[Post 027] Everything & Anything for Goldenrod City

[francia]

[There is no other warning except, perhaps, your ears, which might pick up France's resounding, triumphant shout of -]

FREEDOM!!!

[The scene opens to a most happy France. Very happy, indeed. Yes, he's so happy, in fact, it appears he's decided to run through Goldenrod, laughing and trapezing about, a blond, cat-like tail swishing happily behind his stark naked body.]

[Yes, Johto. This is the infamous Republic of France, Nation of Beauty, Light, and, most importantly, Liberty.]

[He's somehow gotten blond cat ears; whether or not their fake is very hard to discern. He appears to be sparkling à la Edward Cullen, most obviously naked as the day he was born (although whether Nation are born or something else is unclear). Thankfully, it appears there is a conveniently-placed rose over his crotch, but that doesn't distract from the otherwise stark nakedness. In fact, it makes it even more apparent.]

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[somanytosofew]

[England just smirks and then sticks out his pierced tongue.]

Your point is?

[of-france.livejournal.com]

[A cruel expression twists France's lips.]

No one can ever love you just as you are, so you're forever pretending to be someone you're not. You're an actor, England; that's all you've ever been good for on the world's stage.

[somanytosofew]

[England winces but glares back regardless.]

What does that make you? A spectator in the audience. Anonymous, unnoticed, unimportant. Lost in obscurity while all eyes are on the players.

I can pretend, you just keep breaking yourself with every new act.

[of-france.livejournal.com]

Creatures like us can never even hope to be spectators: we are always what the spectators watch.

[France licks his lips before shrugging leisurely.]

I'm not simply an actor; I'm an artist: a painter, a dancer, and so many other things that you can only imitate. I never break; I evolve.

[somanytosofew]

[England grins, a morbid expression, and takes a step towards France. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one up.]

Evolving into a nice set of riots, recently yeah?

Evolved into a nice little fascist state back then. Yeah, so good at evolving.

[He leans forward, exhaling a plume of smoke.]

Shame you never managed to evolved a military that could win anything on yer own.

[of-france.livejournal.com]

[France's expression twists into a snarl, and he throws himself at England, intending to tackle him and going straight for his throat.]

Fuck you!

[somanytosofew]

[That is a little unexpected and France manages to drag England to the gound. He feels fingers wrap around his throat, and he's still grinning, teeth bared.]

Hit a nerve did I?

[He grabs back, wrapping his legs around France and trying to roll them over.]

[of-france.livejournal.com]

[France doesn't respond except to snarl, keeping his hold as tight as possible on England's neck. Hopefully, that'll make him choke and shut up. He digs his knees into the pavement, back hunching over England to hopefully keep their positions.]

[This might look somewhat sexual to passersby.]

[somanytosofew]

[England growls just as angrily, dragging his hands down France's back, digging his nails in and twisting violently in France's grip. Anything to get the hysterical bastard off of him.]</small.