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[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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Last time you tried that I won, yet again. [He smirks] It looks fine, Frenchie, you want me to add a handflap to that while I'm at it?

Honestly, you have no tact whatsoever! [busy pouting]

You'd be good at that, wouldn't you?

Who needs tact when I'm just that awesome? And you would know, you're the master at that.

[armcross] Prusse, I miss the days when we drank around each other.

I mean, you used your mouth for better things than jokes at my expense, n'est-ce pas?

Hey we can still drink together, I have some jager in my trunk.

But jokes are fun, even if Liz thinks your hair is enough to drop panties and start orgies.

My mouths good for all kinds of things, I'm sure you were there at Octoberfest this year.

She has the right idea, my friend. I always thought she was a smart girl.

Unlike your roguish self. [He smiles though; it's a joke. A JOKE. GIVE ME YOUR JAGER YOU LOVELY MAN YOU.]

I was thinking something a bit more entertaining than sticking a funnel down your throat to have beer poured 'Properly'. Honestly, Prusse. You acted like a rowdy university student. One of America's rowdy university students, no less!

You love my roguish self, and if you keep that up I'll keep my bottles of jager to myself.

Hey, that happened ONCE and I was already smashed, you're going to hold that against me forever because I puked in your urn aren't you?

[Woeful] So what if I do? Dieu... [Gives his friend a tragic sort of sigh, smiling a bit at the end] ...Yes, I am. There was a perfectly contemporary rug on the floor that wasn't worth nearly as much.

I wasn't even fond of it. Gift, you know.

Well, you shouldn't have put your urn beside the rug. Didn't one of your colonies give you that rug? Or someone else? Either way, it wasn't good enough to puke on.

So good, now that you agree that you love my awesome self I'll let you have some jager. Just be glad I didn't puke on your drapes.

Good enough to puke on? Prusse, what are you standards of worthiness when it comes to projectile vomiting? [dry snort; his friends... Why, again?] Ah, ah, ah. Those drapes were lovely. I would have plucked you like a spring chicken if you'd ruined those!

[Still, he appears in better spirits now] Like the good old days, non?

Apparently your urn was good enough. Just be glad I wasn't drinking grape juice or your drapes would've been toast.

Of course it'll be like the good old days. But you're keeping your hands to yourself, Frankreich.

...You take away all of my fun, Prusse. [huff]

Mmmm, I remember the last time I let those wandering hands near me. Still, if we're drinking I will hit you for the groping.

[Gets a far-away look in his eyes. Why yes, he is recalling that as well. Mmm indeed.] ... [lewd grin] And if you are not drinking?~

.... If you're thinking what I think you are, I might puke in your trunk just because I can. Get the look off your face you old perv.

You do that and I will STRANGLE you, Prusse.

...Though last time you seemed to like it, so... [nonplussed]

I'd like to see you try, I doubt you'd get very far in the strangling before you'd grope me anyway.

... Stop going on about that, we gonna go drinking or are you going to sit there and tell me I'm hot and you want to screw me all day?

[smirks like the bastard he is] Are you inviting me back to your room, Prusse? I feel like a young boy all over again. Do stop; I may blush, non?

[Still, he nods.] I might as well scale a wall with all these stairs I must climb. You should come get me and carry me on those manly shoulders of yours~ [In other words, he's enacting the buddy system. Come hither, bby.]

The day you blush is the day the world implodes. But sure, come back to my room, hell you can meet stoner kid and the troll guy.

[He gives his own wicked smirk to France] SO you finally admit I'm more manly than you are, but you're walking you could use the exercise after all those croissants you usually eat. But I'll meet you on the stairs, Frankreich.

Considering our situation I may as well be a schoolgirl with a crush! [He gave him an odd look for the nicknames he'd given his roommates but was too used to Prusse's talent with labeling, thus avoiding to comment. Instead, his lips pulled into a rather broad smile. Oh, he can play back at that.]

I was going to say the same for you, mon ami. You have grown soft in captivity, but I do appreciate your form all the same. [pauses, the unspoken "We will renegotiate your silly terms so I can properly appreciate it once this whole mess is over" hanging in the static. Old friends. They got those overly complicated nonverbal conversations. Perhaps... maybe a war might've broken out over a misinterpretation. Once!]

...At the stairs then, Prusse. [teasing wave; shutting off his log before the man could try and rebut.]

[Gilbert was just about to comment when France logged off. Rolling his eyes he stood and grabbed his jacket, strolling his way out of the dormitory and into the hallway. He and France had been teasing one another since they had met all those centuries ago, but it was a friendly teasing that in the end they knew they were still friends.]

[He perched himself halfway down a flight of stairs and checked his pockets once he noticed he'd left his cigarettes in his room. He knew Hungary would beat him for having them but it had become a long standing habit to have a smoke when he was waiting around for people.]

[He gave the computer terminal one last critical look--too much trouble for his worth!--before heading toward the stairs leading to the dormitory levels. No Prusse.

Huffing to himself, the man started on the trek up alone, slowly of course. If the other had gone back up for cigarettes or something and would be heading back down Francis wanted him to have to puff his way up the stairs with him. At least part way...]

Ah, Prusse. Ou es-tu? [singsong] Come out wherever you are, mon ami!

"Keep saying it like that and I might think I'm in some creepy slasher movie." he grumbled and flicked his lighter closed before standing up and giving his old friend a smirk. "Wouldn't happen to have a smoke on you would you? I left mine in my room."

He flashed the man a grin, shaking his head. "We might as well be, non?" Francis wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders, confident he wouldn't be shrugged off immediately. At the question, Fran rolled his eyes. "Do you think we will get replacements? I'm almost out, but since you're such a good friend--" Rummaging through his pockets, he managed a cigarette for his companion. "So what 'ave you been up to this fine day?"

Prussia smirked and took the offered smoke, lighting it and taking a drag off of the cigarette before beathing it out with a sigh of content. "Thanks frenchie, and you can have one of mine as a replacement. I've get more than a few cartons up in that old trunk." he took a moment and inspected the smoke in his hand. "You change brands or something? Tastes different." he muttered and offered the cancer stick to France.

"As for what I've been doing, nothing of mention. Ran into the female Canada and damn she has a nice rack. Ran into Liz too, she's as bitchy as ever."

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ALIVE.

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