Francis was very happy too be back in Paris, very happy indeed. The air, the people, everything was perfect... He smiled at the Eifle tower before he turned a corner blocking most of it from sight. But what he liked maybe most about his homeland was that he could dress as glamorous as he wanted and he didn't stand out!
Russia on the other hand stood out easily...and drew a lot of attention. But he planned too change that as he entered the main clothing district. He grinned and grabbed the Russians hand pulling him towards the shops and looked around wondering where too go first.
He was wearing This With his blond hair tied back
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"??" He felt the other grip his hand, standing up straight as the other than started to almost drag him, the other pulling back half-heartedly before stumbling back into place behind the Frenchman. Francis was adamant they were going to enter this shop, whatever he did, so he just resigned himself to his fate for now.
It looked like a mens shop whatever it was, and that was beating a dress any day.
He looked around once they were inside, stepping over to the clothes hanging from the metal arm protruding, looking through them with little interest- he'd never been one for fashion, except in militia, and that was over once he looked more flashy'celebrated' than the other countries, which wasn't all that hard.
He gave the other a quick look before looking back to the jackets that were on display.
Francis looked around the area before picking three coats. this, this, And this. He then picked out three shirts that would go with them or Ivan could wear alone. As he looked he decided on this, this, And this, the first catching his interest because of the words...
He spoke too the man at the counter and got a dressing room for Ivan placing the clothes inside before fetching the Russian. "Come along, I want you to try some things on..." He said with a grin before turning back too the dressing room.
He looked confused, his head darting between Francis and the dressing room where he was being lead to as quickly as possible. Wait, they were here to get him clothes?
Oh boy... He could feel his soul draining away at the thought of it.
He was pushed into the changing room, taking a moment to look at the pile before starting to loosen the straps on his coat- thankful there seemed to be little but jackets and shirts, so he he decided to give it a go- after all the Frenchman had been left solo for almost an entire day when they had been in Moscow.
He took off his shirt once he was free of his long coat, the bright embroidery and panelling of it completely throwing off the plain jacket that continuously covered it as he folded it and placed it on top- Francis had never seen his underclothes, even though they had been sharing a bedroom in his home. Well... Unless that was what Francis had spent his time doing that day he was left to his own devices, but he doubted that
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Russia on the other hand stood out easily...and drew a lot of attention. But he planned too change that as he entered the main clothing district. He grinned and grabbed the Russians hand pulling him towards the shops and looked around wondering where too go first.
He was wearing This With his blond hair tied back ( ... )
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It looked like a mens shop whatever it was, and that was beating a dress any day.
He looked around once they were inside, stepping over to the clothes hanging from the metal arm protruding, looking through them with little interest- he'd never been one for fashion, except in militia, and that was over once he looked more flashy'celebrated' than the other countries, which wasn't all that hard.
He gave the other a quick look before looking back to the jackets that were on display.
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this, this, And this. He then picked out three shirts that would go with them or Ivan could wear alone. As he looked he decided on this, this, And this, the first catching his interest because of the words...
He spoke too the man at the counter and got a dressing room for Ivan placing the clothes inside before fetching the Russian. "Come along, I want you to try some things on..." He said with a grin before turning back too the dressing room.
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Oh boy... He could feel his soul draining away at the thought of it.
He was pushed into the changing room, taking a moment to look at the pile before starting to loosen the straps on his coat- thankful there seemed to be little but jackets and shirts, so he he decided to give it a go- after all the Frenchman had been left solo for almost an entire day when they had been in Moscow.
He took off his shirt once he was free of his long coat, the bright embroidery and panelling of it completely throwing off the plain jacket that continuously covered it as he folded it and placed it on top- Francis had never seen his underclothes, even though they had been sharing a bedroom in his home. Well... Unless that was what Francis had spent his time doing that day he was left to his own devices, but he doubted that ( ... )
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