[Post 049] Video/Action for Fourth Wall

[francia]

[It is happening again. It is happening again.]

[Wrong canon. France has never seen The Giant, although he would probably confuse him with Goliath more than anything else. And, characteristically, that would make France return to his roots and completely freak out.]

[Still, it has some relevance here. The 'Gear seems to be picking up flashes of different cities and towns around Johto and Kanto, like someone is teleporting from one to the next without any real goal or direction.]

[After what amount to a few hours of this, the transmission seems to shutter, like the 'Gear has been fumbled, and panting becomes audible as the camera is turned to focus on a very wind-swept France whose expression is a strange combination of badly suppressed tension and far too much excitement.]

Has anyone ever noticed that all the towns around here look exactly the same? They have exactly the same shops and exactly the same standard layouts, just with some superficial topographical variations! I've noticed before, of course, but when you see them all together -

[He makes a wide, wild gesticulating motion with his free hand, unable to communicate how unsettling it is. Sure, France has planned cities, but nowhere is entirely planned like this.]

Also, what is with these crystals? They're all over the place!

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[francia]

[Because he can. Isn't that what history is made of?]

[France doubles over laughing, clutching his own 'Gear against his thigh as he laughs so hard that it probably threatens to burst something around his own kidneys. He laughs so hard that tears escape and it looks pretty gross and completely non-threatening. In fact, France may have crossed the hilarity barrier and may be more crying now than anything else. My God, France, you're never together, but this is pretty alarming.]

Prussia -

[He chokes slightly, half-laugh, half-sob, all emotion.]

You're back.

[originofawesome]

[Fuck, he needs new friends. Look at your life, look at your choices, Prussia. (Nevermind the fact that he'd gleefully do the same to France.)

He whirls around, bright red and fuming. He's ready to lay it into France, because goddamnit, worst reunion and worst friend ever. What keeps him from immediately decking the other nation is the nearly hysterical reaction.

France is a nation prone to great emotion, something for every occasion and person. There are layers upon layers upon layers, and then there are times it is stripped bare. It isn't always easy to see what is truly there, and this time...

Underneath the typical hysteria is something he doesn't see very often, especially directed towards him.

He crosses his arms and glares down at the doubled over figure, sounding pissy and put off, though there isn't much heat in his voice.]

I'm fucking disowning your stupid ass.

[francia]

[Sadly, this is not even close to true hysteria for France. Prussia knows this, though; he's had more than ample opportunities to witness France in full hysteria in their long, long past.]

[France digs out a handkerchief that he's started to keep on himself (disposable tissues here are sad, ineffectual things) and dabs at his face for a bit. Good thing he's not wearing any cosmetics or he'd look like a cartoonish mess even more than he already does.]

[He straightens up, blowing out a long, somewhat shaky breath as he does. He grins, though, wide and happy and bright.]

You can try. It's not like I don't know every corner of this place. I will find you. There is no escape.

[This is not the time to channel Russia, France.]

[originofawesome]

[He wonders if he's been gone for a long time, even if he has only just seen France the other day. This world feels foggy and clear all at once, like it was only yesterday he had been making his way through Johto with Pokemon he had come to adore Lisbeth doesn't count damnit.

It makes him shift uneasily, so he suddenly grins, all pomp and arrogant smugness as he poses with his fists on his hips.]

Ha HA HA I knew you missed my awesomeness! I guess I'll put up with you now, creepy shit and all!

[Because wow that was creepy.

Typical France. It's probably sad how easily Prussia brushes it off. It certainly says something about the two of them.]

How long has it been since you've been graced with my presence?

[It's said in a haughty manner, as if he doesn't really care what the answer is, only that what matters is that France has been a deprived soul without him.

(Prussia genuinely does want to know, even if he likely won't admit that he cares.)]

[francia]

[If France remembers correctly, Prussia has been gone for almost three years now. That brief moment of awkwardness doesn't get past France, but Purssia was kind enough not call France on his low-grade hysteria earlier, so he'll let Prussia have his defence without trying to chip it too much.]

[France pouts instead, hands going to his own hips.]

I am not creepy! And don't lie to yourself, Prussia: you can't live without my glorious loveliness in your life.

[France keeps a hand on his hip as he cocks it slightly, tapping his other hand's forefinger theatrically to the side of his lips as he thinks.]

Oh, dear, I can't remember something so insignificant. I think you missed out on the biggest event in this place's history, too. How typical.

[originofawesome]

[He scoffs loudly.]

You are the definition of creepy. The second entry right after Russia in a dictionary.

[Congrats, you are slightly better than Russia. (Ok for real he vastly prefers France over Russia though.)]

Meh.

[Yup, that's what he has to say for your "loveliness".]

Liar! [France receives the biggest, snottiest smirk in response.] You said you missed me [Not denying he missed him is basically admitting it. Too late, no take backs.] so out with it! I bet you counted the days since this place no longer has the benefit of my awesome presence.

[He's preening now. Look what you've done, France.]

I bet it's lame.

[LAME BECAUSE HE WASN'T HERE.]