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[creme-master.livejournal.com]

[He seems a bit distracted as he settles down, seemingly confused. Then, with a startled sound he begins to mess with his hair. A series of muttered curses in French color his preening as he tries to plaster down stray hairs that do not exist, staring rather blankly after putting his hands down as if observing something. Hushed:] I look like a recluse! Mon dieu!

[Leans forward, more determined than ever. He goes from trying to plaster them down to brushing them down for more volume, letting that prized hair cascade like a boss. He finally leans back ten minutes later, seemingly quite pleased. Yes. You guessed correctly; he used the camera as an impromptu mirror, not quite understanding that it was broadcasting. Of course he's not quick to leave. He did just spend around 15 minutes fussing over his hair and getting up too quickly would 'disturb' it.]

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[creme-master.livejournal.com]

"Prusse, your taste in drapes is dismal at best. They had to be put out of their misery. Hell, I had to put them out of their misery to end my misery. Every time I gazed upon their depressing facade, the faded fleurs, I felt a pang of regret run deeply through me."

Or it could have been indigestion. Shrugging, he followed suit, sitting better on the bed with a low sigh. Long fingers waved to urge that large bottle back to him, expression somewhat teasing.

"Noble? Is that what it is now?" Not that Prussia was ugly, no. He was a handsome man even. Winking, he wasn't incredibly quick to add "Your nose has more character now, personally."

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"Hey I didn't choose them, they were a gift from some noble woman because it wasn't done for men to choose furnishings at the time and I just couldn't be bothered to change them." He passed back the alcohol, running his fingers over his nose again and knowing it was a distinguishing feature on his face.

"Yes noble, but that at the time might've just been because I washed more than everyone else. I really hated the eighteenth century for that reason." he shook his head and drummed his fingers on the top of his knee with a devious crooked smile crossing his face.

"Giving me compliments now Francis? Haven't heard those from you in a while."

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

"Oh yes, blame the nobility on those atrocious drapes. Prusse, you should be ashamed." A clipped laugh punctuated his accusation, ducking his head to look down at the bottle thoughtfully. France had gone through the same in all honesty, though.

He crinkled his nose and took a stubborn swig. It was his way of not wanting to discuss the 18th century in any way because no. Turning his head away from watching the man he let his head rest against the wall with a dull thwack, sniffing.

"Someone has to give your ego a nice stroke from time to time. I am a good friend, after all. I wouldn't want to see you wither."

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

At France's reaction he pointedly ignored that entire century as an area of conversation. But couldn't help the lewd grin that crossed his face. "Oh, I love having things stroked, you are a good friend Francis I doubt anyone would deny that you are." he chuckled and held his hand out for the bottle.

"Come on man, pass it over if you aren't taking a swig."

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

Out of spite he took another swig, holding the bottle back. He could feel the back of his neck heating pleasantly as the alcohol warmed him - though his high tolerance kept him from breaking down into a fit of guffaws. Give it time, Gilbert--you'll have him smirking and sprawling out and being very unaware of personal space whether it be bodily or possessions. That is, he's either molesting you or the trunk at the end of the bed.

"Prusse - are you sure that is your answer? Am I really good." Stretching, he gave the damned albino a look. "I mean-I know I am a wonderful man and such!"

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"You are when you're not harassing me about my drapes" the albino laughed and took the bottle from him and took a swig, then giving France a grin.

"I think my anwser is solid." he gave France a grin and flopped back on his bed, careful not to spill the drink in his hand. "Christ on a cracker, this place is fucking boring." he grumbled and kicked his legs over Francis' lap looking like the dishevelled rogue he was.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

"Christ on a cracker? That's new." Francis rolled his eyes and got comfortable under Prusse's legs he'd so generously offered. He demanded the bottle with a nod toward it. "Be glad that it is boring and you still have your head on those scrawny shoulders."

Disheveled rogue his ass. A swallow and he grinned. "As if worrying over our homes isn't bad enough, ami."

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"Have to do something to keep myself entertained."Prussia grinned and passed the bottle back to France. He had a nice buzz starting, settling back against the wall and looking at his friend.

"Yea, I'm not going to be a downer but you're all way more concerned than I'll ever be." he pointed out and was half tempted to light another cigarette but refrained and after a moment sat up to play with Francis' hair. Combing his fingers through it and making sure he didn't make it fluffy as he knew his friend hated.

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

Francis gave him a wry sort of snort, taking a deep breath that was followed by an even deeper swallow. Maybe he was feeling a buzz. Maybe his muscles were simply relaxing. Finally.

Not wanting to slip into morbidity - it was damned easy - he opted to joke. "Quoi? Prusse, certainly you care about remaining one with your head?" It probably sounded weak even to the buzzed man beside him, but it was better than nothing. "You truly are a man without cares."

Still, he's quick to abandon words with Prussia's fingers in his hair, closing his eyes. "Must be nice." He may be leaning to the side in favor of the albino but he's not consciously aware of it quite yet.

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"Naw I have cares, still need to make sure West keeps himself level and not going to any extremes like he seems to try to do." Prussia shrugged and shifted more toward France to play with the soft waves of gold.

He stopped momentarily to have another drink before resuming petting his friend and letting himself relax for a while.

"It's... unsettling knowing you can do whatever you want and it won't impact anything."

[creme-master.livejournal.com]

Francis wasn't a fan of 'West's' extremes and their relationship was still strained to this day depending on the season. It had been alright though. Germany had been the perfect vision of efficiency to the point of repression. Not that he'd been anything else but repressed through his life.

Subtly, Francis leaned a little more until he was practically cuddled up against the Prussian's side, crooning at the continued petting. "You are a good older brother, Prusse. I am sure he will listen to you."

Taking a drink he sighed. Mm, alcohol. The harsh quality of it didn't even bother him now. Looking up through his lashes, he smiled; joking "Some would say that about me before we were kidnapped, mon ami. I do agree though--we are sitting ducks at the whims of our 'saviors'."

[eastern-awsum.livejournal.com]

"Yea, he hasn't listened to me in well over a century, I'm just history now." he knew France would never forgive his younger brother, hell he was amazed that France even forgave him for the shit that went down between Napoleon and the world wars. But it was true that friendships did last longer than some other things that had transpired.

Lacing his fingers through Francis' hair he rested his face against his friend's hair.

"Fuck them, all of them. They can suck my dick for calling themselves 'saviors' they're nothing more than a bunch of psychos playing madhouse."