How do you like that for a Gate Decoration?

[french_gourmet]

Who: Francis, Rodereich
When: Close to Midnight on a Monday Evening
Where: Rodereich's house, at the front gate
What: Francis and those high school kids are vandalising his gate again

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P.S. You are spelling his name wrong. 8D;;

[notaustralian]

After his visitors had left, Roderich had gone back to the museum to finish his work. He sure liked to work at odd hours of the day. Once he was done, it was already drawing close to midnight.

He went home then, walking his way. As long as he had his map and his compass, he wasn't about to get lost.

As he was drawing close to his house, he saw a group of shadows moving about his front gate. Before he could get close enough, the shadows were disappearing into the night. Except for one.

Roderich approached slowly even though it was his house. He wasn't built to get into brawls. He stopped a few steps away and turned his eyes on his front gate. So... that was what had been happening.

"Pardon me," he said to the lone man. In the darkness, he couldn't quite tell who it was. "Would you happen to have seen who did this to my gate?"

No I'm not! It's just a different spelling!

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Francis jumped, head swivelling around to look at the speaker. Ah, he had though Rodereich was already in bed. It seemed he was wrong, however. Crap.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I just came up just as they left." Francis lied smmothly, hoping it would fool Rodereich. "My apologies." He started to back away slowly. Maybe if he got away soon enough, he wouldn't be questioned anymore. The longer he spent with Rodereich, the more likely he was to be discovered, and he did not want that at all. Because then it might lead to police, which would to much bigger problems he did not feel like handling at the moment.

[notaustralian]

Roderich eyed his gate and stifled a sigh. He would have to set aside another day to repaint his gate for... the fourth or fifth time this month. Why did they target him and not anyone else in the neighbor?

"Ah, then," Roderich said as he stepped close. His porch light was on and now that he was finally closer, he couldn't help but think that the man looked very very familiar.

"E-excuse me," he called out, trying to stop the man. "I... I do believe we know each other from somewhere."

He narrowed his eyes as he came closer. That face... that hair... those eyes...

"Y-you are..." Darn, what was his name...? It was at the tip of his tongue. Frank? Francoise? Regardless of the name, Roderich could clearly remember that man.

"You are the person who used to molest me!"

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Francis deadpanned. "Well, at least you got the idea right, I suppose. Hello, Rodereich. It has been some time, hasn't it?" The smile on the French man's face was forced. He had really hoped to avoid a confrontation with Rodereich, but oh well.

"I must say, I haven't missed you at all, and as muchas I would like to stay and chat, I have other things I best be doing." Francis continued to back away. "Sorry about the gate, kind of. Not really."

It would be such a pity when Rodereich painted it over again. "You really shouldn't get rid of the students hard work you know. It's very beautiful....and accurate."

[notaustralian]

Roderich narrowed his eyes at the dreaded Frenchman - the man who practically took away his innocence! The horrid memories, Roderich shuddered at them.

When he caught Francis walking away, he ran after him. It didn't take a genius to figure that Francis had something to do with his vandalized gate. And Francis was kind of incriminating himself with his words.

"You did this?" he hissed after Francis, keeping his voice to not draw attention. "You certainly don't have anything better to do!"

He turned to his gate and snarled at the graffiti and drawings. Such vulgar things... but surely expected from the French pervert.

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Francis sniffed. "I'm above petty pranks such as those now, Roddy." He folded his arms and faced the Austrian. "It was the high school students, if you must know. I just watched them. I...might have pointed them here, but that is all. I didn't know they would target your house, but I'm rather glad they did."

He glanced back at the gate. "It really does look better like that. Suits your personality quite well."

[notaustralian]

Roderich flinched at the nickname. How dare this bastard call him by that name!? Acting like they were... familiar. It was sickening.

He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest. He hadn't been angry in so long, he kind of forgot how to react appropriately. He scoffed at Francis' explanation.

"I wouldn't put it pass you to do such a thing, Francis," he said, "it seems to be your specialty to strike low blows."

He eyed his gate and groaned. He didn't have the money to spend re-painting his gate again!

[french_gourmet]

Technically, they had been familiar at one point, but even then it had not been on friendly terms...

"You make it seem like I have no pride." Francis said. "I assure you, I am well above petty rivalries and pranks such as ours. I told you, I just watched them do it, I didn't actually do anything myself."

[notaustralian]

"You certainly do not have any pride," Roderich accused. "If you did, you wouldn't have sank so low."

He uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to Francis, in case the man made another run for it.

"I'm certain you very well... encouraged them to do it!"

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"I have more pride than you ever would." Francis frowned. "At least I don't go around messing up business deals." He watched the Austrian warily.

"And maybe I did have a hand in encouraging them? What are you going to do about it, go crying to your parents again like last time?"

[notaustralian]

Roderich flinched slightly. Surely, he had ran to his parents after that incident, but he was just a child, he didn't know how else to deal with the molestation.

"Hmph," he scoffed, and turned his head away. "It wouldn't have resulted in that if you would've just left me alone like I've asked!"

He pointed at Francis then and said, "In any case, you must pay for the damage!"

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"You shouldn't have looked so appealing then." Francis defended. "Of course, you're hardly that anymore."

"It's not my fault they like to play pranks." He sniffed. "And I'm not paying for anything of yours, you Australian."

[notaustralian]

Roderich took a breath to calm his nerves. So, he wasn't 'appealing' anymore, that was fine with him. But at the 'Australian' comment, Roderich clenched his fists. He bit his lips and exhaled slowly.

"I discovered you at the crime scene," he said, "I think that should be enough to inform the authority."

[french_gourmet]

"Oh please." Francis rolled his eyes. "They can't do anything about it. Crying to the authorities as always, Roddy. You really should try handling things on your own every once in a while."

[notaustralian]

Roderich pushed his glasses up and stifled a sigh. He had a long day and didn't really want to deal with Francis anymore.

"At least I try to stay on the good side of the law," he said, "unlike you, a criminal. You should be thankful that I didn't press charges against you back then."

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Francis scoffed. "A criminal? Oh please, you're as bad as mon cheri. Really, grow up Rodereich. The world is not a pretty place, and if you haven't noticed, the police aren't your parents, they are not there to wipe your tears away every time someone looks at you funny."