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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

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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?"

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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.