[Out on his lawn, France sits poking a small fire.
Whats burning, you ask?
Well, it's the remains of his guillotine. The only thing that's really distinguishable, though, is it's blade. Which is currently leaning against the side of his house.
The nation himself looks tired and very, very thoughtful. Which is a strange thing for France.]
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... I should have brought marshmallows.
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One moment, cheri.
[And he disappears into the house, returning with marshmallows!]
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[Begins picking up any sticks she can find, ones that didn't make it into the fire.]
Your waves of sadness called out to me.
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[He starts to open the bag, but stops to think on what she said.]
My waves...?
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To make a long story short... I can hear your emotions out loud. Yours were full of sadness and regret.
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It must be a difficult thing...Ah...[He nods at the last part, turning his head back to the fire.]
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[and to avoid Netherlands for a while. gd perv.]
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That is very kind of you, cheri.
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[Anyway. Once marshmallow is on stick, she takes the stick, and lets it cook silently. Once she feels it's nice and gooey, she pulls it back, and offers it to him.]
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Magnifique!
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[slight bow.]
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It is a pleasure, Saki. My name is France.
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Another country.
[Intensely staring and studying.]
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Is...something wrong with being a country?
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But, as of now, you have earned my favor. Because you brought marshmallows.
It has made you my fourth favorite country so far.
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