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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]

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."