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Name: Freshy
Are you over 16?: Yes!
Personal LJ: fresh_debonair
Email: fresh.debonair@gmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other contact: AIM- sleepingslaves, Plurk- deuil
Characters already in the game: Basch, Pip, and Holmes
How did you find us?: I'm already in-game!
IC:
Character name: France (Francis Bonnefoy)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present-age, so let's roll with 2011.
Age:
Looks to be 26 but, he's existed since around 450 BC, during the Iron Age, where Celtic France was still known as the land of Gaul. It existed as such until the late second century BC, when--
--let's save the history lesson for later and just say that France is really goddamn old. The founding of the Frankish empire was roughly around 1,500 years ago, so if we want to get technical, he's formally around that age.
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths:
France has the magical ability to be the most charming and tasteful nation in the whole world. And cook marvelous food and have the best wine. Please pretend that these are all magical powers, for ego's sake.
He also happens to be a physical manifestation of a nation, which is pretty magical in is own right. Embodying the spirit, culture, and even current events of France, his physical 'wellness' depends on the state of affairs in his lovely nation. However, this point seems a little moot considering that his world will be...destroyed, but it's a thing to note. He also seems to be very sturdy, which is a strange word to use, but considering that England has kicked his sorry ass MANY times and he's STILL been able to come back every time, it's pretty evident that he doesn't go down so easily.
How would they use their abilities?:
Pour l'amour, évidemment! Aka EVERYONE COME BE PART OF FRANCE! Big brother France has brioches, y'all.
Obviously, he'll be protective of anyone that professes to be French, since planet Earth has been, unfortunately, destroyed.
Appearance:
Standing at 5' 9'', France has shoulder-length blond hair, bright blue eyes, and an even brighter smile-- or so he would say. A self-proclaimed dandy, France has grown a bit of facial hair to accentuate his seniority and his status as 'big brother' (which no one really takes seriously): supposedly, he's been growing this tiny bit of stubble since the late 18th century. His attire is very much adherent to his staunch aesthetic standards, and he'll never settle for the brown and drab that seems to be the mode for other nations. No, France likes to dress nicely, and he's usually seen sporting an azure coat with a matching capelet, red pants, and nice boots.
Long story short, he is simply the flyest nation ever.
Background/Personality:
Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride
and greatest pleasure... that we welcome you tonight.
And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair,
as the application proudly presents -
this section!
Be...Francais! Be Francais!
Put our service to the test!
Take my hand and hold on tight, cherie,
And I'll provide the rest
Ah, the Louvre!
Hot hors d'oeuvres!
Why, we only live to serve.
Try my wine list,
It's delicious,
Don't believe me? Ah, so vicious ♥
I can sing, I can dance
After all, Miss, I am France!
And a dinner here is never second best.
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you'll
Be Francais,
Oui, Francais,
So Francais!
...But not really, since the history of France is considerably more rich, interesting, and vast than a song sung by a silly candlestick in a children's movie. However, there's no way to cram 1500+ years of history and condense it into something not completely academic, unless we use a vehicle as a guide-- and in this case, our intrepid physical manifestation of France, Francis Bonnefoy, will deliver. Hetalia is a series where history is represented through characters, after all.
Anyway.
It all started when France was just a little baby territory by the name of Gaul, or in Roman, Gallia. Originally under Celtic rule, Gallia was formerly established in 51 BC after Roman conquest and remained that way for roughly 500 years, absorbing much of Roman life and culture. Under the supervision of good ol' Grandpa Rome, Gallia picked himself up from a declining economy and made himself relatively comfortable, backed and protected by a strong empire... Until the Frankish tribes of Germania decided to take advantage of a faltering Rome during the 3rd century AD, that is. After increasing pressure and continuous invasions, Gallia was finally forced to submit to Frankish rule at around 486 AD. After a period of general unrest and territorial shifts, France was formally united as a Frankish kingdom a few decades (give or take a few, the records are vague) after the fall of Rome, adopting Christianity as his national religion and establishing Paris as his capital.
Now, France had himself a lot to look up to and to look forward to. Not only had he been under the influence of the great Grandpa Rome, a figure that had controlled a massive empire for a majority of his childhood years, France now had the legacy of the great Charlemagne on his shoulders. After the relative unification of the Frankish kingdom, Charlemagne went along and pretty much conquered a huge chunk of Europe, kicking Saxson ass and bringing Christianity along with him. This was pretty much little France's golden years-- from one powerful empire to the next, which possibly might explain his tendency to consider himself the most prestigious European power even centuries after the fall of Charlemagne in the late 9th century. Eventually, the Carolingian dynasty that Charlemagne had been a part of faltered, and the vast Frankish Empire was divided into more manageable chunks through the Treaty of Verdun (843, for all you date-seekers). France was content with affiliating himself with the Kingdom of the West Franks, which would eventually formally be declared the Kingdom of France.
Moving right along and skipping a few centuries of rulers like Charles the Bald, France allied himself with Scotland at around 1295 to combat England's aggressive expansion policies. It was a win-win situation, since neither of them liked England, and Scotland liked French wine. This was referred to as the Auld Alliance, which lasted a fairly long time (it was revoked in 1560 with the Treaty of Edinburgh), and made France and Scotland pretty good bros for a fair amount of centuries.
Now, a few decades after France formed the Auld Alliance with Scotland, he found himself neck-deep in a long war with England: from 1328 to 1453, France and England was locked in a bitter battle over succession issues, also known as 'The Hundred Years War'. Because England had this nifty contraption called a longbow and this great military strategy known as an actual organized army, France was getting his ass royally kicked for most of the first half of this war (a long time, if you think about it). But then along came beautiful, loyal, devoted Jeanne D'Arc, who rose up in 1429 and gave France the much-needed confidence that he needed to fight England anew. Enamored by her strength and selfless faith to God, France considered Jeanne the pride of his kingdom...
...until she was captured on May of 1430 and given over to England, who burned her at the stake the next year for heresy. Needless to say, this did nothing to ameliorate feelings of resentment that France had for England-- a feeling that would linger on for many centuries to come. It would be no secret that England would take the side of anyone that was fighting against France, and vice versa.
Now, fast forward a few decades to France's acquisition of Canada in the early 1500s, the establishment of the French language, and we're set for this century. Let's speed things up, shall we?
The next landmark in France's long career was Louis XIV, who headed many grand battles of conquest and also happened to be quite the lover of arts-- France's kind of monarch, really. While France entertained the notion of French dominance, yet again, and while it did seem that he was winning his battles (the Thirty Years war being one of them), this vision turned out yet again to be a big failure. God plays such cruel jokes on France, really and truly. It really didn't help that England went on to take Canada from him in the Seven Years' War (that bastard) in the early 18th century, so France decided to take a little bit of revenge on the stupid island country by helping America secede from England. Yes, France funded a revolution...which turned out perhaps not to be the greatest of choices, since this decision, fueled mostly through his massive hate for England, launched his already debt-swamped nation into EVEN MORE DEBT. Opulence has its prices, and CLEARLY, France didn't think this through very well. Passion really does get the better of him sometimes.
And then, of course, the French Revolution happened.
Let's. Not. Talk about that.
And then the reign of Napoleon Bonaparte happened! A bit too militaristic for France's tastes, perhaps, but Napoleon was pretty much France's last moments of glistening success-- the closest to taking control of Europe he'd ever get from now until...forever, probably. France was really on a roll, especially after all the craziness that followed the French Revolution, and then...
...Well, we won't talk about that, either.
What follows are the crazy shenanigans that happen in Axis Powers: Hetalia, which takes place during the World Wars and has a little to do with history and a whole lot more to do with historical silliness. Like France trying to marry England as a last-ditch attempt to pay back his debts, or his attempts at espionage by taking questionable pictures of Austria, or finding Germany at his restaurant, mashing his potatoes.
And by now, I think we're ready to proceed with France's personality!
France, along with his abundant affection, is also extremely vain bordering on narcissistic, arrogant bordering on annoying, and self-assured bordering on infuriating. Completely and utterly convinced of his sense of self-worth (which is, to some degree, earned through his seniority and his admittedly long and rich history), France's love for...well, love, doesn't stop at his love for others-- no, if anything, France loves himself first and foremost, and that predominating trait manifests itself in many aspects of his personality. While some of this inherent narcissism can be mildly justified, the flipside of it is that in order to retain his perfect opinion of himself, France often practices a little thing called denial.
Define little?
Well, clearly all of his losses after the death of his Sun King were a joke played on him by God! Losing Canada to England? Just a little bump in the road. French Revolution? A little tumultuous period, it happens to everyone. The fall of Napoleon Bonaparte? Just...an end of an era, nothing more! Because he totally wasn't on his way to conquering Europe, no way.
You get the point.
However, Frace's almost ridiculous preference to keep his failures swept under the rug is both a strength and weakness of his: a weakness for obvious reasons (having any of his unsuccessful conquests brought to the forefront usually launches him into a mini moral crisis), but a strength for other reasons, one of them being his long-bred tenacity. Being that he's navigated the choppy waters of European politics for so long, France has an expert sense of how to survive... or so he would say. He has a near-delusional optimism to him (this is a compliment, I swear), one that allows him to say 'if I'm in the worst possible situation right now, the only way to go now is up'. This is most definitely a byproduct of his infinite assurance of himself, but also a strength that he's cultivated throughout a very long period of seeing how many times he can screw up and yet still keep on pushing forward. And he manages to do so, every time. It's no secret that France, like many of the other nations, has his moments of bitterness and self-pain-- however, deeply personal events seem to be something France keeps to himself, under his easy smile and his self-proclaimed dandyness.
And speaking of dandyness, France does fancy himself to be the older brother figure to the other nations, referring to himself frequently as 'France-niichan', or 'Big Brother France'. He resents the implication that he's old, however, and prefers to be referred to as brother rather than the more obvious 'grandpa'.
Kids these days.
Additionally, France is a connoisseur of everything beautiful, including language, art, fine wine, cooking, and of course, people. He considers his own culture above and beyond the rest with respect to taste and aesthetics, without question, but that doesn't mean he won't appreciate everything and anything else he finds pleasing-- especially (yes, it needs reiterating) people. His abundant capabilities for affection are manifested here in the form of indiscriminate love and a whimsical ignorance of boundaries...
...which can just be translated flatly to: France is a huge pervert.
If you have a personal bubble, France will pop it (no innuendo intended). But you're a man, not a woman? France doesn't discriminate! After all, love knows no boundaries, and France enjoys making this clear.
Very clear.
Too clear.
But it's not lechery because it's love! It's romance. And after all, what's life without a little love to go with it? (Barring the fact that, yes, France's overwhelming love for himself makes his romantic pursuits somewhat selfish as well.)
France, with all of his moments of tactlessness and underhanded methods to get what he wants-- it's states that his 'ultimate power' is to go and reap the benefits of a fight from the sidelines-- is also, as previously stated, passionate about what he loves and loyal to his nation and his people. He's not completely above making decisions and being diplomatic for the sake of his own needs and whims (all of which usually end in disaster), but whenever he's not being shameless, France very much has the capability to be charming, appropriately affectionate, and, yes, kind of like a big brother. His rivalry with England, for example, is a well-established and mutual animosity-- however, it's mentioned several times that they do have a grudging respect for one another. As flawed as his narcissism may make him out to be, it's not a lie that France does, in fact, have a big heart.
And besides! If anyone can cope with the destruction of his planet and have his long-honed survival methods (aka denial) kick in, it's France. He will do it in the most graceful of ways, and with impeccable style. ♥
Have you read up on how the game works?: Yes! Guide plugin is FlamingFerret, and you get the credits from working missions, stealing, or mooching like a true man.
1st person sample:
[When the feed turns on, it takes a moment to adjust to the blond-haired man staring rather inquisitively into the camera, an index finger tapping gently at his lips. He doesn't look all so pleased, either, if the little furrow between his brows is any indication of his mood.
Blue eyes survey the feed, before he breaks into a smile, relaxed. A nation as old as he is knows survival tactics, after all!]
Ah, this again? Separated from familiar faces, stranded in unknown territories, left to fend for oneself... A familiar story, if I've ever heard one.
[Dramatic pause for effect, and France runs one hand through his hair (the sparkles are used liberally with this one) in a show of bravado.]
But there should be nothing to fear! Another trial for the great republique, though it would be nice if a friendly face were to present itself. Non? I--
[A wink, but France is interrupted by a hand that comes from off-camera to hand him something. France blinks, holds up the object which turns out to be a towel, covered in...]
...Frogs. Ha! Very funny, if this was your idea, Angleterre--
[Cue a little angry thrust of the towel at the feed, and France accidentally shuts it off. Whoops.]
3rd person sample:
France had taken many things in stride, over the course of the past few hours. Finding himself in an alien (no pun intended) place, being handed a hideous towel accompanied by a rather cheerful voice telling him over blaring loudspeakers ‘not to panic’, being informed that his world, his lovely citizens of France were no more… Ludicrous claims, really, all of which France had taken with a grain of salt. Or, in other words, France had been furiously paddling up a familiar river called denial, with little else equipped but his centuries of experience in handling dire situations.
But this.
This was too much.
Staring at a plateful of grey matter that looked suspiciously like some sort of alien organs, France lifted his gaze first to his server, then back to the contents of his plate, then back at the extraterrestrial, fending off an urge to abandon this mission altogether, to run as far and fast as he can away from this sinking feeling in his stomach.
“Uh… excusez-moi, but what exactly…is this…?”
“Food.”
“Ah, no…I was wondering what this is…”
“Food.”
With a grunt, the alien ladled up another portion of the unidentifiable sludge, plopping another mess of grey right next to the preexisting mound, splattering some of the slop onto France’s shirt. With a horrified little gasp, France dropped the plate, his expression blanching as he realized that he had now gotten the contents of his plate all over his impeccable boots.
-Oh good God, why must you always play such horrible jokes on me-
And with an entirely undignified look of despair, France bolted away from the staring alien, ready to fall into another bout of existential crisis stemming from unfamiliar surroundings and disgusting food.
Questions?: N/A
Did you put your characters name and fandom in the subject: Certainly~!
Name: Freshy
Are you over 16?: Yes!
Personal LJ: fresh_debonair
Email: fresh.debonair@gmail.com
Timezone: EST
Other contact: AIM- sleepingslaves, Plurk- deuil
Characters already in the game: Basch, Pip, and Holmes
How did you find us?: I'm already in-game!
IC:
Character name: France (Francis Bonnefoy)
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Timeline: Present-age, so let's roll with 2011.
Age:
Looks to be 26 but, he's existed since around 450 BC, during the Iron Age, where Celtic France was still known as the land of Gaul. It existed as such until the late second century BC, when--
--let's save the history lesson for later and just say that France is really goddamn old. The founding of the Frankish empire was roughly around 1,500 years ago, so if we want to get technical, he's formally around that age.
~*Magical*~ abilities and strengths:
France has the magical ability to be the most charming and tasteful nation in the whole world. And cook marvelous food and have the best wine. Please pretend that these are all magical powers, for ego's sake.
He also happens to be a physical manifestation of a nation, which is pretty magical in is own right. Embodying the spirit, culture, and even current events of France, his physical 'wellness' depends on the state of affairs in his lovely nation. However, this point seems a little moot considering that his world will be...destroyed, but it's a thing to note. He also seems to be very sturdy, which is a strange word to use, but considering that England has kicked his sorry ass MANY times and he's STILL been able to come back every time, it's pretty evident that he doesn't go down so easily.
How would they use their abilities?:
Pour l'amour, évidemment! Aka EVERYONE COME BE PART OF FRANCE! Big brother France has brioches, y'all.
Obviously, he'll be protective of anyone that professes to be French, since planet Earth has been, unfortunately, destroyed.
Appearance:
Standing at 5' 9'', France has shoulder-length blond hair, bright blue eyes, and an even brighter smile-- or so he would say. A self-proclaimed dandy, France has grown a bit of facial hair to accentuate his seniority and his status as 'big brother' (which no one really takes seriously): supposedly, he's been growing this tiny bit of stubble since the late 18th century. His attire is very much adherent to his staunch aesthetic standards, and he'll never settle for the brown and drab that seems to be the mode for other nations. No, France likes to dress nicely, and he's usually seen sporting an azure coat with a matching capelet, red pants, and nice boots.
Long story short, he is simply the flyest nation ever.
Background/Personality:
Ma chere Mademoiselle, it is with deepest pride
and greatest pleasure... that we welcome you tonight.
And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair,
as the application proudly presents -
this section!
Be...Francais! Be Francais!
Put our service to the test!
Take my hand and hold on tight, cherie,
And I'll provide the rest
Ah, the Louvre!
Hot hors d'oeuvres!
Why, we only live to serve.
Try my wine list,
It's delicious,
Don't believe me? Ah, so vicious ♥
I can sing, I can dance
After all, Miss, I am France!
And a dinner here is never second best.
Go on, unfold your menu
Take a glance and then you'll
Be Francais,
Oui, Francais,
So Francais!
...But not really, since the history of France is considerably more rich, interesting, and vast than a song sung by a silly candlestick in a children's movie. However, there's no way to cram 1500+ years of history and condense it into something not completely academic, unless we use a vehicle as a guide-- and in this case, our intrepid physical manifestation of France, Francis Bonnefoy, will deliver. Hetalia is a series where history is represented through characters, after all.
Anyway.
It all started when France was just a little baby territory by the name of Gaul, or in Roman, Gallia. Originally under Celtic rule, Gallia was formerly established in 51 BC after Roman conquest and remained that way for roughly 500 years, absorbing much of Roman life and culture. Under the supervision of good ol' Grandpa Rome, Gallia picked himself up from a declining economy and made himself relatively comfortable, backed and protected by a strong empire... Until the Frankish tribes of Germania decided to take advantage of a faltering Rome during the 3rd century AD, that is. After increasing pressure and continuous invasions, Gallia was finally forced to submit to Frankish rule at around 486 AD. After a period of general unrest and territorial shifts, France was formally united as a Frankish kingdom a few decades (give or take a few, the records are vague) after the fall of Rome, adopting Christianity as his national religion and establishing Paris as his capital.
Now, France had himself a lot to look up to and to look forward to. Not only had he been under the influence of the great Grandpa Rome, a figure that had controlled a massive empire for a majority of his childhood years, France now had the legacy of the great Charlemagne on his shoulders. After the relative unification of the Frankish kingdom, Charlemagne went along and pretty much conquered a huge chunk of Europe, kicking Saxson ass and bringing Christianity along with him. This was pretty much little France's golden years-- from one powerful empire to the next, which possibly might explain his tendency to consider himself the most prestigious European power even centuries after the fall of Charlemagne in the late 9th century. Eventually, the Carolingian dynasty that Charlemagne had been a part of faltered, and the vast Frankish Empire was divided into more manageable chunks through the Treaty of Verdun (843, for all you date-seekers). France was content with affiliating himself with the Kingdom of the West Franks, which would eventually formally be declared the Kingdom of France.
Moving right along and skipping a few centuries of rulers like Charles the Bald, France allied himself with Scotland at around 1295 to combat England's aggressive expansion policies. It was a win-win situation, since neither of them liked England, and Scotland liked French wine. This was referred to as the Auld Alliance, which lasted a fairly long time (it was revoked in 1560 with the Treaty of Edinburgh), and made France and Scotland pretty good bros for a fair amount of centuries.
Now, a few decades after France formed the Auld Alliance with Scotland, he found himself neck-deep in a long war with England: from 1328 to 1453, France and England was locked in a bitter battle over succession issues, also known as 'The Hundred Years War'. Because England had this nifty contraption called a longbow and this great military strategy known as an actual organized army, France was getting his ass royally kicked for most of the first half of this war (a long time, if you think about it). But then along came beautiful, loyal, devoted Jeanne D'Arc, who rose up in 1429 and gave France the much-needed confidence that he needed to fight England anew. Enamored by her strength and selfless faith to God, France considered Jeanne the pride of his kingdom...
...until she was captured on May of 1430 and given over to England, who burned her at the stake the next year for heresy. Needless to say, this did nothing to ameliorate feelings of resentment that France had for England-- a feeling that would linger on for many centuries to come. It would be no secret that England would take the side of anyone that was fighting against France, and vice versa.
Now, fast forward a few decades to France's acquisition of Canada in the early 1500s, the establishment of the French language, and we're set for this century. Let's speed things up, shall we?
The next landmark in France's long career was Louis XIV, who headed many grand battles of conquest and also happened to be quite the lover of arts-- France's kind of monarch, really. While France entertained the notion of French dominance, yet again, and while it did seem that he was winning his battles (the Thirty Years war being one of them), this vision turned out yet again to be a big failure. God plays such cruel jokes on France, really and truly. It really didn't help that England went on to take Canada from him in the Seven Years' War (that bastard) in the early 18th century, so France decided to take a little bit of revenge on the stupid island country by helping America secede from England. Yes, France funded a revolution...which turned out perhaps not to be the greatest of choices, since this decision, fueled mostly through his massive hate for England, launched his already debt-swamped nation into EVEN MORE DEBT. Opulence has its prices, and CLEARLY, France didn't think this through very well. Passion really does get the better of him sometimes.
And then, of course, the French Revolution happened.
Let's. Not. Talk about that.
And then the reign of Napoleon Bonaparte happened! A bit too militaristic for France's tastes, perhaps, but Napoleon was pretty much France's last moments of glistening success-- the closest to taking control of Europe he'd ever get from now until...forever, probably. France was really on a roll, especially after all the craziness that followed the French Revolution, and then...
...Well, we won't talk about that, either.
What follows are the crazy shenanigans that happen in Axis Powers: Hetalia, which takes place during the World Wars and has a little to do with history and a whole lot more to do with historical silliness. Like France trying to marry England as a last-ditch attempt to pay back his debts, or his attempts at espionage by taking questionable pictures of Austria, or finding Germany at his restaurant, mashing his potatoes.
And by now, I think we're ready to proceed with France's personality!
France, along with his abundant affection, is also extremely vain bordering on narcissistic, arrogant bordering on annoying, and self-assured bordering on infuriating. Completely and utterly convinced of his sense of self-worth (which is, to some degree, earned through his seniority and his admittedly long and rich history), France's love for...well, love, doesn't stop at his love for others-- no, if anything, France loves himself first and foremost, and that predominating trait manifests itself in many aspects of his personality. While some of this inherent narcissism can be mildly justified, the flipside of it is that in order to retain his perfect opinion of himself, France often practices a little thing called denial.
Define little?
Well, clearly all of his losses after the death of his Sun King were a joke played on him by God! Losing Canada to England? Just a little bump in the road. French Revolution? A little tumultuous period, it happens to everyone. The fall of Napoleon Bonaparte? Just...an end of an era, nothing more! Because he totally wasn't on his way to conquering Europe, no way.
You get the point.
However, Frace's almost ridiculous preference to keep his failures swept under the rug is both a strength and weakness of his: a weakness for obvious reasons (having any of his unsuccessful conquests brought to the forefront usually launches him into a mini moral crisis), but a strength for other reasons, one of them being his long-bred tenacity. Being that he's navigated the choppy waters of European politics for so long, France has an expert sense of how to survive... or so he would say. He has a near-delusional optimism to him (this is a compliment, I swear), one that allows him to say 'if I'm in the worst possible situation right now, the only way to go now is up'. This is most definitely a byproduct of his infinite assurance of himself, but also a strength that he's cultivated throughout a very long period of seeing how many times he can screw up and yet still keep on pushing forward. And he manages to do so, every time. It's no secret that France, like many of the other nations, has his moments of bitterness and self-pain-- however, deeply personal events seem to be something France keeps to himself, under his easy smile and his self-proclaimed dandyness.
And speaking of dandyness, France does fancy himself to be the older brother figure to the other nations, referring to himself frequently as 'France-niichan', or 'Big Brother France'. He resents the implication that he's old, however, and prefers to be referred to as brother rather than the more obvious 'grandpa'.
Kids these days.
Additionally, France is a connoisseur of everything beautiful, including language, art, fine wine, cooking, and of course, people. He considers his own culture above and beyond the rest with respect to taste and aesthetics, without question, but that doesn't mean he won't appreciate everything and anything else he finds pleasing-- especially (yes, it needs reiterating) people. His abundant capabilities for affection are manifested here in the form of indiscriminate love and a whimsical ignorance of boundaries...
...which can just be translated flatly to: France is a huge pervert.
If you have a personal bubble, France will pop it (no innuendo intended). But you're a man, not a woman? France doesn't discriminate! After all, love knows no boundaries, and France enjoys making this clear.
Very clear.
Too clear.
But it's not lechery because it's love! It's romance. And after all, what's life without a little love to go with it? (Barring the fact that, yes, France's overwhelming love for himself makes his romantic pursuits somewhat selfish as well.)
France, with all of his moments of tactlessness and underhanded methods to get what he wants-- it's states that his 'ultimate power' is to go and reap the benefits of a fight from the sidelines-- is also, as previously stated, passionate about what he loves and loyal to his nation and his people. He's not completely above making decisions and being diplomatic for the sake of his own needs and whims (all of which usually end in disaster), but whenever he's not being shameless, France very much has the capability to be charming, appropriately affectionate, and, yes, kind of like a big brother. His rivalry with England, for example, is a well-established and mutual animosity-- however, it's mentioned several times that they do have a grudging respect for one another. As flawed as his narcissism may make him out to be, it's not a lie that France does, in fact, have a big heart.
And besides! If anyone can cope with the destruction of his planet and have his long-honed survival methods (aka denial) kick in, it's France. He will do it in the most graceful of ways, and with impeccable style. ♥
Have you read up on how the game works?: Yes! Guide plugin is FlamingFerret, and you get the credits from working missions, stealing, or mooching like a true man.
1st person sample:
[When the feed turns on, it takes a moment to adjust to the blond-haired man staring rather inquisitively into the camera, an index finger tapping gently at his lips. He doesn't look all so pleased, either, if the little furrow between his brows is any indication of his mood.
Blue eyes survey the feed, before he breaks into a smile, relaxed. A nation as old as he is knows survival tactics, after all!]
Ah, this again? Separated from familiar faces, stranded in unknown territories, left to fend for oneself... A familiar story, if I've ever heard one.
[Dramatic pause for effect, and France runs one hand through his hair (the sparkles are used liberally with this one) in a show of bravado.]
But there should be nothing to fear! Another trial for the great republique, though it would be nice if a friendly face were to present itself. Non? I--
[A wink, but France is interrupted by a hand that comes from off-camera to hand him something. France blinks, holds up the object which turns out to be a towel, covered in...]
...Frogs. Ha! Very funny, if this was your idea, Angleterre--
[Cue a little angry thrust of the towel at the feed, and France accidentally shuts it off. Whoops.]
3rd person sample:
France had taken many things in stride, over the course of the past few hours. Finding himself in an alien (no pun intended) place, being handed a hideous towel accompanied by a rather cheerful voice telling him over blaring loudspeakers ‘not to panic’, being informed that his world, his lovely citizens of France were no more… Ludicrous claims, really, all of which France had taken with a grain of salt. Or, in other words, France had been furiously paddling up a familiar river called denial, with little else equipped but his centuries of experience in handling dire situations.
But this.
This was too much.
Staring at a plateful of grey matter that looked suspiciously like some sort of alien organs, France lifted his gaze first to his server, then back to the contents of his plate, then back at the extraterrestrial, fending off an urge to abandon this mission altogether, to run as far and fast as he can away from this sinking feeling in his stomach.
“Uh… excusez-moi, but what exactly…is this…?”
“Food.”
“Ah, no…I was wondering what this is…”
“Food.”
With a grunt, the alien ladled up another portion of the unidentifiable sludge, plopping another mess of grey right next to the preexisting mound, splattering some of the slop onto France’s shirt. With a horrified little gasp, France dropped the plate, his expression blanching as he realized that he had now gotten the contents of his plate all over his impeccable boots.
-Oh good God, why must you always play such horrible jokes on me-
And with an entirely undignified look of despair, France bolted away from the staring alien, ready to fall into another bout of existential crisis stemming from unfamiliar surroundings and disgusting food.
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