that's highly naive of her to think so.

she owns her own home and doesn't think anyone should be in it without her knowing about it.

that nothing can stop the barriers of l'amour (and perversion), and definitely not a house.

no idea as to what he's talking about and she certainly doesn't care what he thinks.

doesn't really mind, and will now proceed to continue watching her from outside her window.

would shoot him if she knew. She went to make herself some coffee, not knowing he was there at all.

would not really appreciate that, but lucky for him, he's all but mastered the art of stalking. He continues to watch gleefully.

good at hunting. She would find out eventually. She fixed her bra strap as it started to slide down her shoulder and went back to making her

coffee.

even better at running... probably. That's just a sad fact, however. He zooms in on that little slide and just wishes it would have come

undone. Dammit, so close!

pauses and glances over at the window frowning a bit before she went upstairs to grab a house coat. It was getting a bit chilly.

not be deterred! Although he's kind of sad that she's disappeared somewhere... No, he won't give up! He attempts to scale a nearby tree and

follow her movements.

put on the thin silk house coat before going back down to get herself a cup of coffee. She took her coffee outside to check on the goats.

she's moving too fast, and internally curses as he goes back down the tree, leaning over the corner of the house to keep watching her and

to make sure he stays hidden.

heard something and frowned when she went to look at where it was coming from. Cup of hot coffee in hand.

snickers a little and wonders if he can somehow convince her to take off her coat... he liked the view before better. He peeks over the

corner again before hiding.

like she's being watched and she's not enjoying it. Her goats seem to agree with her.

curses himself for not bringing a camera... but then he'd be too much like Japan. Oh, well. He takes another quick peek, wondering if he can

get any clolser.

(closer*)

took a seat on a bench as she sipped her coffee.

uses his awesome stalker skills and inches a little closer, managing to hide behind a tree and peeks over a little.

looks up and frowns as she glanced around. "If there's someone there you might as well just come out."

freezes when she starts talking, but... he doesn't come out. It's not like she's talking to him directly... and it's much more fun

stalking, really. He takes another quick peek.

getting more and more uncomfortable as she got up and went to go back inside. To get her gun.

snickers and wonders if she knows it's him yet. He follows her along back to the house and stays hidden in some bushes, peeking through the

window.

a feeling, there's only one person would dare to do what he's doing. She set her coffee down and grabbed her hand gun before she stepped

back outside.

remains very still on his bush, peeking out at her. He still can't quite see her face, but if her body was anything to go by, then she's

definitely something.

quietly walked around and started checking the bushes. "France... If you think you're being brilliant by hiding in my bushes... I swear to

God..." she was expecting it to be her France though... not the one from this world...

slowly sneaks away little by little by moving away from where she's looking, still sticking to the bushes. He hopes they don't run out...

though he's impressed that she's figured out it's him... even when.. he doesn't know who she is.

frowned at the lack of a response. She wasn't going to give up... she aimed at one of the further bushes and took a shot at it. "I warned

you..."

... doesn't think that's very funny now. He'd really rather not get shot... though her being quite volatile turned him on a little.

Ohonhonhon.~ Slowly pushing himself out of the bush, he raises both hands up in a gesture of surrender. "You got me, mademoiselle.~ And may

I say, you are looking quite lovely today.~"

jumped back when he came out... he... she wasn't expecting that... She frowned as she stared at him for a long moment, lowering her gun.

"Who are you?! And what are you doing stalking me?"

very slowly approaches her, hands remaining where she should see them. He gives her a hungry look up and down before taking her free hand

(oh lord, do not shoot him), and raising it to kiss the back. "Moi? I am none other than France, le pays d'amour, bien sûr.~ And who might

this lovely lady be?"

went bright red as he took her hand, the look angered her a bit though and she pulled hand away quickly. France? So this was... She quickly

pulled her robe closed and glared at him. "I'm Switzerland and I'd really appreciate it if you didn't look at me like that."

chuckles a bit at the colour in her cheeks, and takes a quick bow (and a quick glance before his entire vision is blocked by that stupid

robe). "Je m'excuse." Blinking, he straightens up and takes a good look at her now... Yes, he does see the resemblance, somewhat. "Ah! Then

you must be our Switzerland's counterpart. You are very pretty.~"

hardly needed further proof that he was her France's counterpart. She held onto her gun still as she continued to frown, trying to fight the

blush on her cheeks. "You're just as indecent as her... and I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be..." she trailed off when she realized that he

very well could have been watching earlier as well.

she shouldn't try to fight it at all. It quite compliments her eyes.~ Non, I am not!" He looks affronted by that accusation, shaking his

head vehemently. "I am merely enamoured by extreme beauty. That of which," he moves a little closer, winking at her. "You do have." He

blinks curiously. "And why shouldn't I be?~" He still does need to meet his counterpart. Huh.

nods as she turned away from him and went to go back inside. "You're a pervert you shouldn't be watching people in their homes." She didn't

want to talk to him any further... she was already pretty annoyed now she was just plain freaked out.

heard that accusation one too many times and just shakes his head, following her inside.~ "Non, a pervert is too strong of a term. I

prefer, avid seeker of all things lovely." He takes a quick look inside and is glad she doesn't seem to want to shoot him anymore...

still wants to shoot him. She only had the one bullet though. She hadn't had the time to get more lately. "Why are you following me? I did

not invite you in."

... is very glad for that. He'd rather not be reminded of the past any more... He stops by the porch of the house, a dumbfounded look on

his face before he nods, contrite. "Ah, je suis désolé... may I come in?~"

frowned as she stared at him, she didn't like being reminded of the past either. She headed inside and left the door open. "Shoes off at

the door."

very happy at being allowed to come in.~ He does just that, placing them carefully to the side because they were quite expensive, and

hurries on in after her. "And how are you today, mademoiselle belle?~"

glanced over at him and frowned a bit, "I was doing well until I realized there was a creep French man outside my house."

places his hand on his chest, looking quite aghast. "What? Non, if anything, I have made your day all the better!~ Now you have some company

courtesy of moi.~" He couldn't tell how much better it was now that he was there.

watched him for a moment before she sighed lightly. "Would you like some coffee?" she suddenly wanted to go put some more clothes on.

she wouldn't. Clothes only make one bulkier, after all. Yes, and that's his legitimate excuse. "Oui, if you don't mind. If I may ask, why

are you up this late?"

stares at him for a long moment.... so he had... she went a few shades darker as she turned away from him, pulling the robe tighter around

herself as she went to the kitchen and poured him a cup of coffee. "Am I not allowed to sleep in?"

smirks when he catches that gesture of tightening the robe, wondering how he could possibly get it undone, even if just by a little bit...

"Of course you are.~ But usually, waking up past the afternoon just means you were up to something last night... maybe... something

naughty?" He raises an eyebrow at that.

tempted to throw her gun at him, at least that would still hurt. Instead she handed him the mug of coffee and frowned. "I was working."

"Ah." Boring answer, but nevertheless.~ He takes the cup of coffee. "Merci beaucoup.~" Sitting down at the table, he takes a tentative sip.

Not bad. "So what was mademoiselle belle working on? Perhaps something to do with l'amour?~"

shook her head as she moved to sit across from him, making sure everything that needed to be cover was covered with the robe. "No. It was

just work."

a little saddened by that and resists the urge to just sort of peer over and "accidentally" spill the coffee. "Oui, oui.~ So, ah, how is the

mademoiselle Liechtenstein's counterpart?~"

blinks at that as she shrugged a bit, "he's fine. And don't you dare try hitting on him." She gave him a warning look with that.

just sort of laughs at that and waves his hand dismissively. "Really, ma cherie, if you think I wouldn't do that, then you don't know me at

all.~ That, or your France is much... tamer than me.~" He chuckles, taking a sip of his coffee. "But why, if I may ask?~ Are you...

together?"

gave him a look as she fixed her robe more, feeling more uncomfortable. "Yes... sort of..." She shrugged a bit as she watched him. "My

France is anything but tame, but a gun is usually motive enough."

can't help but shiver at those last words; a gun is really the last thing he wants anywhere near him... but he cannot resist the allures of

true beauty! "I see.~ I am not surprised in the least." He winks at her. "And how is the performance in bed, hm?"

flushed darkly at that as she shook her head quickly. "We haven't... he's not even interested in that." She gave him a bit of a glare.