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[derjungenrhein]

Who: Liechtenstein (derjungenrhein), OPEN to anyone else.
What: Liechtenstein has woken up, and has decided to make some breakfast
Where: The kitchen
When: Morning
Rating: PG, might change depending on who joins?

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[andouillette]

France leant in the kitchen doorway for a good few minutes, fascinated at this new development. He'd just come by for morning coffee and a good croissant, and had been met by... this. A younger nation, standing prim and straight, busy at work making a meal. The short blonde hair looked strangely familiar, and he smirked at the somewhat unpleasant association it had with a certain gun-toting psycho who brought with him imminent death.

Ahh, but said psycho big-brother wasn't there to intervene, was he?

He took quiet steps forward, the bubbling at the stove and the rhythmic chops at the counter quite conveniently masking any sounds of movement he made, and stood behind the girl, so little and sweet, until she had released the sharp knife. Whereupon France's arms snaked around her thin waist and his chin rested atop her pretty head.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle. We are finding the kitchen to our taste, n'est-ce-pas?" he purred, turning his head and smiling into Liechtenstein's hair. Finally, there was a ray of light in this dark, crazed

[derjungenrhein]

Liechtenstein had quietly set down the knife, ready to lift the lid and them in, when she felt a pair of arms around her waist and someone resting on her head. At first, she thought of squirming and hopefully getting out of the hold, but then she heard the voice.

Ah. Familiar. Admittedly it had been a long time since she'd met or spoken with him. It took her a moment to translate, she had learned something during his brief stay with her. Just that she couldn't exactly recall. "A bit too much for me, Herr Frankreich. But it's still good."

[andouillette]

He smiled with the warmth of her reply, fully expecting some kind of resisting reflex left over from what Switzerland had nagged her about. Then again, what went on between those two wasn't particularly well-known to the others. France was just glad she remembered him, loosening his grip and kissing the top of her head gently.

"So I see, for a young lady like you..." He took a step back, letting his arms come away from her, surveying the little area she'd taken as a workplace. Liechtenstein had certainly made the effort to use what was provided- as opposed to certain other nations, whose one train of thought was escape. This one had the common sense to sustain herself first.

"Is there anything I can help with, or anything out of reach?" France offered, still smiling with joy at the younger nation, although he reflected that she had probably almost finished cooking anyway. "Rather, when did you reach this place, Mademoiselle Liechtenstein?"

[derjungenrhein]

Once France had let go, Liechtenstein quietly reached up and rubbed at the spot on her head he kissed. It was a little...embarrassing, but it just showed that France hadn't changed much, as far as she could see.

"I'm fine, Herr Frankreich. I'm almost done anyway," she said with a small smile. "And I arrived yesterday."

Though to be honest, most of the yesterday was spent surveying the hotel and trying not to be noticed. Not yet, at least.

[andouillette]

"Yesterday, was it? I see..." he replied idly, leaning back against the table and letting his gaze drift to the saucepan on the stove, curious as to its contents. Most likely soup, judging from the other ingredients Liechtenstein had prepared- nothing too rich, it seemed, but of a good enough standard. Thankfully, she seemed to be coping well after that dreadful bout of poverty she had suffered. That was one attractive thing about her presence here- little Liechtenstein didn't carry so much trouble and hurt with her as the others, some of whom seemed to want to lash out at anything or anyone.

France rocked back onto his feet and lifted the saucepan lid, gesturing for the younger nation to go right ahead with adding the vegetables. "Have you had the occasion to meet anyone else, may I ask?" He blinked in the steam as he asked, the warmth in the room almost overpowering- leaving the kitchen was no longer an option.

[derjungenrhein]

"No, I haven't." Not really, anyway. She had seen a few others, but she wasn't sure who they were -- and she decided she'd go see how much she could figure out on her own before going to ask questions. It hadn't been very difficult, though. Basically they were trapped and there wasn't any apparent way out.

Quietly nodding at France when he lifted the lid up, she lifted up the cutting board and added in the vegetables. "Would you like some, once it's done?"

[andouillette]

Carefully watching to make sure nothing spilled, he passed a cooking spoon over to her once she was done and nodded gratitiously. "That would be very much appreciated, ma chérie." He had to admit the food smelled good- it was refreshingly nostalgic, too, though perhaps Liechtenstein would not be too happy to hear so.

He let silence settle for a moment and wondered idly whether he was being watched. Switzerland was always so suspicious of him... France half-expected to see the signature white beret out of the corner of his eye. He shifted posture and patted the little nation on the head- when he didn't hear bullets, he removed his hand, smiling to himself. Well, it was worth a try.

Cutlery. France began by pulling open a drawer and selecting cutlery for their meal. "Austria is here," he said from over his shoulder, "There are a few more here, but some of them are a little..." He pursed his lips, thinking of a way to put it. Eventually... "You know to stay away from Prussia, oui?"

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Liechtenstein stirred the soup, looking at for a moment before she covered it again to simmer. "Alright."

Ah, Austria. She felt relieved knowing that. At least there was someone else she was very familiar with here as well. (Then again, it seemed kind of bad to be glad that anyone was stuck in here too.) She had to stop herself from making a face when France mentioned Prussia. It would have been...rude, if she did, even if she didn't like him much.

He was like that neighbour that lived down the neighbourhood by a few houses. She hadn't spoke to him much, but she doubted he remembered she was around half of the time, either. "Yes. I know."

[andouillette]

"There's a good girl. Among the rest who are here..." he set busy laying out spoons, knives for the bread, napkins and anything else they'd need on the table. "England, Turkey, Latvia, Poland, Bulgaria..." His mind churned to think of the others he'd spoken with, or those whom England had told him about. "...China, Egypt... Ah, the rest of the Baltics too. I have not personally met with most of them, however. I suggest you take caution."

France cast another glance at the pot on the stove, and opened the fridge, searching thoroughly until he came across a decent French cheese to compliment the bread. "Prussia, especially, he's been naughty. He misbehaved a little," --shut the fridge, set the cheese on the table-- "and the nurses sedated him. He's in his room right now in a foul mood."

[true_north_will]

Footsteps approached the kitchen area before a pair of soft, furry paws were all that appeared from the doorway. The one holding it, Canada, had stopped to look around. Oh. He was outside the kitchen. Earlier, he had decided to go out with Sir Bearington to explore the "prison" for the first time ever. Canada was also hoping to meet the mysterious person who helped him in previous days but that was to no avail.

He poked his head in. To his surprise, there were two people. With all his aimless wandering, he had not encountered anyone until now. His ears caught the man's voice and his listing of names. Canada was not sure whether to be relieved or worried that there were many other Nations present.

So, England was here too. A few familiar ones, as well. Peering upward, he followed the man's movements until he could clearly see the face. He was extremely familiar but Canada couldn't be sure. What were the chances? Not before stumbling in, the Nation looked up and poke: "Hello? ... Is that you, France?"

[andouillette]

He jolted at the touch, letting out a short gasp with shock; France whirled around to face whatever or whoever had poked him without warning and took a quick step back just as the other nation spoke. That voice, this person, took him completely by surprise--

"...Cana-" he breathed as he looked the boy over (glasses, check; plush polar bear, check; delightful blond waves, check), taking note of how unperturbed he seemed. No obvious wounds or scratches, that was good- his glasses were intact too, which probably meant America or Cuba hadn't visited in a while. The briefly unnerving thought of this nation involved in any conflict was quickly banished from his mind.

A smile broke across France's face as he caught Canada's outstretched hand, "Canada, alors t'es ici!" he laughed, arms pulling the younger nation into a tight hug, kissing his forehead and patting his back gently. Another nation, finally, one who relied on him, one who had sought him out!

[true_north_will]

Okay, this was definitely France. The other's appearance and actions alone were proof enough. Finding himself in the Nation's embrace, Canada slowly slouched downward toward the bear in his arms. He'd hate to admit it; it was comforting --- the hug, and the fact that someone he knew was right there in front of him. Looking upward, and showing a faint smile, Canada wasn't sure what to say. He had to start with something. "Erm ... boujour, France

[andouillette]

France chuckled at the greeting and let Canada move out of his grip, watching him carefully. He wouldn't let a single awry detail go unmissed of his dear protégé- the safety of the more peaceful country was somewhat of a concern to him. Even a hair out of place worried him, on which note France remarked that the other nation's hair had grown since last time they'd met.

He nodded vaguely at Canada's last question, distracted by his actions- squeezing the bear more and more tightly, it was as if the other was reverting back to childhood. Intimidated and nervous. To be expected upon arrival at this place.

"Oui, il y a bien beaucoup... A lot of us here, yes." he echoed absentmindedly, resting a hand on the table beside some cutlery. Ah, England, of course- speaking of other people. "If you're asking about America, I cannot say I have seen him, although I have heard he is here..." France glanced over his shoulder at the fair Liechtenstein, then back at Canada. "Have you two met?"

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Liechtenstein for a moment, stared blankly at the two of them. This was...a surprise, really. France seemed to know this one (What was his name again? He looked like America, but she didn't remember America having that bit of hair that stuck being that long, either), and it made her just a little happy to see the reunion.

Ah, is brother alright at home? He can take care of himself, but I want to know if he's fine....

"I don't think I have," he said in reply to France's question. She discreetly eyed the drawer with the cutlery. Something told her more was going to have to be brought out, soon enough.

[true_north_will]

"Mm, I don't think we have either. But ...," Canada turned to Liechtenstein and bowed his head slightly. "Hi, I'm Canada. I'm a dominion of England but I'm slowly being loosened from that title and I have a twin brother, America who others often mistake me for. This here is Sir Bearington, a polar bear plush that appeared in my room. Reminds me of home ... Uh."

Following the awkward introduction, his smile faded and he shifted his head toward France. "So a lot of us...," Canada repeated. It felt strange as the Nation had yet a clue why so many of them were suddenly brought together. Maybe someone wanted us all to be friends again, he thought. "Any idea what kind of place is this? Looks like you know something. More than me at least."

[andouillette]

France looked over the two nations with a smile tugging at his lips- who'd have thought they'd eventually meet in a place like this? It was a shame, really. But in any other circumstances, they might not have even bothered. What a lonely bunch they could be.

"Considering the war that has afflicted all of us, would it not be sensible to assume this is a hospital of sorts?" he said, irony tinting his voice. "But not for healing our bodies or our people. Rather," France shot a quick look directly at a surveillance camera in the upper corner of the room. "To heal our minds. They think we are all mad, and will not let any of us escape. The barred windows are proof enough of that..."

Momentarily turning his back to Canada, he reached up to open a cupboard or two, searching for glassware and drinks. The kitchen would have to accomodate three of them now, and idle chat could wait.