For I see what I destroy/ Sweet reflection knife into me...

[plus_jamais_ca]

France knows he isn't where he was a few minutes ago. This room looks like a dilapidated entertainment room that spawned a few dozen times, repeating itself in a shabby fractal pattern of patched couches and leaning chairs clustered around broad, bright television screens - the newest looking items in the room. Allemagne wouldn't have anything so disorganized or redundant or seemingly pointless in his office building. The mystery of his new location is deferred for a moment, though, his attention caught by the scene unfolding, impossibly, as if from his memory on one of the screens: himself, face dark with anger as he stomps down the stairs of the old house in Moselle, furiously hurling a well-worn copy of one of his own classics into the fireplace, while a small blond child of nine or ten trails after him, protests falling silent as he stares at the flames, struggling not to cry.

[ooc: Okay, the screens in this room show regrets - big or small, several different choices or a single moment, as long as it's something the muse regrets. Threadhopping totally encouraged! Also, this France is from the same AU as petit_prinz and frallemagne , circa 2025.]