|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|


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|Breed|

small white tail

|Set|

Noh antlers
Magpie mask
Golden butterfly pelt

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.

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...

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.