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 Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 6:00 am
[[OOC| This will be a private France/UK roleplay between myself and .Peanutbuttered Muffin.~
It's guaranteed to be sexy.]]  xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
Ahh, what a quaint little café. The simplicty of the decor, the strong smell of fresh coffee beans with an underlying scent of rose from the thin vase that stood in the middle of the table. Francis sighed a mellow sigh, leaning his chin onto the back of his hand, fingers curling inward to form a loose fist. He loved it here, and what place would be more perfect to meet with his old comrade?
His hair was tied back in an unpinned fashion, allowing locks of wavy golden hair to be free, curling behind his ears and around his face, framing his near-perfect features. On the bridge of his nose was a chic pair of slim reading glasses, rimless, so his brilliant powder blue eyes shone through. Oh, he was beautiful, and knew he wasn't the only one who knew it.
All around the café he merited looks and sighs and flirtatious giggles from the girls sat with their jealous husbands and boyfriends. Francis simply smiled back, leaving them painfully wanting, lusting after him. Too bad he was waiting for England, else he may have tried his hand at a few of them. But no, not today, today there was only one in his heart.
The Frenchman smirked as he sipped a quick sip from his coffee cup and turned the page of his book, leaning back into his chair. He hummed, musing at his thoughts.
Don't keep me waiting, cheri...~ xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:28 am
Don't try to be charming...
You know I'm number one in Europe!xxxxxxxxxxxxx
So listen to me, French b*stard, and behave.xxxxxxx
-I'm not going to repeat myself.-
Visiting France, England thought, was more of a duty than a pleasurable meeting. He had to keep his relations with his closest 'neightbour' good, since they had never truely been on the best of terms. But one of the advantages of being an island, is that, no one need bother you. But the short and easy trip on the Eurostar from St. Pancreas to Paris, just enough time to have a cuppa and a first class meal (probably French cooks, the bastards) made him annoyingly closer to Francis. But he had always admired France's culture, even though he was a vulgar person. He even stole cooking tips from the man (just added a British twist to it!~ - Fish 'n' Chips would always be the best of course)
So his boss wanted to be friends with France's boss, Arthur and Francis had to get along better. (Was it not France's boss who claimed he loved England's - just not in a sexual way. Of course that had to be added in... Oh, it was so fitting.)
Paris was a beautiful city but no matter how quaint the cafés were, you still had to walk through a cloud of cigarette smoke to get to the front door. Once he entered it didn't take him long to spot the smug Frenchman drinking coffee. It was strange how Arthur craved tea more when he had left his home country knowing full well that no one could make it as good as he could.
He took of his mack and gave Francis an apathetic look.
"Afternoon, got any good tea?" xxxI'm not going to drink this time.
xxxxxxxxWhy don't you let me cook?~
♪ ♫ Ahahahaha~♪
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 12:24 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
Much to his delight, the Frenchman didn't have to wait much longer before he heard that oh-so-familiar cuttingly cynical tone of voice greet him. There was only so much longer he could have waited, pretending to read such a mind-numbingly boring book, he had stupidly left his Larmartine at home, and the substitute was less than great.
The smirk played wildly upon his lips, a slight airy chuckle escaping them as he lifted his head up to face the Englishman peering down at him. He stood, taking off his glasses. "So you made it then, Angleterre. I was getting worried that you wouldn't show up, heh."
He shot a quick, sweet smile, before planting a kiss upon both of Arthur's cheeks. Of course Francis knew full well that that wasn't exactly the common way of greeting people for England, mais, ma cheri, ici c'est la France~ so behave like the French, bien sûr~
He pulled away, placing a hand out in front of him, offering to the vacant chair opposite. "I took the liberty of ordering you some tea already. I know how you like it, I'm afraid it's not exactly the same, but then, if it's not to your liking, I'm sure I can make up for it some other way..." He winked a wink that came far too naturally than it should have done and sat back down. Totally innocent, of course.
As he sat, his oceanic eyes studied the English gentleman. Had he... shrunk? Oh ha, Francis could help but let out a stifled giggle at that thought. Still, he seemed to be in better shape than usual, meriting an involuntary lick of the lips on the Frenchman's half. He could blame it on his coffee. Oh psh, he could could start the teasing now.
"So what's this, cheri? You turn up to a date empty-handed? How ill-mannered of you..." xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 3:40 pm
Don't try to be charming...
You know I'm number one in Europe!xxxxxxxxxxxxx
So listen to me, French b*stard, and behave.xxxxxxx
-I'm not going to repeat myself.-
"Trains are never as they used to be."
That was Arthur's excuse to being slightly later than planned. Usually he would have arrived at least 10 minutes earlier, he was surprised to see the French nation already waiting patiently for him.
The man had greeted Arthur with a kiss on both cheeks. It might have been usual for the French nation, but not England. What was wrong with a simple handshake?! But he couldn't let himself get flustered over such a small thing (besides France had done much worse things) and yet he found himself with a slight pink tinge to his cheeks.
I-it was cold out...
Arthur took the seat, raising an eyebrow when France mentioned that he had already ordered tea. He was slightly impressed. Who knows, maybe they could get through today at least without strangling each other. He decided to ignore Francis' wink, recognising it could lead to things he'd rather not think about right now... and he was set on the idea of not strangling him.
"A date? With you?"
Arthur smirked. Oh, just grit your teeth and bare with the teasing, nothing I can't handle after all these years, Francis.
He felt so tempted to puncture the Frenchman's ego, but pushing it too far might lead to tears. England laughed quietly to himself.
"I save the flowers for the pretty ones."
He had to admit, Paris was a pretty romantic place, and this café wasn't without it's quirks. But, this wasn't a date!
Arthur took a sip of the tea. Strangely he found it annoying that it tasted good. Just one less thing he could moan about. It was as if everything was just too perfect with France...
Oh why did I just think that? xxxI'm not going to drink this time.
xxxxxxxxWhy don't you let me cook?~
♪ ♫ Ahahahaha~♪
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 10:00 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
Oh, how the Frenchman loved to tease~ And England was just so easily teasable (if that was even a word), it was far too much fun to resist! The smirk only grew as he noticed the oh-so-predictable pink reaction upon Arthur's cheeks. But Francis wasn't stupid, he knew that if he pushed his luck a little too far, England wasn't one to put walking out past him. He'd tread delicately... at least for now. He leaned forward in his seat, elbows on table, fingers interlocked loosely at the tips, staring with half-lidded eyes at the nation opposite.
Hm? Saving the flowers for the pretty ones? How cute. Francis chuckled, his silky voice resounding gently.
"Oh, cheri, you wound me. I made a special effort for you today aswell..."
He pouted playfully, an underlying grin still there though. "You know, here in France, it doesn't matter if you're pretty or not, it's mandatory to give roses at a meeting... See?" he gestured, pointing at the vase in front, adorning the table. Ahh, as if the stiff Englishman would appreciate such an act of affection. Another pout. England seemed to being enjoying his tea. Damn. France watched, sapphire eyes studying his form.
Ahh, trop mignon...
"You seem to be enjoying that, Angleterre. That's a shame, I was hoping I would be able to satisfy you in some other way if it didn't..." His voice trailed off, half-expecting the Englishman to splutter all over his cup and glare daggers straight into his beautiful visage. So much for treading delicately... xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 6:18 pm
Don't try to be charming...
You know I'm number one in Europe!xxxxxxxxxxxxx
So listen to me, French b*stard, and behave.xxxxxxx
-I'm not going to repeat myself.-
The Englishman was rather predictable. He didn't splutter over his tea, no, he managed to sustain his dignity and swallow before reacting, quickly frowning deeply, with a stare that said he certainly was 'not amused'.
He cleared his throat, closing his eyes momentarily, trying not to lose his temper, now with a deeper blush to his cheeks.
"I... I really don't want to know what other things you had planned. B-but lets get one thing straight... This isn't a date, it's a... Meeting between two nations... don't get me wrong! I'm not doing this for you, but for my boss' sake. Nothing more..."
Don't lie.
Arthur hated how he made everything sound so 'official' and he was sure France would be able to spin around his words into an inuendo of sorts, he had no idea how, but he didn't doubt France's abilities. Official was boring, but France wasn't the kinda guy he would invite to the pub for a drink (mainly because he didn't trust himself drunk). Why was having a simple tea and coffee with France more like trying to tell a child what is and is not 'appropriate'? Besides, being another one of France's flings certainly wasn't on his main agenda for today...
England set down his tea, better to be safe, he might choke on it next time.
He averted his gaze to the window of the café, nothing in particular, just something other than Francis' eyes to look at...
"So um.. while I'm here you might as well show me-- that is take me sight seeing. What is there besides that tower thing?
He was just teasing again. The eiffel tower wasn't all that, but he knew perfectly well what it was of course. xxxI'm not going to drink this time.
xxxxxxxxWhy don't you let me cook?~
♪ ♫ Ahahahaha~♪
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 2:00 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
Well now, this wasn't like England. Was he actually asking to be taken around Paris? Seems France could push his luck just that little bit further. He could make this apparent 'formal meeting' rather... interesting. Those comments about La Tour Eiffel... Oh, France wasn't one to let that slide so easily. Surely Arthur knew what he was walking into, right?
He tilted his head a little onto his hands, angling his jawline in a peculiar, but rather captivating manner. The Frenchman knew the English gentleman wouldn't be so easily swayed, France would have to make just that little bit more of an effort with him... Hopefully not too much, though; their relationship was an odd one. Both relied on one another so heavily, politically, their relations were stronger than ever. Personally, however, there always seemed to be an unpleasant love-hate battle between the two, though it never seemed to be in much seriousness. Or was that just France's way of thinking?
He leaned into one palm, using the other hand to waft up lazily, and stroke down Arthur's stained cheek with a finger so gently as he spoke, tracing near his jawline. It was warm. France giggled inside.
"Oh cheri, I wasn't expecting you to be so... forward." he ruffled up his nose playfully, roping in his luck, toying with the English nation.
"My dear home has much more to offer, so much that you uncultured likes would have never seen..." His voice trailed off slightly, eyes glistening in an almost intoxicating way, he stared into the Englishman, a sweet smile upon his lips.
Pulling away, he pushed back on his chair, letting out a rather loud sigh.
"Alors, on y va!" he stood, placing a hand on his hip, the other throwing down some money.
"Oh, and don't worry. I'll be sure to save La tour Eiffel for last. It's so much better at night..." xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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Posted: Tue Nov 03, 2009 2:50 pm
Don't try to be charming...
You know I'm number one in Europe!xxxxxxxxxxxxx
So listen to me, French b*stard, and behave.xxxxxxx
-I'm not going to repeat myself.-
Forward?!
Arthur found himself breathing in sharply and biting the inner of his lips lightly as Francis' fingers trailed across the Englishman's skin.
Well of course France was going to read whatever words England said the way he wanted to hear them, not the way Arthur truely meant.
Arthur's eyes narrowed and a slight pout came along with the glare.
He felt insulted by France's words, Arthur owned half the ******** world once upon a time, he'd sailed the seas (not... stealing gold...), visiting countries which truely confused his own culture but --
"I'm hardly uncultured. I've learnt a few fair things throughout my years..."
Arthur left his words at that, smirking.
England stood up along with France, clearing his throat when he heard France's last sentence.
Nice try.
Someone just told him to losen up, which just evented in his glare averting to an absence of a being, but his expression softened, he couldn't be angry at his little friends~!
"I'm sure it wouldn't be quite as magnificant as Big Ben at night."
Arthur gave a sly smile, picking up his jacket and slinging it over his shoulder, with a slight nod of the head telling France to get a move on then.
xxxI'm not going to drink this time.
xxxxxxxxWhy don't you let me cook?~
♪ ♫ Ahahahaha~♪
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 6:49 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
My my, seems France wasn't the only one up for a little tease. His head swelled with satisfaction at the reaction he received from his touch, despite England supposedly bragging of his... experience, there was no denying that deep shade of pink staining his cheeks. "I'm sure you have learnt... The only way for you was up, after all, you started at the very bottom..." He winked, his voice airy, slippery, like silk. Shrugging on his jacket and tucking away the book and glasses, he stepped out the café, a cool breeze amongst the subtle heat greeting him.
His hometown of Paris was always best at this kind of weather, and time of day. It was pleasantly warm, and nearing early evening, so some of the streetlights were beginning to flicker on, illuminating the traditional cobbled paths with a subdued blue glow. So much more mesmerising than that horrid orange glare of England's streets. They weren't too far off from the Champs-Élysées, an incredible sight when adorned with lights. Yes, that'd be a good starting point for the Frenchman to show England what France really had to offer.
"Oh cheri" he began, walking in the direction of the enchanting arch not too far ahead, "It's been such a long time since I visited your home, I think you'll have to show me how amazing Big Ben is, too. You know how hard I am... to please, but I'm sure you'll find some way of convincing me..." He smirked, (could he really be so charming for someone who smirks so much?) and began to hum to himself, nonchalantly, as if all he had said was in complete innocence.
Well, of course it was.
"You should come visit me more often, I'm a little offended that you don't anymore." Really, he was. England had been spending so much time with that brute America, France felt little more than neglected. He continued, regaining composure. "I'll show you things that will blow your mind, ange..." xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 7:59 am
Don't try to be charming...
You know I'm number one in Europe!xxxxxxxxxxxxx
So listen to me, French b*stard, and behave.xxxxxxx
-I'm not going to repeat myself.-
If it was an arguement of who was above the other, England wasn't going to let France turn out on top. Ever. "You know I'll always top you."
Arthur couldn't help but think that that was poorly hidden but tried to ignore it as he put on his jacket and left the café with Francis. The sights of Paris were quickly illuminating it's full beauty. Paris really was a beautiful place at night-... Ahem...
It seemed Arthur couldn't think properly without thoughts leading into something... inappropriate. Oh God, save him, France was already rubbing off on him, how could he last through the night with this Frenchman? ... He didn't want to think about that either for now...
He may end up just as vulgar as him by the end of it all. No, an English gentleman can keep up his dignity! He just couldn't wait till there was sea seperating them again.
France was throwing innuendoes at him from all angles. He was almost impressed at how easily he slipped them in, but it is France we're talking about.
They began to approach le-- arch-thing... A name which involved lots of accents which England wasn't entirely sure on the pronounciation of the word. But it looked quite spectacular, it was making Arthur feel inadequate when he compared the sights of London to the ones of Paris.
"Don't be so stubborn at showing your true feelings, you know Big Ben impresses you, how could it not? And if I speant too much time with you it would probably turn me insane, bloody w^nker."
Yes, the last two words were neccessary, Arthur feared that France would have taken it as a compliment otherwise.
"Blow my mind? Give it a f*cking good shot then."
Cue sly smirk.
xxxI'm not going to drink this time.
xxxxxxxxWhy don't you let me cook?~
♪ ♫ Ahahahaha~♪
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 10:46 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
Always top him, hm? France knew all too well that that wasn't just an innocent geographical or even political comment. No, England wasn't as chaste as he once was, all those years ago. Even he was capable of making such lewd statements, though, actually, it was hardly surprising given his marauder-legacy. If there's one thing he should have learnt, it's that making those kinds of jokes with France was not going to slip ignored so easily.
And besides, France always topped.
He grinned, shaking his head, laughing at the Englishman's adorable attempts to counter Francis' all too slick remarks. He couldn't be matched, at least not by Arthur, of all nations. For some reason, Francis always got the feeling that England was more tense around him. Clearly there was something in his radiating French flair that made the Englishman falter in this thinking. Still, they continued to argue like there was no tomorrow.
"And how would you know what my true feelings are, hm, Angleterre?"
Easy answer, he wouldn't. France could only confide in his neighbouring Spanish nation now, England was always off too busy to bother with him. Slight bitterness filled the Frenchman again, but only momentarily, before he turned to face the Englishman, stopping just short of the Arc, a twinkle in his eye.
"I'm sure Big Ben is as spectacular as you make it out to be, but you should know by now that I only go by what I see, what I experience. Big Ben and London are things I certainly haven't - or rather, things you've not permitted me to caress, at least not for a long while..." He took a deep breath in, the magnificence that was L'Arc De Triomphe shining over them. They were so close to it, the intricate details surrounding them through brilliant lights. He could already see the amazement in the Englishman's eyes.
He sighed outwardly, eyes closed, leaning back against the column of the arc, fishing a hand into his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes, before shooting another smirk at Arthur.
"I will blow your mind, bébé, just you wait..."
He licked the cigarette into his lips, fumbling with the lighter, it failing to light immediately.
xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 2:56 am
Don't try to be charming...
You know I'm number one in Europe!xxxxxxxxxxxxx
So listen to me, French b*stard, and behave.xxxxxxx
-I'm not going to repeat myself.-
"Like I really care what your true feelings are, wanker."
Yes, it was a quick change of tone, but it was a way of dismissing it without giving France a clear win for that section of the arguement.
How was he to beat that? Arthur had to think of comebacks fast. England didn't lose, he wasn't going to lose to France and... Let's just ignore that battle involving a certain burger-loving-nation and Francis. England already had.
Bloody hell, Arthur seemed to be losing his touch, a strange phenomenon considering how much practice he had had with arguing with this nation.
But just the way that Francis seemed to utter the word 'caress' made him fluster and lose his trail of thought again. Probably just the kind of thing Francis was taking joy out of seeing. F*cking b*stard.
"And don't count on getting a chance to do so, anytime soon."
No, sorry, what he had meant to say was 'Don't count on getting a chance to do so, ever'. It just came out wrong...
Arthur took the cigarette from Francis' lips.
"You seem to be having a little trouble so far. I'm yet to be impressed."
So Paris had some pretty light shows, but even America could do that.
Arthur put the cigarette to his sly smirk and lit it flawlessly with his own lighter. He'd told himself he'd quit, it just reminded him of his punk days, but he'd matured from that now. But even just the smallest thing to annoy Francis was good enough. Besides, when in Paris do as the Parisians do-- that very thought made him shudder. But he was a tourist, maybe he should relax a little (not to the point where he's off his head drinking 10 pints of larger in the local irish pub singing English football songs at the top of his lungs- in that terrible slurred tone - and possibly striping indecently, shouting at fairies for laughing at him... He had never done that before of course... He was much more decent when visiting Madrid and Athens... ahem... Just a typical scene of the British tourist.)
xxxI'm not going to drink this time.
xxxxxxxxWhy don't you let me cook?~
♪ ♫ Ahahahaha~♪
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 8:13 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
"You hurt me with your words so cruel, cheri~!" Although that was theatrical and somewhat overdramatic (despite skilled), it was true. The fact that England 'couldn't care less' - as the English expression goes - about France's feelings... Awh, now that really was harsh. He pouted and frowned, childishly, like a schoolboy not being allowed to have dessert before dinner. What a fitting analogy~
It was he, the magnificent France, who saw England out of his darker days (or at least, he helped), it was he whom he confided in. Now, ever since that battle, it's like France had lost a precious part of relations. Che, England couldn't resist him though, he just knew he couldn't, no matter how much of a fight he put up... right? Yeah, right. France could work with that.
"Well then, I wasn't really planning on it, but you're here now anyway, you're meant to be marveling at my si--" but he was cut short by the cigarette being popped from his mouth and into the Englishman's lips.
How sexy~
"Darling, but I thought you gave up, hm? Or did you just want a taste for what's later to come~? You know, French cigarettes taste so much better than the cheap stuff you get back at your home." So it seemed that France had given up on his earlier resolution of 'treading lightly' - there was just no end to his teasing, and England didn't seem to be on top form today, winning these arguments was just too easy. Francis could always push his luck with Arthur, he had done so in the past and for some reason, Arthur always seemed to make his way back to the warm arms of the Frenchman.
Leaning forward to the side of the Englishman, dangerously close, France pushed his side into Arthur's, smirking, eyes twinkling under the golden glare. "Alors, cheri, this is only stop one. Let's get moving then, shall we~?" xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 11:16 am
Don't try to be charming...
You know I'm number one in Europe!xxxxxxxxxxxxx
So listen to me, French b*stard, and behave.xxxxxxx
-I'm not going to repeat myself.-
England's smirk only grew. Oh, he seemed to a hit a nerve there, he managed to get France doing his 'oh-so-dramatically-hurt' act, an acheivment that meant Arthur earnt a point to add to the scores. (He wasn't keeping count but the scores probably still went to the Frenchman's favour)
Francis' words flowed so beautifully off his tongue, there was an almost lyrical feel to it. It wasn't until he heard; 'a taste for what's later to come~' escape past the frenchman's lips that he began listening-
Oh, bollocks.
Arthur hated to admit it. He had a thing for French accents.
Arthur let the smoke accumilate within his mouth, around his tongue before letting it escape before the Frenchman's face.
"That's just a matter of opinion."
For once, and possibly the first time in a long time, Arthur had not dismissed Francis' words as wrong.
England placed the cigarette back inbetween his lips.
"Well move it then, you're the tour guide."
xxxI'm not going to drink this time.
xxxxxxxxWhy don't you let me cook?~
♪ ♫ Ahahahaha~♪
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 3:15 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxTu es ma came, Ma toxique,
Ma volupté suprême,
Mon rendez vous chéri et mon abîme
France could feel it. England was faltering down under the skill of the Frenchman, there was no hiding it. He could see the almost hidden way in which his eyes swooned at his enticing accent, the way his mind tripped over thoughts at his very utterance of words so sweet. He could hear the reluctant quickening of his heart, his breath hitching.
Or at least, this is was Francis chose to see. It was only a mere matter of time before he could see how truthful his theory really was. But for now, it didn't hurt to insinuate.
Smoke encircled the gap between their faces, an almost mystifying mist between them, hazy, unclear. Perhaps a perfect manifestation of their relationship. Oceanic eyes glistened though the smoke and straight into the Englishman, lips pursing to blow the smoke away so gently. It glided off onto the night's winds, clearing the air, France's visage leaning ever so slightly closer to England's bitter expression as it unclouded his view.
He could smell the distinctive scent of tea and musky British cologne, now masked with a thick smokey aroma, alluring all the same.
The Frenchman's eyelids fluttered shut.
"I'm so glad you're being so compliant, much more willing than usual, mon ange..." He let his lips brush lightly against the blonde, messy locks of Arthur. He whispered. "I could just..."
Pace yourself, Francis....
Said the little voice named Reason in his head. Rarely did he ever come out, but it seemed necessary now. With a sigh, he pulled back, not before he wrapped two fingers around the cigarette and tugged it out, placing it back onto his tongue. He smirked, yet again. "Mmm~" he cooed, before walking off, away from the arch. It was very much like him to leave a yearning body behind, and oh, he was sure England would be yearning very shortly.
"Come on, the River Siene won't wait for us~" xxxxxxxxJe t'aspire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'expire ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxEt je me pâme ღ
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJe t'attends... ღ
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