[Application:] Francis Bonnefoy, Axis Powers Hetalia
When Francis left the bathroom, he was humming La Mairseillais to himself and smiling. His dress shirt (blue, like his eyes), was untucked and unbuttoned on the top, revealing thin curls of blond chest hair. His tie was undone and draped around his neck. He smelled vaguely of expensive cologne.
The Frenchman continued to hum and smile as he took a few steps forward, oblivious to his surroundings. However as he zipped up the fly of his dress pants (red, to match the design in his tie) and looked up, his face immediately fell into a puzzled frown. Now, he knew government buildings were big but he was sure Alfred’s White House did not look like the inside of a castle. In fact, he was pretty certain Alfred didn’t have many castles to begin with (that was Arthur’s department). Francis crossed his arms and rubbed the stubble on his chin. He glanced behind him and, sure enough, there was no bathroom. He swallowed, trying to keep the nerves from writhing in his stomach, and looked forward again. There was definitely something strange going on.
Mumbling to himself in French, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek red cell phone. He opened it, expecting the screen to light up and show him the date and the time, but nothing happened.
“Merde”, he cursed under his breath, and shook his phone. It did nothing to help, so he dropped it back into his pocket with a sigh. Looking around, he noticed a desk a short distance away from him. He glanced again over his shoulder before walking over to the desk.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. There was a questionnaire on the desk, and it was asking him questions. Well, at least it was asking him about fromage and not anything creepier. The questions were in English though, he noticed. Maybe he was still in Alfred’s house? This place certainly did not look like anything like Alfred’s house. Perhaps he was at Arthur’s? Or that other boy, oh what was his name…ah, yes, Matthew. Maybe he was at Matthew’s. Though honestly, what would he be doing in Canada?
“Why brie of course, mon ami,” he replied, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world. He watched warily as the pen scribbled his answer on the paper. Francis eyed it for a moment before waving his hand around near the pen. There was no one holding the pen, only air. Perhaps he drank too much last night.
“Oui…brie. It is especially délicieux when warmed with a sauce,” Francis continued, relaxing a bit despite the freaky pen. “Like a honey sauce, with shavings of pecan. Or cranberry, mm, I enjoyed such a delight few months past while visiting Alfred. The chefs at his house were wondrous but, of course,” he winked at the paper, “they come mostly from France, non?”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Francis frowned at the question. First cheese, yes, but now murder? It was quite a switch. “Ah yes, well…” he smiled his most charming smile and recovered quickly from the shocking question. “I am not one who is eager for violence, non? Not without the necessary provocation, au moins. And though er…though I find them both unpleasant to my ears, I have no desire to, ah,” his smile wavered for a brief moment, “murder them.”
3. What time is it where you are?
Francis rolled up his sleeve and glanced down at his watch, since he couldn’t use his cell phone anymore to tell the time. And yes, the watch was a Rolex. He got it from Vash. “Ah…where I was, it was about 22h15.” He paused then and in case he still was in Alfred’s house, he added, “Excusez-moi, I mean to say it is about 10:15 in the evening.”
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Francis’s eyes bulged for a moment before he cleared his throat and laughed. “Ah, non! ‘Sexual harassment’? Non, that is not ah…quel est le mot…accurate? Yes accurate, I suppose. I do not harass people, non. I show them l’amour.” He flashed a grin and flicked his blond hair over his shoulder. “It is the greatest way to express your feelings for someone, non? When words cannot suffice, you must turn to the language of the body. Only then can you show them how you truly feel, hm? Haha, but I will not share my technique in such a matter here,” his eyes flashed as he lowered his voice. “That is, how they say, ‘for me to know and you to find out’.”
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
“I would name it perhaps something like, hm…l’Pigalle. I’m sure you would understand this name, should you spend enough time in Paris,” his smile didn’t change but a shameless flush colored his cheeks.
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
Francis was not familiar with any of these people but if anybody was an expert on l’amour, oho, then it was Francis. With overflowing confidence, he began his lesson. “But of course, Harry should consider this carefully. Marriage is a binding declaration! Once taken, you are together with that person for a long time, non? Unless divorce. But perhaps…‘Harry’ should consider the life of a bachelor and sharing his love? After all, if they both love him, they should not mind taking turns,” he chuckled and gestured to himself. "I recommend this decision, mon ami, it is best for everybody involved."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Francis blinked. “Well évidemment, you have not been kind to your secretary. Perhaps take her to a dinner, non? Nothing bolsters performance in the workplace like a memorable evening,” he flashed a handsome grin and only those who knew him well could see the lecherous insinuations swimming behind his eyes.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Francis huffed, his ears turning red. He seemed deeply insulted for a few moments, before melting back into something that resembled his usual suave disposition. “If I were useless, mon ami, the beautiful nation of France would speak German as of now, would it not?” The bite beneath his words was unmistakable but like any good diplomat, he kept his words civil.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
Francis pondered this for a few moments. “Well…I could grant you citizenship,” he thought, “or perhaps name after you a boulevard.” He shrugged and flashed a grin. “But of course, on a personal level, I could show you an evening, non? I’ll share with you mon vin magnifique. Vintage, red wine, and a memorable dinner,” he promised. He kissed the tips of his fingers and flicked them away from his mouth, as though tasting a kiss. “Mmm. Exquis, ne l'est pas, mon ami?” And with his bribe he winked again at nobody in particular.
"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Francis Bonnefoy.
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Francis Bonnefoy.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Francis Bonnefoy.
One day, marmalade (délicieux!) will rule the world. Francis Bonnefoy"
[WARNING: The thread with Francis and Roderich is now NSFW.]
The Frenchman continued to hum and smile as he took a few steps forward, oblivious to his surroundings. However as he zipped up the fly of his dress pants (red, to match the design in his tie) and looked up, his face immediately fell into a puzzled frown. Now, he knew government buildings were big but he was sure Alfred’s White House did not look like the inside of a castle. In fact, he was pretty certain Alfred didn’t have many castles to begin with (that was Arthur’s department). Francis crossed his arms and rubbed the stubble on his chin. He glanced behind him and, sure enough, there was no bathroom. He swallowed, trying to keep the nerves from writhing in his stomach, and looked forward again. There was definitely something strange going on.
Mumbling to himself in French, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek red cell phone. He opened it, expecting the screen to light up and show him the date and the time, but nothing happened.
“Merde”, he cursed under his breath, and shook his phone. It did nothing to help, so he dropped it back into his pocket with a sigh. Looking around, he noticed a desk a short distance away from him. He glanced again over his shoulder before walking over to the desk.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
He raised his eyebrows in surprise. There was a questionnaire on the desk, and it was asking him questions. Well, at least it was asking him about fromage and not anything creepier. The questions were in English though, he noticed. Maybe he was still in Alfred’s house? This place certainly did not look like anything like Alfred’s house. Perhaps he was at Arthur’s? Or that other boy, oh what was his name…ah, yes, Matthew. Maybe he was at Matthew’s. Though honestly, what would he be doing in Canada?
“Why brie of course, mon ami,” he replied, as though it were the most obvious answer in the world. He watched warily as the pen scribbled his answer on the paper. Francis eyed it for a moment before waving his hand around near the pen. There was no one holding the pen, only air. Perhaps he drank too much last night.
“Oui…brie. It is especially délicieux when warmed with a sauce,” Francis continued, relaxing a bit despite the freaky pen. “Like a honey sauce, with shavings of pecan. Or cranberry, mm, I enjoyed such a delight few months past while visiting Alfred. The chefs at his house were wondrous but, of course,” he winked at the paper, “they come mostly from France, non?”
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Francis frowned at the question. First cheese, yes, but now murder? It was quite a switch. “Ah yes, well…” he smiled his most charming smile and recovered quickly from the shocking question. “I am not one who is eager for violence, non? Not without the necessary provocation, au moins. And though er…though I find them both unpleasant to my ears, I have no desire to, ah,” his smile wavered for a brief moment, “murder them.”
3. What time is it where you are?
Francis rolled up his sleeve and glanced down at his watch, since he couldn’t use his cell phone anymore to tell the time. And yes, the watch was a Rolex. He got it from Vash. “Ah…where I was, it was about 22h15.” He paused then and in case he still was in Alfred’s house, he added, “Excusez-moi, I mean to say it is about 10:15 in the evening.”
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Francis’s eyes bulged for a moment before he cleared his throat and laughed. “Ah, non! ‘Sexual harassment’? Non, that is not ah…quel est le mot…accurate? Yes accurate, I suppose. I do not harass people, non. I show them l’amour.” He flashed a grin and flicked his blond hair over his shoulder. “It is the greatest way to express your feelings for someone, non? When words cannot suffice, you must turn to the language of the body. Only then can you show them how you truly feel, hm? Haha, but I will not share my technique in such a matter here,” his eyes flashed as he lowered his voice. “That is, how they say, ‘for me to know and you to find out’.”
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
“I would name it perhaps something like, hm…l’Pigalle. I’m sure you would understand this name, should you spend enough time in Paris,” his smile didn’t change but a shameless flush colored his cheeks.
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
Francis was not familiar with any of these people but if anybody was an expert on l’amour, oho, then it was Francis. With overflowing confidence, he began his lesson. “But of course, Harry should consider this carefully. Marriage is a binding declaration! Once taken, you are together with that person for a long time, non? Unless divorce. But perhaps…‘Harry’ should consider the life of a bachelor and sharing his love? After all, if they both love him, they should not mind taking turns,” he chuckled and gestured to himself. "I recommend this decision, mon ami, it is best for everybody involved."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Francis blinked. “Well évidemment, you have not been kind to your secretary. Perhaps take her to a dinner, non? Nothing bolsters performance in the workplace like a memorable evening,” he flashed a handsome grin and only those who knew him well could see the lecherous insinuations swimming behind his eyes.
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Francis huffed, his ears turning red. He seemed deeply insulted for a few moments, before melting back into something that resembled his usual suave disposition. “If I were useless, mon ami, the beautiful nation of France would speak German as of now, would it not?” The bite beneath his words was unmistakable but like any good diplomat, he kept his words civil.
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
Francis pondered this for a few moments. “Well…I could grant you citizenship,” he thought, “or perhaps name after you a boulevard.” He shrugged and flashed a grin. “But of course, on a personal level, I could show you an evening, non? I’ll share with you mon vin magnifique. Vintage, red wine, and a memorable dinner,” he promised. He kissed the tips of his fingers and flicked them away from his mouth, as though tasting a kiss. “Mmm. Exquis, ne l'est pas, mon ami?” And with his bribe he winked again at nobody in particular.
"I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. Francis Bonnefoy.
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. Francis Bonnefoy.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. Francis Bonnefoy.
One day, marmalade (délicieux!) will rule the world. Francis Bonnefoy"
[WARNING: The thread with Francis and Roderich is now NSFW.]