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[legrandfrere]

Who: France and anybody unfortunate to find him.
Where: Espoir, around the fountain.
Style: Starting with first person, but will follow whatever style you tag back with.
Status: Open!

[ He didn't know where he was, how he came to be here, what the strange device he found did, or anything. One thing for certain, however, was the fact that it was beyond

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[Video] 1/?

[chokowaffle]

[Belgium was just doing some cleaning when she thought she heard someone familiar. She stopped for a moment, and then decided that she was just hearing things. When she heard him again, she stopped again to look at her Dreamberry. She just found herself staring at the Dreamberry.]

[Video] 2/?

[chokowaffle]

[Was that... Holy crap! It was France! He was back. She didn't think that was a bad thing but uh.... It was a little awkward.]

[Video] 3/?

[chokowaffle]

[When he mentioned something about this being an English joke, she couldn't help but somewhat chuckle. And then she realized... Why... was he only wearing a house robe?]

[Video → Action] 4/5

[chokowaffle]

[She figured she'd better help him... Rather than to stare vacantly in the Dreamberry, she figured he would like somewhere warm. She knew how England and France fought, but England was at work. Maybe she could get by with bringing him back there? She put her coat on and locked the door behind her as she went to get him.]

[turnmytable]

[Poland is actually pretty happy to see France and so he runs to him.] Hey! This is totally not an English joke, though it's a pretty sucky joke.

1/2.

[legrandfrere]

Pologne! [ ..... UNSURE. How did you get here coincidentally during his praying? ]

This is an absolute outrage! I am angered! This is not my beautiful home, and it is cold! Look, I am shivering!
Aaah, mon ami, surely you know what is going on here, certainly.

[ wait. no. No. He waves his hand about, making a face. This is Poland we're talking about here. ]

2/2.

[legrandfrere]

--Certainly you are just as confused as I am, if not even more so!

[turnmytable]

Yeah, dude, this place is so totally confusing. It's like we're dreaming? But this is some dream world and I don't even know. [He's horrible at explaining this.] This place isn't even Poland. Or near it. Actually I don't think it's near Europe? Or even America...

But you look seriously cold. The snow sucks, right?

[harmonicmelodia]

[Frederic had been taking a walk and buying some groceries for the mansion when he hears France. The composer pauses for a second before walking over to the other man in dire need of help.]

Sir, may I be of some assistance to you?

[legrandfrere]

[ He doesn't recognise you, no. The Chopin he is familiar with certainly didn't have blue hair.
Nevertheless, he rushes over, if not a bit melodramatically. ]

Monseiur, I think I have been kidnapped! You see, ah, I do not belong here! Oui, c'est vrai! This isn't Paris; I do not recall coming here.

If you could show me to the nearest train station or airport, oui, d'accord, c'est bon! It would be much appreciated!

[harmonicmelodia]

[Frederic sounds a bit confused when he listens to France speak. Well he was glad to know someone else from his second home was here, though he does indeed listen and answer him.]

Sir, this is a world of dreams we are in named Somarium. That is why you're no longer at home or in Paris at all, we've been brought here by the gods of this world for some unknown reason. Though if I may ask one question, what is an airport?

1/2.

[legrandfrere]

A world of dreams..
the gods...

[ He's a bit confused. Well, a lot confused. Have him slowly processing information here. ]

[pointofserenity]

[Charles pulls his jacket off and bundles it up with the intention of giving it to France to help to keep him warm.]

Excuse me sir!

[He curses under his breath quietly and tries to remember his French, he's incredibly rusty. So his next words are halting as he searches for the correct translation.]

This isn't a joke. Just please calm yourself and put this on, it'll help keep you warm at least.

[ooc: If you don't mind, could you quickly fill this out for me?]

[legrandfrere]

[ ooc; 8) done!

The.. obviously rusty French gets his attention, and France visibly grimaces. He was sort of particular with who and what spoke his language, but in the long run, he preferred to speak in it than English... unless the other speaker was just intolerable. He'll say nothing for now, but don't mind him if he fusses about it later.

Before Charles can even hand over his jacket, France is reaching over and taking it from him since he knows it is for him, and bundles up in it. ]

Aaah, thank you, sir! It is cold; too cold! I must be in some place in Russia, it is so cold!

[ He hugs the jacket around him even more, shuddering, then pins his brows together. ]

I do not like this, or where I am, and I would like to go home, eughh, as soon as possible, please! Now, if you could just locate me to the nearest airport, that would be wonderful!

[pointofserenity]

[ooc: Thank you!]

[He initially blinks blankly when jacket is taken off him just like that. But he's spent enough time in high society to be able to recover quickly and smoothly.

Charles does put in the initial effort of trying to understand France, but he quickly gives up and uses a trick he'd learnt early on. A quick touch of his fingers to his temple and then he knew exactly what France was saying. His French also clearly improved since he was borrowing France's knowledge although he's pronunciation still isn't perfect.]

I'm afraid that just isn't possible even if there was an airport here.

[legrandfrere]

[ France cannot really tell a difference in his performance; he just heaves a sigh. ]

No, no. Euuughhh. You don't understand. I need to get back to Paris as soon as possible! I have a European Union to attend to; a life back there! Surely there is a way of transport out of here, yeah?

[invisibleeffect]

[There was no way at all to mistake that frantic talking or rambling. Walking over quickly, he couldn't help but look so happy. Sure. It was nice that there were already people from back home around but there was nothing ever quite like having France around (and one couldn't help but mean that in both a good and bad way, seeing who one was talking about). Even so, it was as if Christmas had come early.]

Papa! [Along with his excitable tone, came a wave that matched it.]

1/2.

[legrandfrere]

[ That voice. He knows that voice! How could he not know that voice? It makes his heart skip a beat for a moment before he stands to his feet.
He isn't sure how to react at first, expression blank... ]

2/2.

[legrandfrere]

[ and then he RUNS OVER AND HUGS. Yes, Papa is grabbing your hands there and kissing the air on either sides of your cheeks. ]

Mon Canada! Aah, ah, I have never been so happy to see you, mon petit chou!

[ He backs up a bit so he an make eye contact with Canada, absolutely beaming. True enough, he sort of had some poor parenting skills with you in the past BUT... given the circumstances, he is so happy to see you. ]

Perhaps you can shed some light on Papa, ouais? You can start with telling me where I am at and how did I get here, s'il tu plaît--!

[invisibleeffect]

[There was so much hugging. Hopefully France'll forgive him if he doesn't let go right away. Okay. There. That was better.] I'm happy to see you as well.

[Pausing a bit, he offered a sort of embarrassed smile.] We're in Somarium. It's... a bit hard to explain as it's not really anywhere that we know. It's, ah, a dream world, so to say. If America was here, he'd be claiming alien abductions... which is sort of the best way to describe it. We're all here by accident, though, as the world drew us in.

[So... he sounded completely nuts. But he really did promise he was telling the truth and not following a family tradition of living in fairy tales.]