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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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.... 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."

"I wish that I'd gotten a few cartons. Apparently I was more fashion-needy. Strange." He took back the lit cigarette and perched it between his lips. Friends shared, etc. It wasn't as if France was the kind of man to be iffy about such a thing regarding his ...sharing in the past. Shrugging noncommittally, he responded. "It's one of the brands I prefer, yes."

He gave Gilbert a look at that, tutting at the back of his throat. "I've met Madeline myself on occasion. She's a lady; treat her as such. As for Liz, well... she is a lady, but you may treat her however you wish."

"I think I liked the peach ones more. Funny that you had fashion, I get cigarettes, guns and booze. Guess they knew me well enough when they packed it" he chuckled with his infamous 'kesesesese' and looked over at his long-time friend with a raised eyebrow.

"Why the sudden change of heart? You were always telling me to be nice to ze sweet cherie~" he mocked Francis' french accent thickly through his own german one. "But Canada seems like a nice dame, haven't met too many other nations here to say. I bet you've rolled with a few already." he gave Francis one of his more gentle punches to his bicep than he usually would.

Oh God... "Why did you remind me of those? Now I'm going to crave them until someone tires of my lamenting and finds a way to make them. You know how shifty self-made things are around this place. Well--besides my cooking. That is always a good thing." See what you've done there, Prusse? You've made him babble good-naturedly, but babble nonetheless. It saved him from the creepy fact that it seemed their captors knew their habits before taking them in.

He shrugged, looking ahead. More stairs. He hated stairs. "Desperate times, mon ami. It will keep the both of you on your toes, of course." He flashed the Prussian with a knowing smirk, absently swatting at the man. "She is stubborn though. Not that Mathieu wasn't deep down--there is no other way to survive living with Arthur though without that certain trait.

Ah. Just the other me. It is horrifying, so do hold onto me--" Francis interlaced their arms together, looking every bit as worried as he was hinting this news to be. "My desire for anything past a teasing verbal exchange is genuinely ...diminished. You would think I'd have bedded half of the of-age inhabitants mais non!"

Yes. This was worrying indeed.

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"Hey, I might have a carton. Always did like french cigarettes more than most of the rest, especially american. Those things are fucking disgusting." he grumbled. "Your cooking has always been awesome, saved me from eating potatoes and turnips for years... even though I did do that and look where it got me. I'm still short and fucking skinny and if hungary tells me to eat a sandwich one more time!" he clenched his fist in irritation. But Francis' words had him looking at his friend with eyebrows nearly in his snowy hairline.

"You haven't tapped everything between the ages of 18 and 35 in this tower? Damn Francis, what's going on?"

Francis did give him a pleased grin at the offer, but it didn't work as a deterrent to the man's obvious dilemma. From the time France physically reached that boyish ...fifteen, he'd had a knack for charming. Gone were the days of polite bowing and kissing knuckles as his main arsenal of gaining favor. They grow up so fast.

His reputation had be mostly earned though and his appetite was something mighty impressive. There'd only been a few times when he was so distracted that physical affection was cast aside and none of them were good.

He shook his head. "I have not, et... I do not know. I am very troubled, Prusse. I--" The blond trailed off for a moment, shutting his mouth so he wasn't gaping like a fish. The arm holding Gilbert's hostage held tighter. "This is a little more than worrying."

Edited 2011-08-22 04:47 (UTC)

"Okay, what are you troubled about 'cuz this is weirding me out Francis. Especially the fact that you're hitting on me as a last resort. Come on man, I'm more awesome than that aren't I?" he gave a mock pout before taking another drag on the cancer stick and handed back to its former owner. It wasn't like nations could get such things as cancer from mundane things like cigarettes, but the vices made them feel more human. Gilbert knew it did for him, but his attention now was on his long time friend clinging to him like a life ring in the middle of the ocean.

"A last resort? Prusse, I would never do such a thing!" The blond sounded genuine, however he remained clinging. Taking a drag, he blew out the smoke in a hurried exhale, brows knitting together. "I told you that I was perfectly capable of flirting. It's just pursuing anything beyond that point. Mon dieu... I feel so inadequate."

Sighing at the confession, he stubbed out the cigarette where he stood. If it were anywhere else the Frenchman would show more respect for where he littered. "There have only been a handful of occasions in which this has happened... Perhaps the stress of not knowing what is happening outside is doing this?" Francis sounded hopeful, as if he was trying to believe his reasoning just as much as he was trying to convince his friend.

He laughed. "I just... need a nice drink. Or twenty. This is no good."

"Might be, still, what the hell man. It's not like you to say the least." Prussia gave him a pat on his arm. comfort really wasn't his area of expertise, not in the slightest.

"Well, lets get you a drink at least and figure out why you're so messed up that you're not tapping everything." he chuckled and headed back up the stairs toward the dorms nearly dragging Francis with him as he went.

It was the thought that counted and the pat on the arm made the Frenchman sigh, but otherwise feel slightly better. Slightly. He felt only a bit off for having a conniption over not having a healthy sex drive.

"Am I just being silly, mon ami? This can't possibly be the end of the world-" Or it could be and God really did have a sense of humor. Who would seriously believe a lack of uninhibited sex would spur on the Apocalypse? "I like that idea, much more than I should."

And if Prusse was dragging him that was okay.

"I don't think it's the end of the world. You always have a dip around elections and stuff right? Just take it as... a political shift. You'll get it back and knowing you you'll want to do everything under 35 that has two legs." he snickered and dragged the poor man with him up several flights of stairs and up into his dorm floor.

"You'll be fine, Frenchie. You've gone through worse than this."

Prussia was always the type to drag off the blonds back to his quarters, even when they were younger and decidedly less bound to a tower. It was only a little bit of a coincidence that it was to get said blond companion drunk (another habit, surely). Francis let him, having that thick skull of his too filled with apathy for fine-legged creatures ripe for the taking.

"Such faith..." Have a dry laugh, Gilbert. It's all your French friend can offer.

"I was always a fuckload more religious than you ever were. Besides, a few drinks and you'll probably want to try to get into someone's pants." he smirked and tossed the door to his room open, glad it was empty of his other three roommates at the time.

"I have a pack of smokes here too if you want one."

"A fuckload. Prusse, mon ami, that is a very tactful way of describing your religious endeavors." He untangled himself from the wiry man to pat him on the back, looking around. "So, which bed is yours?"

Francis smiled, a bit easier now. He even gave the Prussian an appraising look. "You're willing to put yourself in the vicinity of my carnage desires? You are a good man."

"The bed on the far right is mine, kinda in the corner." he smiled at France and laughed, shaking his head.

"Carnal desires, I think we all have those. Hell, I'd like to tap half of those female nations but they'd probably try to kill me later. But, I've resisted you before I can do it again, my friend."

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