French Vanilla- Part 1 b/??
anonymous
September 25 2011, 21:10:58 UTC
Matthew’s face burned like a beet, and his heavy coat suddenly felt altogether too warm. He drew his scarf over his nose to hide his embarrassment and anger- he’d show Francis!
“J’ai faim. On peut manger quelque chose?”
Canada knew that other countries would cringe at that question- France was always a stern judge of cuisine, and held his own country’s food on a flying gold pedestal. And though Montreal was a mecca for anything from Acadian soul-food to high-scale French cuisine, nothing beat the cold like a hot bowl of chilli.
“Zhis is not zhe way to l’hotel…” Francis drawled and then fell silent when they arrived at their destination.
The blond Canadian held the door, “come on! You said you were hungry.”
“Yes I did,” Francis absolutely refused to step one foot into the building, “but I thought maybe you could show me to some quaint restaurant…”
Canada shrugged and grabbed France’s coat sleeves none too gently.
France sighed, “You are so much like your brother.” He allowed himself to be led into the establishment, unfazed at the wall of warm aroma that danced in the air.
“Oh come on, let’s just order something. It’s only four… I’ll take you out for a proper dinner in the evening, okay?”
“…What do they have…?”
“The French menu is over there.”
“…Euuuhhhh….”
As France forced himself to be polite and tried to decide on something, Matthew was negotiating his attack plan. He had exactly $4.67 in his pocket, and if a chilli with bread came to $3.99, did he have enough money to pay the tax and buy a donut for 10 cents? Eventually he decided he would pay by credit if it meant he would get that donut.
“Okay,” the Canadian turned to his French companion, “ready to order?”
As the previous customer stepped away to receive his order, Matthew and Francis stepped up to the register.
“I’ll take a chilli with whole wheat bread, toasted and buttered, please. Oh, and I’ll try that new strawberry flower donut thing.”
“Yes sir. With the promotion that comes to… Four dollars and sixty-four cents.”
Matthew was on cloud nine. He handed over his change and stepped aside, heart fluttering as Francis poised himself to order….!
“Hang on,” the young man smiled apologetically and ducked out of the way as a senior employee swiftly took over the register. Matthew sighed in relief.
“Un café avec du sucre, pas de problème, monsieur. Voudriez-vous un donut pour dix cents?”
“Un donut?” Francis recoiled, “c’est à dire… Un beignet? Et dix sous?”
The employee’s patience was trying, “oui, monsieur. C’est exacte.”
“Non.”
“Et bon… Voila, comment réglez-vous la note?”
Francis handed over a five-dollar bill. The employee was going to ask if he had three cents, but the look on the Frenchman’s face suggested he was going to strangle him if he said anything else.
The two found a seat near the windows where they could watch the pedestrians on the street. Matthew seemed very pleased at the texture of his chilli. It was a perfect gloppiness, as he called it. France looked on with disdain as Matthew began spooning the stuff into his mouth.
“Aren’t you going to drink your coffee? Are you sure you don’t want my bread?” Matthew felt bad for the Frenchman, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.
“No. We just don’t drink coffee very much in France, that’s all. And zhe way we drink, it is very different…” France grimaced, “We don’t euh, we don’t put it in a paper cup, and we drink it in zhe café. It is odd to me, seeing people walk outside holding a cup of coffee.”
“Well, they just want to save time.”
“Humph.” Francis took an extremely reluctant sip of coffee, and his expression afterwards was blank. “Is zhis fresh?”
French Vanilla- Part 1 c/??
anonymous
September 25 2011, 21:21:33 UTC
“Humph.” Francis put the coffee to the side and never touched it again.
Well. That didn’t go very well. Matthew was somewhat insulted, and even the chilli turned to paste in his mouth. He had to push down an intense urge to point at the huge line up at the register and yell, ‘don’t you see that this is exactly the charm of Montreal?’
But instead he asked, “what’s going on with you and Arthur? I thought you two always room together?”
“Euh, des choses ont changé. I believe we must be drifting apart…” France frowned, rubbing his temple. “I don’t know what it is, but we ‘ave lost our spark. It’s as if he resents my presence, and in zhe same way I find myself becoming short with him too.”
A moment of silence fell like drifting snow over the two nations. France watched the people of Montreal go about their daily business, walking with such a sense of urgency. “I don’t know if I love him anymore.”
Matthew gaped, and suddenly Francis started. “Pardonne-moi, I do not know what caused me to say that.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m your friend, aren’t I?” Matthew feigned nonchalance, dipping his bread into his chilli and take a big bite to hide his smile. The charm of the coffee shop was working on France. “You can tell me anything.”
The other man pushed the subject aside, “what is that ‘orrendous looking thing?”
“Oh,” Matthew finished his chilli and held up the new flower-donut. “This is one of their newest creations. It’s glazed with strawberry frosting, and even has strawberry jam inside. You can rip it apart and eat its petals like this… Want to try?”
“Absolument pas!”
-- FRENCH VANILLA --
This is going to be a multi-chaptered fic. Tim Hortons' has a special place in this anon's heart, and and I felt drawn to write this fill. I hope OP doesn't mind failed FrUk leading up to Franada.
Please let writer!anon know what you think, and if I should be aware of anything. Does OP want smut?
There is a bit of French in this fill. Here are the translations:
Monsieur, voudriez-vous un donut pour dix cents?- Sir, would you like a donut for 10 cents? (Tim Hortons had this promotion once; a donut for 10 cents with any purchase of coffee. I'm not sure if it still works this way.)
Comment réglez-vous la note?- How will you pay?
La situation s’aggravée de plus en plus? Oui, ça c’est exacte… Malgré tout, il est la raison qu‘on va...- The situation gets worse and worse? Yes, that's right. But even so, that is the reason why we will...
J’ai faim. On peut manger quelque chose?- I'm hungry. Can we eat something?
Pourrais-avoir un café avec du sucre?- May I have a coffee with sugar?
Parlez-vous francais?- Do you speak French?
Un café avec du sucre, pas de problème, monsieur. Voudriez-vous un donut pour dix cents?- A coffee with sugar, no problem, sir. Would you like a donut for 10 cents?
C’est à dire… Un beignet? Et dix sous?- That is to say... A (donut) and 10 (cents)? **The Quebecquois speak French in their own way, and France is not used to that.**
Oui, monsieur. C’est exacte.- Yes sir, that is right.
Re: French Vanilla- Part 1 c/??
anonymous
September 26 2011, 04:56:32 UTC
Pour la seule fois du kink, je me permet du français. Serieux, cette fic est génial. Au naturel, je deteste le Franada... Mais... Tim quoi. J'ai hâtes a demains, ou je vais me payer mon bagel griller et mon chocolat chaud avant de partir prendre mon bus pour le cegep à 7h moins 10...
Tu retrancrit tellement bien ce qu'on ressent au Tim, c'est ridicule. Continue vite.
Aww, this has a really great start~! I love the brotherly interaction and the narrative about Tim Hortons. It's obvious you really know your stuff, I'm guessing you're a Canadian-anon, possibly Quebecois? The feel is just right.
Honestly, all I can say for this prompt is that I had a Timbit, it was delicious and I wanted Canada convincing France with it. Smut with assorted Tim Hortons food, smut sans food, no smut, I don't mind. Whichever filler wants. :)
And yeah, I don't mind failed!FrUk at all. It's certainly shown up in quite a few of my own France/Canada stuff, and I like the pairing, so it's all good~
Please continue, when you aren't swamped with life, or something ♥
Re: French Vanilla- Part 1 c/??
anonymous
September 26 2011, 19:26:11 UTC
You're putting my Freench to the test and I love it! I had just recently been asking about the difference between French-French and Québécoise. So nice to see it actually used and you had my headcannon that it annoys france like America's English annoys England too!
One day I will go to Canada just to try Tim Hortons'. <3
“J’ai faim. On peut manger quelque chose?”
Canada knew that other countries would cringe at that question- France was always a stern judge of cuisine, and held his own country’s food on a flying gold pedestal. And though Montreal was a mecca for anything from Acadian soul-food to high-scale French cuisine, nothing beat the cold like a hot bowl of chilli.
“Zhis is not zhe way to l’hotel…” Francis drawled and then fell silent when they arrived at their destination.
The blond Canadian held the door, “come on! You said you were hungry.”
“Yes I did,” Francis absolutely refused to step one foot into the building, “but I thought maybe you could show me to some quaint restaurant…”
Canada shrugged and grabbed France’s coat sleeves none too gently.
France sighed, “You are so much like your brother.” He allowed himself to be led into the establishment, unfazed at the wall of warm aroma that danced in the air.
“Oh come on, let’s just order something. It’s only four… I’ll take you out for a proper dinner in the evening, okay?”
“…What do they have…?”
“The French menu is over there.”
“…Euuuhhhh….”
As France forced himself to be polite and tried to decide on something, Matthew was negotiating his attack plan. He had exactly $4.67 in his pocket, and if a chilli with bread came to $3.99, did he have enough money to pay the tax and buy a donut for 10 cents? Eventually he decided he would pay by credit if it meant he would get that donut.
“Okay,” the Canadian turned to his French companion, “ready to order?”
As the previous customer stepped away to receive his order, Matthew and Francis stepped up to the register.
“I’ll take a chilli with whole wheat bread, toasted and buttered, please. Oh, and I’ll try that new strawberry flower donut thing.”
“Yes sir. With the promotion that comes to… Four dollars and sixty-four cents.”
Matthew was on cloud nine. He handed over his change and stepped aside, heart fluttering as Francis poised himself to order….!
“Euh, Pourrais-avoir un café avec du sucre?”
“Um, a medium coffee with sugar, sir? No cream?”
Francis’ eyebrow twitched. “Parlez-vous francais?”
Matthew’s palms began to sweat. Oh shit.
“Hang on,” the young man smiled apologetically and ducked out of the way as a senior employee swiftly took over the register. Matthew sighed in relief.
“Un café avec du sucre, pas de problème, monsieur. Voudriez-vous un donut pour dix cents?”
“Un donut?” Francis recoiled, “c’est à dire… Un beignet? Et dix sous?”
The employee’s patience was trying, “oui, monsieur. C’est exacte.”
“Non.”
“Et bon… Voila, comment réglez-vous la note?”
Francis handed over a five-dollar bill. The employee was going to ask if he had three cents, but the look on the Frenchman’s face suggested he was going to strangle him if he said anything else.
The two found a seat near the windows where they could watch the pedestrians on the street. Matthew seemed very pleased at the texture of his chilli. It was a perfect gloppiness, as he called it. France looked on with disdain as Matthew began spooning the stuff into his mouth.
“Aren’t you going to drink your coffee? Are you sure you don’t want my bread?” Matthew felt bad for the Frenchman, who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.
“No. We just don’t drink coffee very much in France, that’s all. And zhe way we drink, it is very different…” France grimaced, “We don’t euh, we don’t put it in a paper cup, and we drink it in zhe café. It is odd to me, seeing people walk outside holding a cup of coffee.”
“Well, they just want to save time.”
“Humph.” Francis took an extremely reluctant sip of coffee, and his expression afterwards was blank. “Is zhis fresh?”
“20 minutes fresh, guaranteed.”
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Well. That didn’t go very well. Matthew was somewhat insulted, and even the chilli turned to paste in his mouth. He had to push down an intense urge to point at the huge line up at the register and yell, ‘don’t you see that this is exactly the charm of Montreal?’
But instead he asked, “what’s going on with you and Arthur? I thought you two always room together?”
“Euh, des choses ont changé. I believe we must be drifting apart…” France frowned, rubbing his temple. “I don’t know what it is, but we ‘ave lost our spark. It’s as if he resents my presence, and in zhe same way I find myself becoming short with him too.”
A moment of silence fell like drifting snow over the two nations. France watched the people of Montreal go about their daily business, walking with such a sense of urgency. “I don’t know if I love him anymore.”
Matthew gaped, and suddenly Francis started. “Pardonne-moi, I do not know what caused me to say that.”
“No, it’s fine. I’m your friend, aren’t I?” Matthew feigned nonchalance, dipping his bread into his chilli and take a big bite to hide his smile. The charm of the coffee shop was working on France. “You can tell me anything.”
The other man pushed the subject aside, “what is that ‘orrendous looking thing?”
“Oh,” Matthew finished his chilli and held up the new flower-donut. “This is one of their newest creations. It’s glazed with strawberry frosting, and even has strawberry jam inside. You can rip it apart and eat its petals like this… Want to try?”
“Absolument pas!”
-- FRENCH VANILLA --
This is going to be a multi-chaptered fic. Tim Hortons' has a special place in this anon's heart, and and I felt drawn to write this fill. I hope OP doesn't mind failed FrUk leading up to Franada.
Please let writer!anon know what you think, and if I should be aware of anything. Does OP want smut?
There is a bit of French in this fill. Here are the translations:
Monsieur, voudriez-vous un donut pour dix cents?- Sir, would you like a donut for 10 cents? (Tim Hortons had this promotion once; a donut for 10 cents with any purchase of coffee. I'm not sure if it still works this way.)
Comment réglez-vous la note?- How will you pay?
La situation s’aggravée de plus en plus? Oui, ça c’est exacte… Malgré tout, il est la raison qu‘on va...- The situation gets worse and worse? Yes, that's right. But even so, that is the reason why we will...
J’ai faim. On peut manger quelque chose?- I'm hungry. Can we eat something?
Pourrais-avoir un café avec du sucre?- May I have a coffee with sugar?
Parlez-vous francais?- Do you speak French?
Un café avec du sucre, pas de problème, monsieur. Voudriez-vous un donut pour dix cents?- A coffee with sugar, no problem, sir. Would you like a donut for 10 cents?
C’est à dire… Un beignet? Et dix sous?- That is to say... A (donut) and 10 (cents)? **The Quebecquois speak French in their own way, and France is not used to that.**
Oui, monsieur. C’est exacte.- Yes sir, that is right.
Absolument pas!- Absolutely not!
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Tu retrancrit tellement bien ce qu'on ressent au Tim, c'est ridicule. Continue vite.
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Honestly, all I can say for this prompt is that I had a Timbit, it was delicious and I wanted Canada convincing France with it. Smut with assorted Tim Hortons food, smut sans food, no smut, I don't mind. Whichever filler wants. :)
And yeah, I don't mind failed!FrUk at all. It's certainly shown up in quite a few of my own France/Canada stuff, and I like the pairing, so it's all good~
Please continue, when you aren't swamped with life, or something ♥
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One day I will go to Canada just to try Tim Hortons'. <3
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If I could hug and cuddle a fill it'd be this one.
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