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[savoureux]

Who: Spain (si_espana ) and France (savoureux ).
What: A charming little dinner.
Where: In France's Parisian apartment.
When: 18:00
Why: So Francis can prove he's a horrible friend and test Antonio's virtues.

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OTL I did not get the notification for this

[si_espana]

Spain had promised dessert and so he made sure that his dessert, a rich and creamy pan of flan, was perfect before he made his way to France's house to have dinner. He had to do the transport of his bounty very carefully as, while the flan was firm, it would not do to have the syrup run all over the ground before he even got to his friend's house. And if he knew France, he would be most upset at such a delicious dish being wasted

it's okay! 'u'

[savoureux]

There was actually a point at which Francis got sick of his own voice. Most people would have thought that it was simply an impossibility, as Francis was one of the most vainglorious, ego-centric countries that had ever come to exist. However, after an additional ten minutes of hearing himself humming, Francis found himself growing weary, putting down his ingredients to go find a music player. He had settled with the radio, playing French pop for a few minutes, before he grew tired of that as well, choosing instead to listen to French electronic music. Well, if he was a hipster, at least he was the original. As the notes to Data's "J'aime pas l'art" played over the static, Francis resumed his mealtime preparations. He needed to find the cauliflower to prepare for the soup, and then he had to decide whether or not he would make it hot or cold. Francis personally loved the texture that cold soups could produce, but it was an acquired taste and he was well aware of that

[si_espana]

If Spain had noticed that France had been staring at him for a bit longer than usual, it would have been a surprise. Instead, Spain had wandered off with his own musings as he waited for the door to open. He only realized that France had opened the door when his friend finally spoke and even then he had no idea that that greeting came later than usual. He looked to his friend and flashed him his usual bright smile at the familiar, warm greeting

[savoureux]

The way Antonio spoke French was just beyond adorable. Francis sighed a little as he heard his friend speak, though it was not a sigh lodged out of irritation, rather of amusement. A little chuckle even accompanied the end of it. A sunny day, light, happy music, a cheerful friend grinning at him, and a nice meal. If Francis could do this all the time, cast away his worries concerning his government, do away with his daily routine of getting out of bed only to have to deal with a diplomatic and bureaucratic nightmare, he wouldn't even think twice before accepting that most generous offer. It was all right though, Francis reasoned, because if he was this cheerful everyday, it would become his functional norm, and he would not be able to appreciate it to its fullest extent. So with a hum and a turn, Francis was returning back to his cooking supplies

[si_espana]

A well-behaved pan of flan. That makes him laugh and shake his head. The words were absurd and he was answering the question. "The flan is whole. It is my offering to you, amigo, for having me visit. You must have the honor of having the first slice

let's pretend this isn't half a month late 'u'

[savoureux]

What other way could he describe Spain than sunshine, laughter and good things? There wasn't really any feminine appeal about him to speak of, he wouldn't be so insulting to his Spanish friend. But he was certainly everything optimistic and cheery about the world in one, handsome, green-eyed package. "I will accept that honour most graciously, mon Espagne. If you promise never to let this escape our company, I will admit that you prepare the best desserts I have ever tasted." said Francis. Which was saying a lot, since his ego easily rivaled even the most headstrong of nations out there.

The question made him slow his preparations, glancing over in his friend's direction. "Oui, I am certain. As long as you are not German, I think you will be fine." said Francis. Oh he remembered that incident. He remembered it well; Prussia drinking his wine and pouring the other half of it on the floor and giggling like a mad man. Francis had cried that day, and cried on Spain, and cried on the couch, and cried at the window, and cried near the…

Okay ^_~

[si_espana]

Spain smiles at the compliment, green eyes crinkling with pleasure. He's glad that he has pleased France with such a simple thing as his flan. His most delicious flan, apparently. "I promise I won't tell anyone." And he does promise. He definitely can remember that promise for his friend