France
is
staring at a tombstone with a bouquet of flowers in hand. In the rain.
|He will notice a small boquet all ready left there.
hasn't noticed much except for the name... it was so long ago... but when he blinks, he does notice, and leans down to see who it might be
from.
|There is no name on them, but the flowers would be familiar. They were Ann's prized roses.
takes a closer look at them and gently pries open a bud, feeling the petals. This was... No, it couldn't be. Not after the whole scene in
the house... He closes his eyes and says a quick prayer, placing his own bouquet next to it. He's about to leave, but he can't help the
tears running down his face, mingling with the rain.
Ann
is
not near the grave anymore. Rather, she stopped in a small cafe on her way home to duck away from the rain. She sighs lightly, pulling_
her scarf around her more. She was cold, but the tea she ordered would warm her right up.
decides that he's probably just going to catch some sort of cold if he stands around here a bit more, so he wipes his eyes and touches the
stone one more time, then leaves. Perhaps he should grab some coffee... or wine. He knows a cafe nearby.
shivers a bit, sipping at her tea obliviously. Ahh, she hoped it cleared up soon.
enters the cafe, more than a little soaked and wrings out his hair. He doesn't look around and immediately goes straight for a table by the
window. The waitress comes, and orders, "Un café, s'il vous plait."
would not be immediately recognizable. Her hair was not up in it's usual pigtails, but rather kept down. Her attire, too was different from_
the normal dress. "Rain, Rain go away...Come again another day...~" She found herself humming to herself, keeping her gaze fixated on _
the weather outside.
looks around the cafe for nothing else to do, taking in the sight of the very few customers. He finds the purse of one such customer on the
ground, and out of pure habit, picks it up and hands it to her, tapping her on the back. "Excusez-moi, mademoiselle, mais je crois
que cela est le vôtre?"
Ann
is
a little startled by the tap and turns around. "Ah! Merci..." She goes silent when she sees him, a little stunned.
's eyes widen as he quickly drops the purse on her lap. "A-Ann...? Why are you here...? At my place?" That was suspicious.
flushes at his words and because of her appearance. She hadn't felt comfortable leaving the house like this. "J-Just went on a walk is all."
France
is
still recovering from his shock. "At my place?"
looks back to the window. "I walked a little too far! The weather mislead me!"
slowly stands back up and sits on the other chair. "... and... you somehow ended up across the Channel?" Likely.
Ann
was
going to stick to her lie as unbelievable as it was. "...Of course."
can't help but smirk a little. "And then... you came here... to do... what?"
looks at her tea. "Just passing through to..." She paused. "Bother Carmen."
France
is
again, struck by the sheer audacity of these lies. "In... France."
picks up the tea cup. "...I did say passing through."
"Oui..." He adds that fake little sad tone in his voice. "Well, don't let me disturb you. If you feel like visiting moi, just let me know."
He stands to leave to return to his table.
blinks. "You're going back? Visiting now that you're here is fine, right?"
shakes his head. "But Angleterre never comes to visit me, so there must be another purpose.~ And I do not feel like bothering her today."
|"I finished up what I was doing...I am free." She shakes her head. "So would you sit?"
pauses to think about it. "But wouldn't you have much more fun without me?~"
sips her tea before answering. "Must you always be so dramatic? I asked you to sit, so that means I don't mind."
laughs at that and takes the seat opposite her. "Oui, oui, mademoiselle. Now, will you tell me why you're really here, or will you continue
to so obviously lie through your teeth?"
sighs at him, deciding to be a bit dramatic herself. "Would you believe me if I said I came to see you?"
shakes his head simply. "Non, I would not. Why would you?" After what happened a while ago...
smirks a bit. "Well then you would be wrong, because today I did come to see you."
urges her on. "Because...?"
finishes her tea and stands up. She moves over to his side and points to him. "I came to tell you thank you. I decided that I didn't like_
where I was going with my life." She placed the hand on her hip now and tilts her head. "So I decided I am going to try and move on. If I_
keep on the way I am...I will be alone forever. I don't want that. I'm tired of being alone. Alicia is happy. I want to be a person who can_
be happy for her." She smiled a bit sadly before waving to him. "That is all I wanted to say. I hope you have a good day too." With that_
said, she picked up her purse and turned to go.
's eyes grow wider and wider with each words she says, not believing that they were coming.. and from the least likely person he would have
ever expected to have an epiphany. He stares at the empty space where she used to stand for a few seconds, not quite registering she'd left
before he hears that soft chiming of bells, and he's drawn out of his reverie. Immediately running out of the cafe, he grabs her wrist,
still a bit bug-eyed. "Ann...? You cannot just say something like that and walk off..." He tugs her a little closer. "When did you realize
all this?"
turns to him when she felt him grab her wrist. She felt the cool water seeping even further into her clothes, but she listens to what he_
Ann
says
. "Ah...Some old habits die hard I guess." She tells him in response. She shakes her head before answering his second question. "The night_
I saw the locket. I got to thinking...about a lot of things."
can somehow feel himself flushing at the mention of the locket again, and all her other words seem to die out in comparison to it. He's
suddenly glad for the lack of light out. "Ah... yes... the locket... what did you think about?"
pauses at the question before breathing out a sigh. "I don't know really."
"Do you understand?" He asks simply, referring to the locket, somewhat hoping she hadn't.
Ann
is
quiet for a minute. "I don't think it's really my place to 'understand'."
remains stubborn on the matter. "But you formed your suspicions, oui?"
|"Maybe. But I am not going to assume I know."
frowns a little. "I would still like to hear them."
pulls out of his grip, skipping towards the sidewalk, through a puddle. "Why? Why do you want to know what I think?"
follows along behind her, getting soaked in the rain. "Because you were there, and I want to know."
continues her skipping, purposely going through puddles. "It doesn't matter what I think."
France
is
not very happy because he has to go around them, and the distance keeps increasing. "Yes, it does." ... He pauses, realization dawning.
"And if you didn't care, you wouldn't have visited my Jeanne's grave."
stops when he says that. She looks back at him over her shoulder. "It matters? Why? There's a lot I would like to know too."
sighs and crosses his arms. "If you tell me what you think, I will answer your questions."
turns on the heel of her feet and looks at him in silence. Finally she spoke. "Lot's of things went through my mind. I'm not sure what is_
true and it's presumptuous of me to assume any of them are correct. But I will tell you what ran through my mind if you insist."
smiles; yes, compromise works every now and again. "Shall we head back to the cafe first?" He does not like being soaking wet.
nods a little. "Very well." she starts back for it.
reaches out to hold her hand, but decides against it. It would not be appropriate right now. He follows along behind her.
takes off her scarf and coat when they get there. It was drenched.
takes them both and hangs it by a rack. He doesn't bother taking his off since he's going back home soaked anyway. Sitting at a table, he
waits for her and gestures for her to speak.
takes a seat. "I thought at first you might do what any normal person would and keep people you love in it. But then i thought that might_
be farfetched...So then I got to thinking that it might be a reminder. I don't know."
leans forward and rests his cheek on the palm of his hand. "My, Angleterre is so very observant.~ Why would it be far-fetched?"
smiles a bit sadly, before trying to shove that look off her face. "Ah, because. It's hard to think of being loved."
nods. "I suppose that makes sense... you would share mon Angleterre's feelings in that matter..." He looks down a little sadly. Then he
mutters more to himself than to her. "It is too bad he is so blind."
breaths out a chuckle. "Well it's just easier to envision being hated, when that's what you received the most of in one's life. It's not _
like either of us have ever been held tenderly before. Any love we had was forced, or because we were mutually lonely. Not because of_
love or anything of that sort."
shakes his head at that. "Why do you go so far as to presume hatred should be what rules you? I... do not understand." He sighs, running a
finger through his hair. "There has to be one person who cared about you?"
stares at him for a moment before nodding. "But those people die."
can't help the depressed look that flashes on his face at the mention of death. "Oui... they are only humans..." He sighs, ordering some
coffee. "Ah, well, like I have promised, it is my turn. Ask me anything."
eyes him for a minute. "Fine. Why do you keep bothering with me. You have no obligation to me."
blinks and answers simply. "Because it is very fun bothering you!~"
wrinkles her nose at the answer. "Pleasure to entertain."
smirks. "Were you expecting something else?"
Ann
is
messing with her hair. "I just wanted to make sure that you weren't seeing me as an alternative to England. That's all."
shrugs without shame. "That, too.~ Since he's so busy with l'Amerique, I can barely find him alone, and it's quite boring."
Ann
has
a blank expression. She stands up. "I should go."
"Huh?" He stands up instinctively as well. "Did I say something wrong?"
she grabs him by his shirt and yanks him down so that she is face to face with him. "I am me. I am not England. I am no one's Alternative."
should really get used to these violent tendencies... "But you are England."
((Derp. I meant to say Arthur.))
shakes her head. "Yes, but I am not Arthur."
looks at her as rh
though she was spitting out the obvious... which she was. "I know." ((Sorry, iPod derp.))
lets him go. "Therefore we're similar, but not the same. We feel differently and have different opinions at times." She picks up her stuff_
She looks back to him. "You're only going to hear this from me once. I am grateful to you. You made me realize a lot of things." She _
hesitated now, "And what I am trying to say is...I hope to see you more. Not as England, but as Ann. Now don't t-think this means I like_
you or anything of that sort! It just means I want to make my own name for myself in this world."
looks down, feeling quite.. embarrassed about how he worded that. To her rant, he just moves on over to her and looks down at her, allowing
her to see his eyes and smile. "I know... I'm sorry."
takes his hand in hers and gives it a shake.
looks at the entwined hands with surprise. "Uh... oui...?"
lets it go now. "Nothing. The rain is lighter now...so I should probably get out of here, huh?"
supposes that's fine...~ "Oui, of course!" He feels a little spirited now, and grabs her coat and scarf. "Do not forget these.~"
takes them from him. She is glad he seems happier. "Thank you."
escorts her outside and gently tugs the umbrella away so he can hold it, since he is taller. "Is there anywhere you'd like to visit?~
Ann
thinks
about this before shaking her head. "No..." She purses her lips. "But there is something I would like to do."
France
was
thinking about going to the grave, but is quite sure she wouldn't like that. "Oui? Tell me and I'll try my best to be of assistance!~
looks up at him. "I want to dance."
"Uh... Quoi?" He looks at her, a little confused. "But why...? It's raining out."
shakes her head. "Doesn't have to be here! I just want to...I wanted to for a while now, but I have had no partner."
"I see..." He didn't know this.~ He'd always seen her as the clumsy type... what with the incident at the magic shop, and all. "Is there a
ball of some sort?"
shakes her head. "No...but I have music!"
France
is
a little confused. "Uh... where and when did you want to dance, then?"
starts towards her house. "If you're not busy, we can just go to my house."
stops short and pulls her back. "It's across the Channel." Okay, maybe he was being a little lazy.
pouts a bit. "Then your place?"
raises an eyebrow at that. "With you and me... seuls?" A small smirk grows on his face. "Are you sure that's wise, Angleterre?~"
shrinks back at the implication, but she wasn't about to back down. "Nothing happened last time."
's smirk just grows a little wider. "And what makes you think the same thing will happen again?~ Especially when you all but admitted you
avoir des sentiments pour moi?~"
turns red at that. "I said no such thing!"
leans in even closer. "Etes-vous sûr de cela?" Oh yes, he liked using his language to tease her.~
pushes his face away, darkening. "I don't know what you're saying." She lied.
pulls her into an embrace, arms around her waist so she can't push away. "Je pense que vous faites."
squirms in his hold, not looking at him. "Speak English, you git."
just chuckles. Mais le français est très sexy."
huffs at him. "In your mind."
pauses to think of something... Yes, that might work. "So, you said you are different from Arthur?~"
blinks at him. "yes?"
continues. "And Arthur dislikes me, yes?"
tilts her head. "Yeah?"
smiles now. "Since Ann is different from Arthur... that means Ann likes me, oui?~"
stares at him. This was a trap. But it wasn't wrong either. "........"
can hear that mental sound of a trap closing shut. He had gotten her, hook, line and sinker.~ He leers at her, pushing up on her waist to
lift her a little and places his forehead against hers. "Oui...?"
stares at him with furrowed brows. How did she answer this without sounding like a hypocrite? "I don't...mind you...?"
releases her immediately and laughs. That's the best he's going to get... for now. "I'm glad you find my presence tolerable. Now, back to
the matter at hand. Are you sure you want to be alone with me in my own house?~ Ah, but you will not resist, oui?"
huffs lightly and starts to walk. "I am a big girl. I think I will be all right."
"Very well.~" He takes her hand again, leading the way to his house. Ah, the rain is finally clearing... Speaking of that... "Ah, ma cherie,
do you believe that the weather is influenced by a nation's emotions?"
lets him take her hand and ponders the question. "I don't know. I'd like to think I am not sad as much as it rains at my place." But perhaps
it was true.
"I think it is true." Almost as if on cue, the rain stops completely, the clouds moving over to allow sunshine in. He smiles at her. "See?"
seems thoughtful. "So you're better now then? I'm glad."
nods. "Oui, especially because Angleterre has admitted she likes moi.~" He can see his house now; just a few more metres.
protests lightly. "I-I did not say that!"
"But you didn't not say it." He lets go of her hand temporarily to search for his keys... ah! There they were. He unlocks the door and
enters.
follows him. "T-That means nothing."
instantly wipes the smile off his face and sets the umbrella aside. "Then it means nothing." Would that work?
Ann
is
silent for a minute and takes her shoes off. "Thank you for complying with my request." ((Pfff. She's arguing with Thora and brought up_
the date with france in it. XD))
continues to ignore her and goes straight into the bathroom to see if his hair is the mess it feels like it is. ((Haha! Yeah I'm stalking
that thread. xD))
Ann
is
shivering in her spot. She takes off the coat and scarf again and moves in farther. ((...I am loling so hard, they are bickering like kids.)
groans a little; yes, it was a frizzy mess and immediately goes on to fix that little problem. ((Haha, yeah it's awesome. XDD))
Ann
has
moved into the living room and bundled up in a blanket she found there. She looks much like an eskimo.
finishes with that task and exits, looking around for her. Ah... did she leave?
Ann
is
waddling back to the foyer like that.
hears the footsteps and goes towards the- what... He takes a look at her and just bursts out laughing. "Mon Dieu, aidez-moi! There is
penguin in my house."
goes bright red. "S-Shut up! Don't laugh! I am cold!"
shakes his head but continues to laugh, forgetting about his earlier plan of ignoring her. "Would you like to take a warm shower, then?"
shivers a little pathetically. "What about my clothes?"
"I shall wash them, oui?~" He grabs a nearby blanket and drapes them around her. "In the meantime, you can use one of mine.~"
Ann
thinks
about it a moment before she agrees. "Fine...but after we are dancing?"
actually forgot about that. "Bien sûr." He puts an arm around her shoulder since he can't hold her hand, and tugs her upstairs. "Don't use
up all my hot water now."
nods. "Fine, fine..Thank you."
follows her into the washroom and leans against the door, smirking. "Go ahead.~"
stares at him, and pushes him out. "Bring me clothes!"
nods seriously. "I will... after you get into the shower.~"
shakes her head. "Before!"
stays put. "Non. Go ahead, Angleterre."
starts to push him out. "No!"
holds on to the doorknob and stays still. "It's my house, oui?~ I can do what I want."
Ann
gives
him a displeased look. "You're being rude to a lady!"
France
is
not fazed at all by that look. "Only if you admit you like me.~"
flushes. "Wh...What has that to do with anything!?"
just shrugs and looks at her seriously now, arms crossed.
Ann
is
very cold. She finally relents. "Fine, I like you! Now get out."
immediately does so, but not before casting her an amused glance and "Merci, Angleterre.~" He then goes over to his room to pick out some
clothes for her.
Ann
is
embarrassed. She waits for him to return with the clothes before she gets in.
picks out a unisex blouse... but he doesn't know what to do about the bottom part. Well, this is a dilemma. He's quite certain she's not his
size.
peeks out. "What is taking so long?"
calls out. "I just realized I don't have any pants for you to wear...~ Or... actually, underwear, for that matter." He starts to laugh here.
"Well, then... what shall we do?~"
Ann
is
red as can be. "D-Do you have a belt?"
cannot stop laughing at this point. "Oui... but I still do not that that will be sufficient. You could always just use my boxers.~"
fidgets. "T-That will work."
France
is
now about ready to take a picture of this. He takes the blouse that will probably cover up to her mid-thighs anyway, and a pair of plaid
boxers. Walking over to her, he sets it by the sink. "Anything else, ma princesse?~"
shakes her head. "I will be fine now. Thank you." ((I just realized we have been rping all day~ I am happy you're back!))
"N'est pas une probleme.~" He takes one last glance at her, debating internally... before he places a quick kiss on top of her head and
slamming the door shut. ((Ahaha!~ I personally didn't notice. And I'm glad too. 8D Love these two.~))
huffs lightly. She didn't understand him at all. She turns and undresses before getting in the warmth of the shower. She wanted to stay in_
until the hot water was out...but she did make a promise that she wouldn't, unfortunately. ((;w; Yeah, it's fun! Do you by chance have MSN
or Skype?))
hums downstairs and waits patiently for her. He's sitting in the living room and staring at the pendant with a sad smile on his face. ((Ah,
I do have MSN but I'm usually never on it. >o< Always on Plurk, which is sad. Dx))
returns downstairs after a little bit, red faced. She thought about leaving her hair down again, but she was all ready embarrassed enough in
this get up. "I feel better...thanks..." ((Aww, that's okay then. XD Plurk is fun~))
startles at her voice and clicks the pendant shut, nodding at her. "Of course.~ And you look so cute in my clothes." As promised, he whips
out his phone and takes a picture. "Are you hungry now?"
((though I think these two should re-enact the burning of Jeanne of Arc. Yup. 8 ) ))
makes the most displeased face EVER. "Y...YOU! Stop taking pictures of me...!!" ((... ;; B-Baww it would be sad, and I am ill informed on
it. I would need to do a little research.))
France
thinks
that face is cute, too and takes another picture. "Non, in my clothes, this is the least Angleterre can let me do, non?" ((Ahaha... so am I.
But.. we can just do the part where she's captured and actually burned, haha.~))
Ann
is
trying to get the camera again. "Give that to me! This is the last moment I wish to have documented!" ((XD Okay, I don't mind. I have to
figure out how Ann would feel about the whole ordeal man.0)
France
loves
this game! He stands and keeps it out of her reach... as usual. "But Angleterre...~ I'll only keep it to myself, oui? I will not show
anyone else. ((Haha, alright. My side is just super angsty France xD ))
jumps to try and get it. "Like I believe that!" (( ;; B-Baww))
holds down her wrist and peers at her. "J'ai promis. It will be for my eyes only.~" ((You could probably have her sort of happy about it,
since they did hate each other's guts at that point. xD ))
Ann
is
red. "I don't know if I want you to look either." ((Hrm. I think she'd be indifferent to it really. Since i don't think she would bother too
much with the affairs of humans. she would have been more concerned with France. But the fact remains, she let it happen knowing full well
how france felt about that human.))
blinks down at her. "Well, I'm looking at you right now, aren't I?" ((Very true... and France would just be "you're heartless" at her
indifference. ;-; ))
flushes. "But you'll forget sooner!" (( ;; yeah. If you wanna start it, I'll reply.))
laughs and takes another picture. "But I want to remember this as the day Angleterre confessed, oui?~" ((Okay... might take a while to think
of something good.. and I'm doing homework. ;-; ))
Ann
is
dumbfounded. "E-Eh!? What!?" (No prob!))
takes just one more picture and tucks the phone away. "What do you mean, what?~ Ann admitted it, did she not?"
| "I just said I liked you!"
blinks. "Oui... and...?" He tilts his head and smiles at her teasingly. "Unless there's something else she wants to say."
does not think that counts as a confession! "N...Never mind..."
"Are you sure?~" He pulls her closer with the grip on her wrist, the other hand tilting her chin up a little. "Is there nothing else she
France
wants
to say?~"
Ann
is
pouting at him. "Are we not going to dance?"
sighs; this is going to be harder than he thought. But he lets her go and walks toward the sound system. "Any particular requests?"
Ann
is
a bit dense. "I want to waltz."
notices that... a lot. "Why a waltz?"
shrugs. "Do I have to have a reason?"
shakes his head. "I suppose not...~ Do you have any songs in mind?"
requests a song. (herp derp cause I have no idea.)
((Because I just Googled waltz songs: www.youtube.com/watch?v=...
finds the song and plays it at a moderate volume, immediately taking her hand, the other on her hips. "Do you know how to dance, ma cherie?"
((Also brb gonna run an errand ;-; ))
takes the appropriate position. "Of course. I would not have asked otherwise. I love to dance." ((Okay~!))
takes the lead slowly, just to test the waters. "This would be more appropriate in better wear.~" He snickers a little, casting a glance at
her outfit.
Ann
is
so embarrassed. "Well we have to make do." She steps along with him.
should be gloomy more often if it gets her a little... wet.~ "Oui, if you say so." He begins to move around with her, although it's
somewhat restricted due to the space.
doesn't seem to mind. She is just happy to be able to dance. It was one of her favorite pass times, but she did not often get to do it. She_
seems genuinely happy as she follows his lead.
would be glad to satiate that desire then, as he himself prefers this hobby. He begins to gently hum the tune.
smiles at that, looking up at him when he does. "You're not a bad dancer." She knew this all ready though. It's not as though she hadn't_
danced with Marianne before.
pretends to take that as an insult. "Is that your idea of a compliment? It's not very good, ma cherie.`"
huffs. "No, it is a compliment. I don't compliment people on their dancing often!"
France
has
to laugh at that. "You don't compliment people period. Or actually, you don't compliment me at all.~"
seems embarrassed by his words. "Sure i do." She liked his cooking.
But she doesn't say it out loud, which is problematic. "No, you don't. Name a time you've complimented me..
aside from now."
keeps the steps up. "I like your cooking?"
smirks a little. "Do you really?" He won't accept a pity compliment, nope.
nods. "Of course. It's good and if you cook..." It meant she could be lazy and have good food.
does not like that idea very much... "If I cook, what?" He wants her to say it out loud.
hums lightly. "If you cook I get to enjoy delicious food."
's smile just radiates into something more enormous. "Ah, ma cherie, thank you for your compliment.~ It is not often I hear one from you."
Ann
is
not going to admit her secret. If she did, she couldn't have her rare lazy moment. "Any others and you have to earn them."
"Oh?" He sways a little in time to the music. "And how will I earn them, then? I'm sure my services will be more than sufficient.~"
sways along with him, laughing lightly. "You will have to figure that out."
France
will
be more than glad to play this game, of course.~ "Are you saying I am free to do whatever I want to get a compliment from you?"
Ann
wonders
why she feels suspicious every time he says stuff like that. "...I wouldn't say whatever."
France
thinks
that that's her gut feeling actually being smart." Really? Then I suppose you should tell me the restrictions now, oui?"
Ann
thinks
that's probably about right. "No touching..."
nods slowly. "What else?"
Ann
has
to think. "Nothing perverse." That's for sure. "I suppose anything else is fair game."
now smiles a little and immediately drops her hand, stepping away. He turns off the music and starts to head upstairs. "Oui, but you are
aware that by saying "nothing perverse", you are basically denying moi? I might as well give up now, oui?~"
smirks to herself. "Oh, my apologies. I thought there was more to the nation of love than just pleasure." She was challenging him.
raises an eyebrow at that and pauses at the stairs. "But of course, mademoiselle. But only under all the pleasure, which I cannot unravel
if I am forbidden to be perverse, as you say.~"
taps her foot. "So you're saying you have no confidence in winning me over. I see."
France
will
go along and play this game. "Non, not at all. I am sorry I have failed you, then.~"
pulls out a chair and takes a seat. "Pity."
raises an eyebrow at that. "Indeed..." Maybe he should actually go upstairs now.
Ann
will
wait here until her clothes are done.
goes upstairs now and just goes to his room. He's feeling all numb all of a sudden.
sighs a little and gets up to check on them.
France
is
now just going to lie down on his bed and stare at the ceiling, because that's always ufn.
fun*
Ann
is
disappointed when they're still not dry. She starts to occupy herself by doing the dirty dishes.
France
is
now officially bored of staring and goes on to his piano, beginning to fiddle around with some notes.
blinks when she hears the sound. She peeks around the corner at him.
France
has
decided that he needs to watch Austria more if he's just going to make random noise. He'll do what he does best: paint. Taking out a canvas,
he sets down and starts.
smirks a little. She was more musically talented than him. Interesting. She just keeps watching him silently.
begins to paint an ordinary-looking landscape, one that cannot be seen in modern times. It is all grass and trees.
Ann
feels
a little nostalgic seeing it. she sort of missed the highly forrested areas of her youth.
now begins to add the details of nature, such as the birds, the bugs and bees, and the multi-coloured flowers, focusing and enlarging
one tree.
rests against the door frame, pressing her cheek against it.
now finally begins to draw the main attraction: himself. His very much younger self leaning against the close up of the tree, eyes half-
closed.
Ann
wishes
she had the talent to paint. She just ended up making a mess.
then hesitates before drawing the next part, just staring at the canvas for a good few seconds, unsure.
tilts her head, wondering why he wasn't doing anything.
takes a deep breath, going for a blonde colour, that of straw and begins painting a mop of hair on his self's lap, working his way down.
Ann
feels
like she's invading his privacy...ah well...
France
is
quite enjoying painting his older clothes, but more so the figure next to him. It takes him almost twice the amount of time that it took to
paint himself, but he finally finishes the figure of a very young England, resting his head on his lap.
smiles slightly and takes her leave before she is spotted.
doesn't notice her when he speaks, "Angleterre..." He doesn't know why, but his hand shakes when he finishes drawing their expressions, his
own one of pure happiness, and England's one of childish innocence. "Why..."
heard it as she was walking off, her heart clenching a little. Ah, perhaps they were two of the same after all. Yearning for what wasn't _
theirs.
waits for the paint to dry, just staring at the baby England, emotions rising up and bubbling within him. A loud crack signifies him
having broken the brush in half, and he harshly slams it against the wall.
gathers her clothes up, relieved that they are dry now. She looks towards the room hearing the noise. she wondered why they always seemed to
part like this.
sighs and calms down a little, taking the painting and storing it into the room next to his, with all his other paintings. It isn't the
first; there are many others of the two of them together. He wonders if this is healthy.
gets dressed and slowly makes her way towards the door. She wondered if it was fine to leave without saying anything.
wouldn't have noticed anyway, as he's now drowning in all his old paintings, just staring at them.
stops to write him a note and sticks it to the door before leaving.
((Sorry uber slow replies, doing homewooork. ;-; ))
finally gets up and goes downstairs, having a feeling that he's forgotten something... a white piece of paper catches his eye and he goes
over to grab it.
| The note says, "Be strong. A frown doesn't suit you. Good night, Francis."
scowls and crumples the paper, before retreating back to his room. He needs a nap right now. ((Yay, another thread done! xD))
((We're eating through them! XD These two are so depressing at times though. Stubborn, the both of them. ;; ))
((I know, and France is supposed to be the one who just blurts everything out. =3= Sigh. ;-; ))
((They are definitely birds of a feather with their unrequited loves though, haha. Shall we make another thread?))
((Sure thang.~ You wanna start this time? 8D))
((Sureeee! Let me think of something, haha. They left on strange terms.))
((Don't they always, xDD)
(This is true. XD And ta dah!))