Francis, tu as tant de
chose à dire
|Names|
France, Francis
|Nicknames|
N.A if you have called him, or heard him called, a nickname, please let me know
|Titles|
Pretty little fool
Music box (the)
|Pictogram|
The standing star
|Height & Weight|
30 inches at the shoulder
120 pounds
|Voice|
♥♥♥
|Birth Date|
exact date unknown, born around the year 1430-1500. exact year unkown.
|Text|
font color=#FFBC00 size=1 italics
|Breed|
small white tail
|Set|
Noh antlers
Magpie mask
Golden butterfly pelt
I am a little
music box wind me up and close me
down
France steps in a very elegant, almost dance-like manner, this is aided by his long legs and slim flexible body, which, with training, is able to get into positions a deer has no business being in.
He is rather beautiful, or so he thinks, with soft fur the colour of melting gold, which ripples as he moves giving it an almost molten effect, like his coat might just drip down, onto the grass below.
While he has a real deer's face and head he does have hair, which is a bright sunlight yellow in shade and hangs down, once it was tied back but he has since lost the tie.
He makes sure to keep himself completely clean at all times.
His eyes are a very bright sky blue, always flirty, always smiling.
Except, when they're, not...
In any case he does like to keep up the appearance that he is always, happy and always, flirty.
His ears are very tattered, very torn, shredded almost, from Russia's constant chewing on them, he doesn't seem to mind however and if asked about them will shrug them off as 'love bites' and nothing more.
A little glass
bird in an empty cage
He is attracted to beautiful things, which include men and women of any age and maybe even some non-human Deer beings. He loves himself so much that he doesn't bother to remember English and considers French the "language of love."
he is known to make blatant sexual comments at every opportunity and is very affectionate, he can often be seen streaking or touching other nations deer inappropriately.
If antlere'd at he will brush it off, and claim/believe that the offender simply needs more 'l'amour' which will end in yet more nuzzling and touching.
He will take offense to being ignored however, and will strut off in a huff.
He loves wine with a passion, And will often hide or store blueberries, in a desperate attempt to create it.
He does a damn good job of it too.
He isn't afraid to, and in fact will often offer, less than innocent favours in return for favours.
Or nothing in particular.
If he finds you 'beautiful' he will follow and show affection to you.
However, despite his seen cheery flirtatiousness, there's a sort of melencholy about him.
He NEEDS someone to be with him, to hit on, he needs attention, good or bad, as long as it is attention...
When there is nothing to distract him...
old memories tend to come back...
If you
drop me it's okay buy another some
other day
Russia:
France was one of the first of the allies to see Russia's darker side, that doesn't stop France from flirting with him and hanging about him, despite feeling that he can run off with anyone he pleases he is rather possessive of the Russian nation, and unless Russia invites someone to flirt or sit with him, he'll get jealous, and either (or both) throw a little tantrum or flirt with the offender to distract him.
Mikhail:
France is entirely confused by Mikhail. He hates seeing him hurt by Russia, though normally he could care less about what Russia does to others. However, due to Mikhail's own distaste for him he keeps his distance to the point where he will avoid Mikhail at all costs, though he still hopes for his complete and total happiness in life.
Oof 8D Rhye is dazzled.
he should be
/shot
fff ♥
Ah retracks, I luv him x'D
Thank you 8D ♥
Oui, how fun it would be to
gives a new meaning to 'oh
*Retracks* You have no idea
You have no idea how many France cosplayers I saw at Otakon... o-o Nearly scarred me for life...
I have a picture of me
Ooh, a good friend that came
XD that's fine, I hang out
that's fine, I hang out with the KH characters |D
... You kill me, babe.
I-I LOST IT AND I COULDN'T
AND I COULDN'T FIND IT
BUT I FOUND IT AGAIN~
i freaked when i couldn't find his bio just before, i thought you chucked him out ;;
retrackery
NNNEEVERRR RUSSIA WILL NEVER
reconstructed.
"Hm you. You're quite a pussy
"Ah, mais pourquoi changer
"Avantage? Which avantage..."
*Or you'll regret it
(Lawl "already" going to bed now -fails- I love France rofl &hearts)
((XD oh switzerland
a soft laugh leaves him, the sound of bells and wine in a glass.
"mmm nothing to worry about right now, underestimate you? non, 'ow could I ever dream of doing such a thing~?"
((Rofl France x'D)) "Just be
"Just be careful. Mistakes wont' be forgiven." he said slowly.
((Gotta love him |D)) "Oui,
"Oui, of course, do I seem like a fool to you?" the French stag replied, voice languid, reminiscent of times long since past.
"Sometimes... you do." one
His lips turned downward into
His head tossed, sending hair from all but hooded eyes only to have it fall back in place once again.
"But of course" there is an underlying tone of bitterness to his voice, as if he is bothered more than he would like to let on at the memory the swiss deer has decided to bring up.
"But then who could ever own you?" maybe there was a sense of self pity there now, France, so wild and arrogant in his youth, reduced to nothing more than a coward, and a fool.
But at least he was a pretty fool.
"I don't wish of anyone
Oh i haven't tracked this...
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
"but of course, don't assume
"'zen again, as a neutral nation certainly you don't get picked on so often anymore? oui? or am I incorrect...of course, having more military strength than most nations must offer some sense of security?" A leg extended, stretching it, tearing small furrows in the ground with his movements before it curled back beneath him, not restless so much as stiff.
"I don't... monsieur." the
"It depends. Many around me want to benefit... shitheads." he mumbled and clenched his teeth. He couldn't stand this at all.
Hmpf and yes, he had the most military strength of all. Just... don't dare to underestimate me, ja? *Ich werde nicht davor zurückschrecken, dir wehzutun. Nei, ganz sicher nit.
*I will not be afraid of hurting you. (German) No, definitely not. (Swiss German lol)
"such a temper" the french
"Pfff!" the swiss stag didn't
To follow or not to
Had it been Russia, England or maybe America he would have been on his hooves trotting after them already, however, Switzerland was one he had not dealt with before.
All the same he rose slowly to his hooves, walking, not trotting, after the blond stag, head held low in a faux show of submissive attitude as he trailed behind him.
More than any nation's wrath, France feared being alone.
He was silent, at the very least, tail flicking in a most pathetic manner behind him, like a dog who had just been kicked yet refused to believe that maybe someone simply didn't want to pet it.
Vash didn't expect France
"What the f-!" He flinched a bit.
"What's this! Why the hell are you following me? *Mini närve..."
His ears flicked around, irritated "What's your problem, seriously!" he prefered to be alone, except with Liechtenstein but she wasn't here.
* Swiss German: "My nerves..."
"I don't have a problem" he
"I'll be quiet, so just, let me come, oui?" he pleaded under his breath, not wanting to admit just how terrifying the idea of being alone was to someone such as him.
Especially not to Switzerland, who would likely use it against him.
((Sorry ;; late answer is
"Huhhhh... *gopferdammi!" he growled slightly but didn't say more for a while, continuing to trot without looking back at the French stag.
"Can't you go to someone else? England or... dunno who's all here...?" he asked in a still slightly annoyed tone, though he was a bit calmer now.
*Swiss German swearword |D I don't know how to say it in English though... just an expression when something/someone's just annoying, or something's shitty x'3
((fff no no it's just fine
"if I see 'zem I will" he stated simply, looking around again, England, he would take his company, Italy, anyone, but, the one he wished for most...
"'ave you seen, Russia, around recently?" he questioned the stag that he followed, if Switzerland could even give him a hint, he would no doubt be off in a heartbeat.
"I miss him"
((Too lazy to change account
"Of course." he murmured, looking around as well.
He lifted an eyebrow "This giant? No... in fact, I've only met Italy an Norway till now." he clenched his teeth a bit while naming Italy, this annoyance. "And well... you." And he secretly wondered where Liechtenstein was, worrying for his little sister. Thanks God Austria wasn't here, well at least he hadn't met him yet.
Vash rolled his eyes a bit "Miss him? How can you miss this guy!"
"'e is easy to miss!" the fur
"Mon tournesol, Russia, 'e protects me...'e is my best friend" he stomped a hoof lightly.
Lightly, no need to chip a hoof.
"People don't understand 'im 'zat is all...I 'ope 'e is not 'urt..." he hated seeing Russia hurt with a passion.
"ah, but 'zen what would you know of 'zat? you can't seem to keep any friendships these days, hm, Switzerland~?" he teased.
Jesus this guy was way too
"Tais-toi!" he furiously looked back at him, growling again before he continued trotting angrily.
"I don't need anyone, I'm fine like this! No one's getting on my nerves when I'm with myself!" he sighed and looked down while walking, his eyebrows wrinkled strongly.
He didn't know himself that he was in fact, maybe secretly missing an ancient friend... and even if: he would never admit it.
Eyes the colour of the sky
Nobody could honestly enjoy being alone in such a way.
The thought of being alone...
the mere, thought made ice rush over France's spine in the form of a tingling sensation that he shuddered at.
"I think 'zat you are lying, I think 'zat you want more company than you let on"
"Shut up! that's not true!"
"And I still have Liechtenstein, even if I can't find her now. She's the only one not annoying me."
Dark hair, and dark eyebrows.
He figured that France was someone that he should come and see. The country was not someone that he had ever really spent a lot of time with, though some of his soldiers had died over there not that long ago, well...not to a country anyway. In the lives of the ordinary it was a couple of generations ago. To him, it was a mere blink...not that he cared.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
((ooc; omgggg it took me too
Munkel;
He rolled his eyes.
Such denial, nobody could be happy so alone, could they?
He rolled his shoulders and back in a catlike shrug.
But he did not leave.
SoL;
He wasn't hard to spot, lounging on a chair in front of a cafe, simple white dress shirt, black pants and black shoes adorning him, hair tied back as it so often was.
In one hand a glass of red wine, which he nursed in an almost lazy fashion looking around with brilliantly blue eyes, the sky itself would turn green in envy if they saw them.
He watched of course, he always noticed people who were attractive.
"Bonjour" he chirps, tongue flicking over wine tinged lips in an almost-flirty way that he has perfected.
Looking lovely~ Ah, the
Ah, the Tower.
No worries ♥ Your
Your answer could be an ending so I think I'll leave it at this for now : )
He smirked, upon seeing the
"Bonjour, mon cheri," He replied, sitting across from the blonde haired country. "Cava?" [A/N: I'm unsure of how to insert the symbol that should be in there] His french would have been perfect were it not for the broad glaswegian accent that he bore from spending so much time there. Even though his capital was the city of Edinburgh. Glasgow was less often invaded by England whenever he wanted to visit his older brother, so it was a matter of hiding in his largest city.
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"Bonjour~" he chirped,
"You sound familiar, mmm, one of...England's brothers?" he questioned the stranger, well, maybe he was not a complete stranger, for he had seen most nations at a conference at least once.
Clearly he was not so easily upset as England, seeing how he did not become angry or run off at his usual subtle flirting.
"You may call me Francis if you like" he offered, smiling, like a cat with cream.
"I am surprised, Francis,
"Surely, little Arthur speaks of me?" He asked.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
"ahhh! so you are scotland!"
"haha, oh he speaks of you" he chuckled.
"he certainly does..." a smile and shake of the head, friendly as ever.
"But come! sit sit monsiour, share with me a glass of wine, relax~"
"Trying to get me drunk
"So what does my "dear" brother say?" Scotland asked with a smirk.
Mick Kreiger: You Know You Love Me XOXO
"haha, nothing of interest
"Drunk? haha, non, I am sure a little wine can be handled mmm?"