[voice; French:]
[France's voice is low and might be pleasant to listen to, even if you don't speak French and can't understand a word. It's as though he's speaking to no one in particular, or everyone at large, but it's offhand. Musing.]
--and I wonder who will be the next to leave? Ah, such is life! It is wandering and so fragile. Espagne, Autriche, Romano and Romana...
To think they would try to distract us so... kindly [in that word only his voice is sharp and irritated--] ... with these decorations.
Mm, we may as well enjoy them while they are here!
[sounds of rustling; France rolls over and switches to text.]
[TEXT]
It is almost Christmas and still there is so much to do! Let us continue to prepare for the winter, for he is already here amongst us, freezing our hands and feet.
Welcome to the new arrivals! I am the nation of France and it is a pleasure of course.
[PRIVATE to ROSEMARY:]
[At least it's in English.]
Angleteeeerre!~ I must speak with you in person and in private, s'il vous plaît.
[ACTION FOR HIS ROOMIES OR ANYONE IN DISCEDO. He's either laying around or wandering in the snow with a large feathered pirate hat that's adorned with mistletoe.]