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Wine-andRoses
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[2012-05-05 01:28:30 +0000 UTC]
"Vive la France!"
(France)
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Favorite games: Chess, CheckersTools of the Trade: Roses
Other Interests: Pestering England
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As you walk through the streets of Paris, you notice a man who looks like he doesn't really blend in well. His clothing is rather flashy, and he seems to flirt with anyone who walks near him. He turns around and notices you staring at him. He walks up to you and introduces himself as 'Francis Bonnefoy', but that you may refer to him as 'France'. He awaits your response.....
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Ooc. Aahhhhh i havent seen a hetalia account in ages--
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Rain had been out for vacation from her home country, South Africa to nonethelss the famouse french city of Paris. She heard so much about it from her friends but never really went untill recently.
The blond looked up noticing the man and stood blinking a bit,she held a camera in her hand that was strapped around her neck with a safety strap. Quite a flashy individual she tought to herself. She jolted in surprise when noticed and became timid when approuched and felt a bit shy.
She was a timid individual thats for sure, as she was alone on her trip and didnt really mingle much with locals. "A...ah Rain..Rainbow ashford...but its a mouth full.. Rain is fine" she replied with a shy smile, her crystal blue eyes glittering a bit in the sunlight. She clearly had a South african accent to her even if it was faint.
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|| sksksksk im NEVER on here tbh? I kinda left DA as a whole thanks to some shitty experiences tbh! I may come back if my muse for my fav boi remains tho, we will see! Im really active on discord tbh, and twitter (maybe i oughta make a twitter rp acnt? o well? ||
François gave Rain a gentle smile before he replied. "Rainbow? Quite the name you have! I'd say its magnifique! But if you prefer Rain, then I shall address you so." He gently took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on it before continuing. "May I ask what brings you to my nation?" He says that last part as if he himself were all of France (which while is true, not many know of these personifications).
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ooofhhh its okay, im rarely on due to collage- im WAY more active on my main and discord dou x"D
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Rain flustered a bit timidly at the little greeting. Oddly by his question but seemed oddly unphased as if in a way sensing it. "Well i always wanted to come here since it looked so wonderful in photos i've seen from friends... and what not!.. I take it.... you're France as in, the personification of the nation self?" She asked curiously to confirm her suspicions and oddly did so as if it was normal.
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|| I unfortunately did something that most people saw as stupid on my main (and that was a callout post on someone who is a pedophile), and some white knight kept harassing me on my main so i just left it. sksks. Im mostly on discord, twitter and tunglr ||
If Rain could see what was going on in his head, she'd see that she managed to confuse him. How did she know what he was?! The general population didn't really KNOW about them (especially since the governments each had strict rules for the nations to follow), so the fact that she knew made him wonder how she figured it out. Was it something he said? He had heard other people say 'my nation' so he assumed that she'd just thing he was French and that was it. "I......err......" His face flushed, and he had to look away to regain his composure. "Yes, that would be correct. I am the embodiment of all that is France.....but may I ask how you figured it out? I do not think I gave it away that easily." He seemed embarrassed that she knew what he was.
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Ooc: oooh man those so called white nights are the damn worst.. Especially if you just called out some pedofile and warn people bout em, yet now adays you always get them as to act as if their soooo damn innocent--
Rain noticed the slight befuzzlement on his face but gave a small smile and waved her hand dismissivly. "Im a very good anyliser...and to top that off i could sense you were not entirely human ....as odd as that sounds...but dont threat if it should be a secret its safe with me" she said in a kind calm manner and gently tucked some hair behind her ear ajusting her glasses. "No need to be embarrased i think its amazing"
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|| ooc: thEY ARE!!!! I also had some beef about his art style but that was a more personal thing. The fact that they didnt even bother to care about the whole fact that this person was a pedo was beyond me tbh ||
François just stared at her for a moment. "So I see..." He replied, coughing to clear the air. "Well, its not everyday I meet someone who is not a nation and knows about our existence. Most people just move on once they've met me. I've had a handful of people recognize me as something more, but most of them were in the past." He began to recall those who knew what he was, and while most of them were royalty or important members of the government, there were quite a few who understood what he was. Namely he was thinking of his beloved Jeanne d'Arc, one of the only people to ever truly know him for who he was. "So!" -He seemed to perk up almost instantly- "Was there something in my beloved capital you would like to see? I can give you a tour that not many others get!" He was still on the edge about her knowledge of what he was, but he decided that he shouldn't let that stop him from getting to know her.
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OOC. true some people are just to blind to see---
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Rain smiled softly and rubbed a bit awkwardly behind her head, but felt relieved when he lightened up the mood, being timid in times like this she got easily shy and awkward. She looked at him and seemed surprised at his offer. "Oh! I would love to know what you have to offer- i'm here to sight scene after all- and i'd love to see as much as i can!" She said with a warm smile.
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Katrina was no stranger to flirting, in fact she enjoyed it. She herself was a huge and forward flirt, so much that she expects to have sex when doing so. Sometimes she gets what she wants and sometimes she doesn't and that's fine with her. At least she got to fuel her ego by flustering someone with her words and charming good looks. She couldn't stop herself from staring at the man whom was flirting with anyone whom was walking past. He was gorgeous, it was like he was straight from a fairytale. She broke out of her gaze when he spoke to her. "Francis, what a beautiful name, very fitting for someone like you. I'm Katrina. Very pleased to meet you."
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To say he was shocked was an understatement. Almost no one ever flirted back to him. Usually, with his 'rivals' they'd say something rude or belittle him. Others would simply ignore him and scoff at any remark. Most mortals would maybe give out a short tiny giggle (usually these were the women), or just give a quick smile to acknowledge the compliment. But this woman. She was probably one of the first people in maybe 40 or so years who truly flirted back to him. That being said, he was sort of left speechless. "Ah....merci!" He quickly tried to compose himself again after that. "Katrina...I could say the exact same thing about your name mademoiselle!" He chuckled. "So, what brings you to the capital of romance hm?" His eyes scanned her, taking in all of her sights. My my she was gorgeous. But better not get too distracted by her looks!
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He may try not to get distracted by her looks but she was distracted by his. Those deep blue eyes that was as deep and blue as the sea, she could easily get lost in them. His silky luscious hair that was as golden as the heavens and looked as soft as a cloud. His skin looked soft to the touch. He was perfect, almost as perfect as she. She felt if Romance had a personification it would be him. Which would make him perfect for her. "I'm just here on vacation, thought it would be a nice city to visit while I'm on fall break from college." She wanted to fool around, that's why she's here.
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His eyes were NOT listening to his brain, which made a part of him angry. Fooling with mortals, Francis! Come now! And yet that is exactly what he wanted to do. Something was luring him in. "Ah, from where do you come from then?" He asked, wondering if she had come from a familiar nation (he'd brag about it too, surely). He decided that the best way to get to know her would be to guide her, across the city of romance. "Would you like me to give you a tour?"
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Katrina was like a venus trap for sexual desires, it's very hard to resist the temptation of her. Many have fell for her charms and ended in many one-night stands with her. If he fools around with her, maybe they could become more than a one-night stand. Maybe friends with benefits at least. "Oh, I come from Italy, It's not very far from here." She smiled at his offer, happy that he would be willing to give her a tour. "Yes, can the last stop be where you live?" She spoke, continuing with the flirting.
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Francis laughed at her response. My my, eager to see him without his clothes hm? He decided that was fine with him, as long as she consented who cared? "Very well, then my house shall be the last stop on our tour. But lets begin somewhere....ah yes, like a small cafe?" Most people would not think a cafe to be a tourist attraction like a monument or museum. But for Francis just because he wanted to fuck someone did not mean he didn't want to get to know said person. So before he even decides to bed this gorgeous woman, a small form of a date is to be had. "Come, tell me about yourself. You say you are from Italie, correct?"
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Of course she was eager, the other was almost as beautiful as herself. Of course she would be eager to fuck him. She blinked, this time she was surprised by the male. It was very rare that someone would want to get to know her first. Usually, it's straight to the bedroom or even at a public place. Katrina didn't care if it was public or not, although in the public added excitement for her. The excitement of possibly getting seen or caught. A genuine smile graced her lips at his question. "Yes I think a cafe is a great first place of our tour" She linked her arm around his and nodded at his question. "Yes, born and raised in Italy. I'm in college right now and I decided to come here for my fall break." She turned her head to look at him. "I can tell that you're from here. But I don't know if you were born and raised here."
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François happily led the way, as the two walked side by side in the city known for love. "Ah, from Italy? Not too far from here then!" He chuckled as they continued on their way. When she mentioned about him, he paused in his walking. "Err...." He usually wasn't asked about where he was from, or rather. He was never asked if he was born. Even he can't remember his past that well, but he knew that like all the other nations, he wasn't born like a regular human. At least not to his own knowledge. "Well......I would not say that I was....errr.....born....at least not in the sense I think you imply. And even if I were, I would not remember for that happened many...many years ago." He coughed, re-commencing his walk. "No rather, while I have lived here all my life, I can say that I do not remember exactly where I am from." He would have mentioned more of his age before remembering that he isn't supposed to talk about his status as a living nation. Eventually they arrived at a small quaint little cafe, and he opened the door for her before following her inside. "Please, allow me to pay for whatever it is you desire." He gave her a warm and gentile smile.
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{{ IT'S OKAY I WAS GONE FOR A WHILE ANYWAY!! I've been eclipsed so I'm using the app to code. }}
She chuckled at his statement.
"Yeah I didn't want to travel too far and I've never been to France before so I thought why not. And so far I think this is the best vacation I ever took."
Well she only took two trips before. One to Norway and another to Germany. Germany was only a train ride away. When she was in Norway she was late on coming back from break because she slept in the day she came back. So now she decides to not travel too far because she doesn't want to sleep in because of time difference.
She took a step ahead of him and stopped walking to look at him with confusion on her face. What did he mean he wasn't born like she implied? Did he have a C-section? Was he a war baby?
She continued to walk with him. When he spoke of not remembering where he was from it made her said. Everyone deserves to know their origin. She spun around when he opened the door a bright smile on her face.
"You could do a DNA test. I will pay for everything. You deserve to know where you're from!"
She took a hold of his hand excitedly and brought him inside the building.
"I'll pay for everything."
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|| Oh no!!!! The only account that has that issue for me is my newest RP account I made a while back for Lancer, but I hardly go on there anyways. For the most part all my accounts can still use the old format. ||
François did not let her pay for their coffee and snacks, and when she protested he simply told her that she was a guest in his country, so that he would pay for all her expenses.
"Now earlier you mentioned a DNA test." He took a sip of the coffee at the table they sat at. "While I appreciate the gesture, I must turn this offer down." He sighed. "It is not that I do not have DNA, but I have no.....relatives in the sense of blood. Any relatives I have are purely because of history. So they are not related by blood, but by bond." He finished his coffee and took a bite of the pastry he had bought.
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She pouted when he insisted on paying everything. He seems to be the type to treat everyone so she thought it would be nice to treat him for once. But whatever, he's too stubborn to let her. She took a bite out of her eclair as she listened to him speak. What was he talking about? No relatives? Oh? He must not want to know who his family is. She doesn't want to push him on it further. "I mean bond can be stronger than blood." She took a sip of her coffee. "Mmm- This is some good coffee." She coughed and looked at him going back to the subject at hand. "Well, we can change the subject if you want. You don't have to explain anything. We just met after all."
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Too stunned by the view of Paris he barely was able to say a word but he quickly snapped out of it. "I am..uh..Loki. It's so nice to meet you." He thought this couldn't possibly get any worse. How was he supposed to talk to this person. Usually his friend would talk sometimes to others so he wouldn't need to but he was alone this time. "....Paris sure looks great!" He had no clue what to say at all.
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Of Wine and Roses| Hi!!!! Sorry if I dont reply back fast, I tend to be on Tumblr or Discord more!! "Ah, well met Loki! As you already know I am François. So what brings you to the city of lights?" He was curious, as always. It always was something he loved to know. Aside from the fact that Paris is just that popular, he truly loved knowing the reason behind someones visit to his city.
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The hospital was always quiet in the mornings, those who were on night shift were swapping over and going home and rounds were just starting up. Doctors made their way to see patients and get the day started, and some had already started much earlier than others. One of those doctors was one that went by the name Cardel Beilschmidt, Dr. Beilschmidt to patients and others. He specializes in the field of unknown illnesses in children and youths. Taking on ones that may not be able to be cured or were there is not much information on what is wrong. He was one of the more well known doctors and one of the best in his area though still young in at age 28. There was more a reason to why he was so determined at his job than most, but that would come later on.
Today he had taken on a new patient, always something he had mixed feelings about. He would have the chance to help but would have to see another child who is suffering under the grip of poor health. Also he would be meeting the parent or guardian, normally being faced with a either someone who is willing to make the situation easy or more difficult. Heading towards the waiting room, file in hand, he would be meeting with a man by the name of Francis Bonnefoy along with their child Valere. He walked into the ward, looking around before spotting a child that matched the photo he had along with a man with long blond hair. Putting on a friendly smile, he walked up and stopped before the two.
“Are you Mr. Bonnefoy? I am Dr. Cardel Beilschmidt. I am the one that your child will be entrusted under now they have moved up age groups.” His accent gave away that he was foreign and even though young he had white hair and pale skin that made his sanguine eyes stick out more.
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All François wanted was for his child to be healthy, like any of his other children. Well, his older children. Valere and his older sister Leimomi were both born with horrible issues. One was born too early and almost died (Leimomi) while the other was born more or less on time but with health complications (Valere). That being said, he only wanted for the two to be like his older children, who the worst any of them had was eyesight that wasn't perfect. But hey, that happens to pretty much everyone! So when his name was called, he looked up to the doctor. Instantly he began criticizing this man (mentally of course). Why was he so sickly?? Aren't doctors supposed to look normal and not sick? His eyes were red....that can't be good. His hair was white....was this an older man? Whatever the case, François showed his nicer side. He got up (holding Valere in one of his arms) and used the other to shake his hand. "Bonjour monsieur. Yes, you have the right people. I am François and this is Valere." The poor thing. He was breathing a tad heavier than normal, and had a mask over his nose and mouth. He was also huddled under a blanket, and looked smaller than your average toddler. He was also asleep. His blonde hair (identical to his fathers it seemed) was really messy. Either someone didn't like being brushed or he must've slept poorly.
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Was it just him, or did he notice a hit of something judgmental in the Frenchman's eyes for a moment... It must have just been him, seeing how friendly he introduced himself, Cardel smiled back. Returning the gesture he gave a not. "It is nice to meet you Francis." He gave the child in his arm a softer look, his smile not as noticed for a moment, it was always hard to see sick children. He took notice of the sort of actions that were already being taken to aid the child's well being, as he had read the child had obvious trouble breathing and was underdeveloped. Looking back at Francis after that brief moment he gave him another smile, so far he seemed like a friendly man. "Will you follow me please and we can talk in my office and get started." He never spoke about others health out in the open, that information was private to them. Leading the man down the hall, a few of the other nurses gave the hellos to Cardel, he seemed to be rather well known and respected.
It wasn't long until they got to his office, opening the door, he let Francis walk in with Valere before going in after him and closing the door again. "Take a seat please." He mentioned as he sat as his desk, bring up medical records for Valere on the computer, turning back to look at the farther of his new patient. "Looking over the records, Valere has been treated since day one, it looks like so far his condition even though a bit more on the serious side has been stable. Would you have any reasons to suggest otherwise or any information that might have been new over his time of transition to this ward?" He spoke very professionally, in his way of asking the question, no doubt was there that he knew what he was doing.
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Of Wine and Roses | SMH reminds me of my visit today lol
François nodded and followed the other in to his office. He wasn't impressed, but he was pleased to see all the certificates that let him know this doctor truly was one of the best. He could afford any doctor he wanted, but the richer they were the less they cared about their patients. Thus he decided that a doctor who wasn't as rich would be more trustful. He sat down gently, as Valere was still asleep. "Well, not anything major. He's been stable for as long as I remember, but I fear that any day now that will change." He was able to tell the tone of the other, and as weird looking as he was he was beginning to trust him.
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birdman: oof hope it goes well haha
Cardel to be honest never really minded how others saw him, though, having a good relationship with the parents was always a preference. He wasn't one to charge much, he had a reasonable price that was even able to be bulk billed and or paid over time. It wasn't much about the money to him, it was making sure that a sick child had a chance. Unlike a lot of doctors here, he had a bit more of a personal reason why he chose this to be his main practice.
Listening to all that Francis told him, he wrote in a few things before opening a new window. "I see that he has been booked in for a few days stay, and today we will run some tests. Simple blood taken and just to see where his strength is at, nothing that will tire him out too much." He gave a smile to Francis, no matter how the other felt he was going to do his best to be cheerful. "Any questions before we start? Valere is going to have to also wake up unfortunately."
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Amelia was around for the weekend, and who better to annoy the fuck out of other than none other than the frog? She brought her little pooch, which she'd named Diana, and lifted her to hold her with one arm as the other knocked on the males door. Oh, this was going to be an amusing night.
"Yo!"
"Open the door man, I'm cold-"
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It had been a rather boring week for François. Just a ton of work and almost no time for relaxation. Today would be the first day that week he'd be able to relax, and boy was he going to relax. Or at least he was until he heard the knock and voice that followed. He opened the door to see her and her dog. He sighed (he isn't a dog person) but gave a warm smile regardless. "Bonjour!! Amelia, what brings you here?" He asked, letting her in. He was in his relaxation robe, which was super fluffy and a light pink.
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It was a night for fun, and who better to spend that fun night with than Francis? Oh they were good drinking buddies and always had a blast, but Cardel was already drunk. He walked a little unbalanced to Francis's door step, a big grin to his features.
"Sexy frosch! Get you're ass out here and let me in!" He was loud, and his voice was slurred and rough like normal when drunk for him. He couldn't even knock, he just let his body fall against the door to make the noise.
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Instead of François, however, Victoire managed to open the door, only to have the Prussian fall on her. "AUGH, GET OFF OF ME!" She said, trying to push him off of her, but he was still too heavy for her. "PAPAAA!!!!!" After a moment, François came running the steps, only wearing his boxers since he was still getting ready. "Oh!!! Cardel! Bonjour!" He helped his friend up and brought him over to the couch, while Victoire sighed and looked at her now dirty clothes, sighing.
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Moment the door opened, Cardel didn't have time to stand up straight again so he just fell on to the poor unfortunate Victoria who was just managing to hold him up. As Francis came along though, Carde stood up straight with his held before smiling at him. "Hallo freund, I got vodka, though, some ass hole already drank half the bottle on my way here and I never caught him!" It was Cardel who had drank it, and you could tell as well. Noticing that Francis was only in his boxers, Cardel stood up straight. "I am over dressed!" He said before starting to take off his shirt, only getting tangled in it.
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François laughed at his drunken friend, shaking his head slowly. "You didn't even wait for me! Oh dear." He chuckled as he helped his friend take off his shirt. "There, better. Now, sit down. No need to stand around, yes?" He said, gently pushing Cardel down onto his sofa, proceeding to then sit next to him. "Where did you even go?"
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Once Cardel was free of the entrapment of his shirt he just had that silly little smile that he normally has when drunk, his pale cheeks a soft light pink colour. "You should have been with me!" He laughed a bit when pushed down to sit, and that he did though not having much option. It was much better sitting down and once Francis sat next to him he turned to look at the other man better. "I went to that bar near home and then got told to leave so I came here! It is better drinking with you~" He chimed, handing the bottle of Vodka to Francis.
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François rolled his eyes and took the bottle, taking a sip, but then handing it back to him. "Well, if I am going to get drunk then I'm going to drink something more classic. Like vin." And he got up, though returned shortly with 3 bottles of red wine, one already open. He placed them down and started to chug the already open bottle.
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Taking the bottle back when Francis took a sip, he took a drink from it again when he got up. Nearly before Cardel had time to go follow he had came back with the bottles of wine and placed them down. "Ja that will do it!" He laughed a little, watching the Frenchman starting on chugging the win down, probably not a good idea but the albino only encouraged him to do so. "Go on drink look at you go!"
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That was all the frenchman needed to hear. 5 minutes later and the bottle was almost empty, and he drunk off his ass. As soon as he'd finished it, he started on the next bottle, just going at it. Between the hiccups of drinking too fast, François turned around, grinning. "So....what do you say?? Shall we go out and find some ladies?" He giggled, though from behind the wall Victoire watched with concern.
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Cardel had a big old grin in his face and clapped the Frenchman on, when he was in the mood it was very easy to convince him to get drunk. Drinking the rest of the vodka during that time, both the men were now beyond the point of tipsiness. Flopping back against the couch, Cardel let out a happy sigh, looking at Francis he returned the others enthusiasm. "Ja! Let's go!" Cardel sood up, noticing both of them still had rather little clothing on. "Oh no, we can't go out like this..."
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Oh dear, his friend was right! But wouldnt it be more fun to tease? Even as drunk as he was he'd still prefer to tease the ladies, or men. He didn't care, but his default was the ladies. "For you!!! Im going like this!" He giggled through his drunkness and stood up rather fast, obviously the wine had gotten to him. Victoire watched, but sighed. She couldn't stop her dad, and his drunk state was not something she enjoyed. She went to grab his jacket (and wallet) for him, knowing damn well he'd need it. Of course, she'd find that by the time she came back down not only were the two gone, but the Prussian had pretty much left 99% of his clothes. "Jesus christ......." She grumbled, now having to follow the two drunken idiots across Paris. Perhaps, though, a nice cute lady would pop up, and that made her smile.
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Cardel was not tied by gender as much, he had fun teasing anyone weather woman or man or between there was no default. Really anyone that he could he would pester and hit on. He laughed, doing one of those flattered hand on the cheek things. "For me? Then let me join you in that!" He got out of his shoes and socks and then let his pants drop so he was in nothing but his boxers too. Normally when sober he had more sense, it was cold outside and they were sure to get in trouble, but with the vodka warming his bones and with any sensible adult behavior out the window, Cardel was ready for this.
Leaving behind Veronica whom he had forgotten about, he followed his friend and was laughing and dancing along with him as they went to go find a place to let their happiness shine with others.
"Where are we gonna find these ladies~?" He asked with a grin and red cheeks that were hard to tell if brought on by the chill in the air or the alcohol in him.
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As the two made their way into the city (as their regular house was currently being worked on), François listed a whole array of places where there would be willing men and women for them to tease and enjoy (especially in this state of drunken idiocy). Decidedly so the two went to go find some bar, as the beginning point of their grand night. "Men....." Victoire sighed to herself, following them but staying far back enough so she wasn't right behind them.
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Guinevere had always thought of herself as a decent drinker but oh bloody hell, was she wrong. Trying to keep up with the French man was impossible, and trust me she was trying. It took her maybe a glass of wine to get her body buzzing with that odd sensation of some sort of numbness, or was it a good feeling? Both made her feel good. Anyways, by the third glass she was fucked over. She'd taken off her glasses, and been letting out some soft giggles here and there. They were hard to control really, next thing she knew she'd made her way over to the french man and grabbed him by the shirt as leverage so she could stand still getting on tip-toes and boop his nose
"Boop." She cooed short and simple as the tip of her finger touched his nose.
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It had been his idea to bring her to drink, but he tended to forget how overboard she would go with drinking. "Oh mon dieu....merde...." It occurred to him too late that perhaps a nice dinner would've been better, but oh well! He held her firmly in his arms, making sure she wouldn't fall over. However, when she booped his nose, he smiled with a blush crawling over his face. "Oh Guinevere.....whatever shall I do with you?" He could bring her to her house, but could she manage by herself? Maybe, but he would feel awful should something go wrong. So instead he scooped her up in his arms and after paying for the drinks, walked out into the crisp autumn air. The leaves were changing colors, and Paris seemed to just match the aura of the season. He brought her to his car and gently sat her down, before buckling her up and making sure she wasn't ready to vomit (he'd be really angry should his nice shiny car suddenly be too dirty). He then got in and without buckling himself in, drove away to his luxurious mansion near Versailles. Of course he lived near there, his kings had built him a palace of his own there! After about a good half hour of driving, the two arrived at his mansion. Parking the car out he got out, got her out, locked the car and entered his house. He thought of where she could sleep, and decided to just let her sleep in his bed (after all he could sleep elsewhere, it wasn't a big deal). So with that in mind he walked up the large golden staircase and down the hall that led to his room (which is as rococo as one could imagine). Despite its luxurious interior, his bed was as soft as a feather, and he laid her down, making sure that she was comfortable. "Is there anything I can get you?" He asked, gently caressing her hair.
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The female had been very quiet in the car, a little scared by his driving but it was not as bad as it would have been if she was sober. She would have most likely geaked out and insisted that she drove. Then again, sober she most likely would not of agreed to get into his car since she had her own to drive around while she was here.
She gladly allowed him to bring her around though, in the end she would be thankful that he didn't just let her off and get messed up. Knowing her drunk self, she would probably get into a bunch of trouble. She'd probably drink more and just.... dance.. when she got drunk enough to try and dance it was not a fuu time. Thankfully, she had only booped the French man.
Laying in his bed, the female pulled the blankets to her body, glancing up to the male with this shitty little smirk. This would be the only time one would see her make facial expressions too. She watched him like a cat too though, ready to pounce. She wanted to play-fight, but it never ended in her favor due to the fact that she was a scrawny little woman. "Let me-..... play with your hair?"
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"My hair?" François seemed rather curious as to why she'd want to toy with his hair, but then again many of the nations ended up being jealous of his gorgeous locks, and how they just seemed to radiate perfection. "You sound like Victoire when she was young.....very well." So like that he took his shoes off and got into the bed, next to her. That way his head was at the level of her arms and hands, so that she could mess with it as much as she liked. He sighed, but he was rather happy. He just hoped she didn't act like....HIM when drunk.
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Guinevere putt her hands in his hair and softly started to play with it. Really, she was content and happy with it feeling the soft locks in-between her bonny little fingers. She started to hum her voice not actually bad sounding at all. Though one moment, she was drawing her hands through his hair the next she was tasking stands and starting to braid the golden colored stands. Eventually, she'd finished the braid and took a soft blue scrunchy from her hair, which had been up for once in a pony-tail and then tied it at the end of the braid. Happily, she stared at it with content, a small giggle emitting from her lips as she leaned forward and rested her forehead to his back. "Your hair is one thing that makes you handsome." She admitted, laughing her little heart out.
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"The one thing? Nothing else about me is handsome?" He seemed rather sad, but he should've expected this. He decided to pick up the small mirror nearby and check out the braid, loving it. "Mon dieu.....c'est vraiment parfait...." He was in shock that someone as drunk as her could pull that off. He looked at her and smiled. "Well, is there something else I can do for you?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Again, he'd prefer not to stay there for too long and let her get her sleep.
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