http://aphanon-meme.livejournal.com/68805.html?thread=675715781le_coq_gauloisApril 18 2011, 06:01:56 UTC
I'd be happy to, though it is good to get both sides of the story, you know. [Doesn't deign to answer what he means by 'horrid', conveiently ignoring that matter.]
Ah, but that's because you have no allowed yourself the chance to experience them. [Shrugs. It's not his concern, but he's happy to make you curious.]
Fine. [As far as he is concerned, there's no reason to be troubled by all that; it did come to blows, but then again, Netherlands was asking for it, and Norway does not doubt that he would admit to it.]
[He raises an eyebrow at that remark, though. He suspects it's just France trying to mess with him, but... still.]
Won't deny he ain't so bad for conversation, sometimes. When he tries. But that probably isn't what you mean, isn't that right.
[Damn, and here he was hope for an explanation. Oh well.]
[You're a bright one, aren't you? Even gives him that little patronizing look, just a little, to top it all off.] Non, it's not. [Smiles.] Though I'm sure you wouldn't want to find out what I'm referencing, would you? He's not in your tastes, I completely understand~
Of course, of course, but I certainly would like to know. [Leans a little closer into the table, elbow on the table, holding his own chin.] You really mustn't close yourself off so easily to others as you seem apt to do, you know. How will you ever experience anything new in this life?
[Finds himself wanting to lean back again as France 'advances', but resists it. With a table between them, it isn't so bad.]
Might not be as open as yourself, but 'm open much as it suits me. ...Don't think it's so bad that someone needs t'put in effort afore I get interested, either.
[Oh, so that's all it takes. France can do effort. he can do it very well, actually.]
You're right, after all. I always knew you were a respectable man. [Claps hands together in absolution, as if he had just concluded something wonderful.] Though somehow I don't think Denmark put forth a lot of effort. [Chuckles to himself, because WHAT A GUY, but he ain't too bright.]
[Well, perhaps it takes a little bit more than just "effort". But it's a good place to start.]
'S that what they're callin' it now. Hmm. [Said in a way making it clear he doesn't expect an answer... and even though he knows the word is a bit empty coming from France, he still does like hearing it. Respectable. Has a nice sound to it.]
Denmark... well. [Norway begins, pauses for a moment. It's hard to defend him... but.]
It's different with him, that one. [He feels his cheeks heating again as he says it, and looks away. He can't talk about this. Not easily.]
Dumb as a box of rocks, but he does try. In his own way.
Mmm. [Nah, that's not what they're calling it these days, but he knew that would get through to you, if only a little.]
[He listens all content-like, sitting back once more since they seem to be playing this little game of tug and pull from across the table, or so Francis imagines it.]
Different? Perhaps he is just a charmer, non? [Not unlike himself, he's trying to say.] I would be wooed by him too if his intelligence wasn't so unfortunate. [Oh, burn.]
If he's so dense, why would you even waste your time on him? Or is it looks you're going for, hrm? Never knew you to be so shallow~ [Says it playfully, because hey, pot calling kettle black.]
[What eez dis?]
My kind? I wasn't aware there were even different kinds! Kindly indulge me, for I've simply never heard of differing definitions.
[France got him, and Norway knows it. He fights back the embarrassment and decides: Fine. Since he's already clearly stepped in it, might as well square his shoulders and march onward, so to speak
( ... )
[Admires that he doesn't back away. He's so used to everyone scurrying off after they're pinned like this.]
One mustn't always go on reputation, you know.
[THAT DENMARK, WHAT A GUY. Ahem. Francis is pouring more coffee for himself, stirring it idly even if he didn't add any cream or sugar. Just listens, seeming content and not letting his expression betray him.]
I see. Well, I assure you it's not a spell. Quite genuine, in fact. [Don't mind Denmark, look at him, goddammit. He's far more attractive than him...even if he's got that gruff charm to him...hrm...]
[Well, if one is pinned with no hope of escape -- better to go on into it. Retreating now would be cowardly, or so his stubborn self reasons. Regardless... Norway doesn't realize that much of what he said could be boiled down to "What a guy, that Denmark".]
[He had been surprised at the uninterrupted listening - and appreciative of it. Considering the company he keeps, it's something that happens far less often than he would like. ]
Is that right.
[He raises an eyebrow. Tilts his head. Gives him a good hard Look. It's meant in jest, this time, but who knows if one can tell.]
Find that hard to believe. Think I've been around enough t'know when somethin's put on. Dazzlin' charm like that can't be nothin' but right magic.
[Norway says it flatly, evenly, much as he'd say anything else. It's a test, just a small one, to see if he can catch that Norway is joking.]
[Nods, even if it wasn't a question, but gives pause when he's given that looks, trying to seem cool and calm under it. Y u no give good, readable expressions for him to exploit?]
...maybe it is magic. [Shrugs, setting down his cup.] One never knows until they experience it. [Booyah, right back at'cha. If Norway's gonna play like this, Francis will play right back.]
[If Norway was easily-readable, he wouldn't be Norway.]
I see.
[He can see only one way for this to end. He should've known. ... Well. At least the result will be not unpleasant, he reasons. So:]
'S right. 'N I ain't inclined t'let what might be magic pass by without investigatin'. These things need a good look-over, understand. Need t'see for my own self what's what.
Ah, but that's because you have no allowed yourself the chance to experience them. [Shrugs. It's not his concern, but he's happy to make you curious.]
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[He raises an eyebrow at that remark, though. He suspects it's just France trying to mess with him, but... still.]
Won't deny he ain't so bad for conversation, sometimes. When he tries. But that probably isn't what you mean, isn't that right.
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[You're a bright one, aren't you? Even gives him that little patronizing look, just a little, to top it all off.] Non, it's not. [Smiles.] Though I'm sure you wouldn't want to find out what I'm referencing, would you? He's not in your tastes, I completely understand~
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Aye, he isn't. Can't see what you'd know about my tastes, though. Considerin' you're in no position to know it.
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Of course, of course, but I certainly would like to know. [Leans a little closer into the table, elbow on the table, holding his own chin.] You really mustn't close yourself off so easily to others as you seem apt to do, you know. How will you ever experience anything new in this life?
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[Finds himself wanting to lean back again as France 'advances', but resists it. With a table between them, it isn't so bad.]
Might not be as open as yourself, but 'm open much as it suits me. ...Don't think it's so bad that someone needs t'put in effort afore I get interested, either.
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You're right, after all. I always knew you were a respectable man. [Claps hands together in absolution, as if he had just concluded something wonderful.] Though somehow I don't think Denmark put forth a lot of effort. [Chuckles to himself, because WHAT A GUY, but he ain't too bright.]
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'S that what they're callin' it now. Hmm. [Said in a way making it clear he doesn't expect an answer... and even though he knows the word is a bit empty coming from France, he still does like hearing it. Respectable. Has a nice sound to it.]
Denmark... well. [Norway begins, pauses for a moment. It's hard to defend him... but.]
It's different with him, that one. [He feels his cheeks heating again as he says it, and looks away. He can't talk about this. Not easily.]
Dumb as a box of rocks, but he does try. In his own way.
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[He listens all content-like, sitting back once more since they seem to be playing this little game of tug and pull from across the table, or so Francis imagines it.]
Different? Perhaps he is just a charmer, non? [Not unlike himself, he's trying to say.] I would be wooed by him too if his intelligence wasn't so unfortunate. [Oh, burn.]
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Charm, though - he has some've that. [Glances at France] Not your kind, mind.
[It's only after saying it that Norway realizes he just essentially admitted to thinking France has any sort of charm.]
[Well. Shit.]
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[What eez dis?]
My kind? I wasn't aware there were even different kinds! Kindly indulge me, for I've simply never heard of differing definitions.
[He's got you.]
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One mustn't always go on reputation, you know.
[THAT DENMARK, WHAT A GUY. Ahem. Francis is pouring more coffee for himself, stirring it idly even if he didn't add any cream or sugar. Just listens, seeming content and not letting his expression betray him.]
I see. Well, I assure you it's not a spell. Quite genuine, in fact. [Don't mind Denmark, look at him, goddammit. He's far more attractive than him...even if he's got that gruff charm to him...hrm...]
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[He had been surprised at the uninterrupted listening - and appreciative of it. Considering the company he keeps, it's something that happens far less often than he would like. ]
Is that right.
[He raises an eyebrow. Tilts his head. Gives him a good hard Look. It's meant in jest, this time, but who knows if one can tell.]
Find that hard to believe. Think I've been around enough t'know when somethin's put on. Dazzlin' charm like that can't be nothin' but right magic.
[Norway says it flatly, evenly, much as he'd say anything else. It's a test, just a small one, to see if he can catch that Norway is joking.]
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...maybe it is magic. [Shrugs, setting down his cup.] One never knows until they experience it. [Booyah, right back at'cha. If Norway's gonna play like this, Francis will play right back.]
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I see.
[He can see only one way for this to end. He should've known. ... Well. At least the result will be not unpleasant, he reasons. So:]
'S right. 'N I ain't inclined t'let what might be magic pass by without investigatin'. These things need a good look-over, understand. Need t'see for my own self what's what.
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