods, thinking that is a bit understandable. "I suppose over all I've been." He grins. "I'm a world power now."

[pfffffft Rome. |D;; <33333]

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delighted to hear this! It's always good to know one of his kids... Err, so to say, is doing great things. "Really! Haha, I wouldn't have-

expected any less! Congratulations, m'boy!"

"I'm glad you think so well of me." He could talk in detail about a number of things, such as his linguistic empire, but he refrains for now

.

laughs. "How could I not?" After all he raised him for a while there, right? Ergo, Francis must have grown up to be great like him. Just -

like Hispania and Lusitania and most of all, his-- Oh man, his grandchildren! "How about my little boys? How are they?"

pauses for a moment, trying to find an appropriate answer. "They're doing well. They definitely take after you artistically. " He should -

show off the painting and sculpture that's been done by them at some point.