004 ⚜ Video ⚜ A new enterprise

[paysdelamour]

Allo, tout le monde~!

[Francis beams to everyone paying attention on their compacts. He seems to be standing against the wall of his room, if the dungeon motif behind him is any indication. And he also seems to be wearing not only modern-day clothing, but colorful clothing, not something which would be allowed by the town's tailor for such a dark

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[fastfoodfreedom]

Heeey, France! [For once he's looking a little humble giving you puppy eyes. He even has his hat off.] Dude, I've been missing my bomber jacket like whoa! It's gonna clash with Bill's stuff, but I still kinda want it nearby, y'know? You think you can make something like my old buddy? With the 50 on it and all? It's just not the same without it around! Lemme know what it'll cost, dude, and it's yours!

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[paysdelamour]

That old thing? It should be no problem. [Ugh. Well, still, America looks hot good in it... so he might as well.] Which side is the plane on, again? I cannot ever remember one side from the other.

[fastfoodfreedom]

WHOAAAaa~ Really!? Awesome! You totally rock, France! Oh yeah, Ol' Bess goes over my left arm! [He turns slightly and taps to his left bicep with the opposite hand.] You really pay attention to detail! Hey, need me to come in for measurements or anything?

[paysdelamour]

[He quickly makes a note of that by scribbling it down.] And that... star patch on the front is also on the left? And the cinquante on the back... am I missing anything?

Oui, whenever you would like to come over. You are only next door.

[fastfoodfreedom]

Hey, that's perfect! [He makes an 'ok' hand motion at the screen along with grinning widely.] Oh maaaan, you have NO idea how pumped I am to have it again! Sure it's not the same one, but it's the bestest best jacket a hero could ever ask for! I'll be right over, France!

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[fastfoodfreedom]

[There's a loud, rapid knocking at France's door. (The boy has no class at all.) A muffled shout comes through the surface.]

Hey, Fraaaance!

[paysdelamour]

[Francis opens the door at hearing his name called, leaning against the doorframe for a moment.] Ah, Amerique. Come in, won't you? [He steps out of the way to allow America inside. Thankfully, Jeanne's room is closed. Hopefully, Al won't ask. But then again...]

F-France, why that face...?

[fastfoodfreedom]

[Fortunately, America's so focused on getting what he wants that he hasn't had a moment to get nosy. He strides in merrily and starts removing his outer vest.]

Alrighty then! Hey, how much do I gotta take off, France? Probably just my shirt, right? I don't mind if you make it a little bigger than the real deal cuz I wear it over a couple of layers, but if it's too tight, that won't fly, bro.

Why what face :|

[paysdelamour]

[Francis shakes his head.] Non, non, that will not be necessary.

And that will not be a problem, I will simply add a little extra if you want it to be baggier. Or you can simply trust me to get it perfect the first time. [He knows that's asking a lot out of you, America, but. :| Might as well ask.]

[fastfoodfreedom]

Huh? Sure, okay! [He holds his arms out wide.] Ha ha ha, guess you really know what you're doing here! I'll just let you work. Come at me, bro!

[paysdelamour]

... "bro"? [Francis raises an eyebrow, mostly out of disbelief. But this was no time to be distracted.]

First, I am going to take your bust measurement. [He digs around a moment for his tape measure, and then brings it over to America, dropping the rest on the floor for now. It just trails behind him as he slips his arms under America's, wrapping the tape measure around the largest part of Alfred's chest. He nods as he gets a number for sure, then pulls it away.]

Your jacket sits at your hips, non? I do not think I need I need your waist measurement, if that is the case.

[fastfoodfreedom]

[America tries holding his 'airplane' pose still while France works. It's hard for him to hold still, so he wiggles a little when France touches him with the tape.]

Yeah, it just kinda stops below my belt. Uuuh, like about here! [He lowers one arm to tap at his thigh then pulls it back up.] Oops! Didn't mess ya up, did I?

[paysdelamour]

Ah, non, it is fine. Just keep your arms still for a little longer, s'il te plaît. [He takes his hip measurement, then slips behind him to measure from his neck down to his tailbone, and between his shoulders as an added measure. Finally, he measures down the length of his arm and around his wrist. He scribbles all of these down on a piece of scrap paper, labeling the top with "Amerique" so he knows whose measurements they are.]

Now for one more... could you curl your arm? I need to measure your bicep. You know, to make sure it is not too tight around those "heroic" muscles of yours. [Yes, he's being sarcastic. But he's pretty sure America's going to read his words for truth regardless.]

[fastfoodfreedom]

[America beams proudly and flexes as per France's request, obviously taking his comment seriously.]

Good thinking there, France! I mean, it'd look pretty cool if I flex and my jacket rips like from an action movie, but then I'd have to ask you for a new one every time! Ha ha ha!

[paysdelamour]

[Oooof course.]

It would be a hideous waste of leather. This stuff is expensive, you know! [gdi America :| This is why we don't have nice things.]