∞ 008 Action

[seniorfilia]

[France is, understandably very annoyed when he pokes his way through the mail this morning. For obvious reasons, really. However, he's quickly distracted by the box he's holding, from which pecking noises and cooing can be heard. He slowly walks through the living room, staring at the box, until he arrives at the Christmas tree where a present

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[wybrows]

[ Wy is sitting on the couch drawing when an animal flies in.

Oh and a bird.

She throws a pencil at France!! ] Hey! I've got a guard possum that'll get you, so it's smart if you leave right now.

[seniorfilia]

I'm not scared of a possum. [He can spare a moment for a smug smirk. Then Pierre XII perches himself on the top of a cupboard and France runs up to him.] Pierre! Come on! [Pierre XII chirps curiously as he watches France jump up and down trying to reach him.]

[wybrows]

[ Wy stands up and follows him. ] A guard possum. Much more dangerous than a regular one.

I see you can't even take care of your own pets. Hmph.

[seniorfilia]

I take very good care of my pets! Pierre is just being silly. [Pierre XII chirps happily in agreement and Pierre IV flutters from France's shoulder to join him.] They're excited because they're in a new place, that's all!

[tomatatas]

[Shrieking]

[First a bird, then a lil child, things stop coming through the window prease]

[seniorfilia]

[Pierre and Pierre panic and begin fluttering around madly, cooing loudly. France shrieks too.]

[tomatatas]

[So many shrieks oh god

Calming down] Che diavolo?! Who are you piccol...a?

[seniorfilia]

[Shrieks back and so misses that feminine! Then he pouts.] Je m'appelle France, bien sûr.

[sveariket]

[He's trying to catch the bird that is sitting on the curtain pole. It looks like it would make for a delicious dinner.

Or rather, he's staring at it, trying to come up with a good plan to catch it.]

[seniorfilia]

[Well, he'll be distracted from it soon enough by the small child throwing themselves through the window behind the curtain into the house.] Pierre! [If France somehow manages to land on top of Sweden, that is irrelevant.]

[sveariket]

[Not that irrelevant, because Sweden will grab the attacker, fling them around and throw him to the ground and trap him there with his body weight before his brain has even registered it.

Have a viking atop of you, glaring down in what seems bloodlust (it'S not, it's confusion. But this is Sweden).]

[seniorfilia]

[At first, France freezes in shock. Then he starts screaming and crying why does this always happen to him?] I don't have any gold! Let me go! Go pick on Angleterre! [Screams!!!]