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[silencetoreason]

[The feed blinks on to a close-up of blond hair. The mic just barely picks up the sound of someone muttering in a thick French accent.]

How do I get this stupid thing to-- Augh, I hate these-- [The shot of hair is replaced by one blue eye, which quickly blinks in surprise.] Aah!

[France moves back until he's in the frame properly, and, contrary to how he just sounded, he looks vibrant. Sparkling eyes, pink cheeks, bouncy hair; it seems he's finally getting over his stint on his dead world (as much as a nation can get over something like that, anyway). What's more, there's a small white bird fluttering around his head, chirping noisily.

France greets the viewers with a flourish.]

Bonjour, mes amis! How are you feeling? Well, I hope! The chill of fall is setting in, and big brother France wishes to keep you all warm, ohonhon~

[He hugs himself and sways side-to-side in his seat, filled to the brim with energy. His bird seems just as cheerful as France does, its high-pitched chirps overlapping with his (very stereotypically French) laughter. After a moment of that, they both seem to tire themselves out, and France lets out a long sigh and purses his lips. The bird lands on his shoulder.]

Though I am afraid that is not why I am fiddling with this ghastly computer, friends. You see, these clothes of mine have gotten terribly dingy. I know how to make my own, of course, but... [He looks off to the side and shudders, like he's remembering some frightening memory.] The floor with all the sewing supplies does not have a very, euhh, shall we say, hospitable air to it..

[He smiles again and claps his hands together, bright and eager. The bird flutters in surprise.]

So! If any of you are bored, or longing for companionship while the weather grows oh-so-cold, I would love to have some company while I work. You see, my poor Pierre refuses to go back to that floor with me. Isn't that right, Pierre?

[He nuzzles the bird and tickles under its beak with the tip of his finger, and it chirps in affirmation. France gives a solemn nod and turns back to the computer.]

I would even be willing to make some clothing for you to show my gratitude. The quality of the fabric in this place leaves much to be desired, but rest assured, once I am finished, you will look like you have just stepped off of a runway in Paris!

[He leans forward and flashes the camera a softer, flirtier smile.]

Well then, how about it~? Any takers?

[action]

[For those who've decided to take France up on his offer (or for anyone who happens to be heading to the floor regardless), he's on floor 51, sketching designs into a book or fiddling with fabric. He glances over his shoulder often, paying special attention to the mannequins scattered all around. Friend or stranger, he greets whoever happens to be walking by. His bird is nowhere to be seen.]

Hello! Comment allez-vous?

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[silencetoreason]

[Oh, he recognizes this cutie. France puffs out his chest, and Pierre chirps on his shoulder.]

Oui! I had many birds back home, in fact. I have only just now gotten my dear Pierre back.

[It dawns on him a moment afterward that she's the one with the huge bird wings. He feels like this should be awkward, but he's nothing if not the king of playing things off.]

What can I say? Cats and dogs, I have never liked them quite as much as my beautiful feathered friends.

[That's flattering, right? He sure hopes so. He's never actually hit on anyone who was half-eagle before.]

[ladyliberty]

[Very smooth. She grins. She sees what you're trying to do there.]

Pierre's his name? That's cute. I've never had one. I'd like to though! Does he talk?

[silencetoreason]

Well... [France cocks his head to the side and smiles.] I suppose you could say that he does, in a way.

[As if to demonstrate, Pierre lets out a chorus of chirps, little "cho-cho-cho" sounds that rise in pitch whenever he looks particularly excited. He bounces around on France's shoulder, then fluffs out his feathers like he's trying to show them off.

France gives a fond little laugh.]

Oh my, he does so love attention. [He nuzzles Pierre again.] Don't you, mon chou?

[He and the bird are alike in that way.]

[ladyliberty]

He's sooooo cute. Can I come up and see him? I coul help you with computers.

[silencetoreason]

But of course! The two of us would never mind such beautiful company.

[France smiles at her. Oh, he is not even trying to be subtle now.]

[ladyliberty]

[Subtlety? What is that. She smiles back at him flirtatiously.]

Sounds great! What floor are you on?

[silencetoreason]

I am on the third dormitory floor, my dear. [Encouraged by her smile, he gives her a wink.] I'll see you soon~

[action]

[ladyliberty]

[Amelia eventually makes her way up to the dormitories, skipping down to the third floor and setting out to look for the handsome gentleman and his bird. She's hard to miss.]

[silencetoreason]

[France is ready and waiting, and when he catches sight of Amelia, he opens his arms. Pierre flutters excitedly on his shoulder.]

Ah, bonjour! You look even more radiant in person.

[Once she gets close enough, he'll attempt to place his hands on her shoulders and kiss her cheeks in greeting.]

[ladyliberty]

Ooh la la~ [Amelia brings her hand to her mouth in feigned coyness, but she is actually blushing a bit.] It's nice to see you too.

[silencetoreason]

[France winks.]

I'm glad to hear it. I know I can be quite an overwhelming sight, so... [He pulls the network terminal's chair out with a flourish.] ...if you need to take a seat, feel free, ma belle.

[ladyliberty]

[Never mind that. Amelia leans in and scritches Pierre under his chin.] Who's a cute birdy? Yes you are! Hi cute birdy.

[... Sorry France, you're not the priority.]