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[The 'Gear comes on, having recently taken an unscheduled trip across France's hotel room to meet the wall. A few seconds later, France comes onto the screen, adjusting it to take in his most epically displeased face.]

Germany and Prussia are gone. So is Spain. If anyone hears anything about the aforementioned missing three, please contact me. I have words for them.

[He clears his throat, looking somewhat more composed.]

Romano is now staying with us here in Goldenrod. Thank you, Merlin, for picking him up.

[He looks off the side, the anger dissipating completely.]

North Italy, Greed, and Ahiru are gone, too...

[France lets out a long, shaky sigh. The 'Gear drops and you get a nice view of France's hands covering his face before it lands upside down, and now you've got a nice view of the Goldenrod Hotel carpet.]

I had... a very strange dream...

The calendar says that three days have gone by. My left leg buckled when I tried to get up today, and my head feels like I've been hit with a sledgehammer.

Have I been ill?

When I woke, I... I thought...

I thought I could smell lilies...



[The 'Gear comes on to show Marianne's fuzzy red face. She looks worried, at least from the downturn of her dark eyes, before picking up the 'Gear. She brings it to an angle that captures France, who is lying in his bed in the Violet City Pokemon Center, staring listlessly at the ceiling. This is all the 'Gear picks up for a good few minutes before France turns his head slowly to the side, gazing with the same apathetic expression at Marianne and the 'Gear.]

Marianne...

[France sighs and sits up, a hand going briefly to the left side of his head and eyes fluttering as if the movement has made him dizzy. He reaches out and beckons Marianne over. The camera briefly catches France's two adopted Drifblims, Kai and Drifblim, and David hovering around the foot of the bed before it's switched off.]

[The camera fizzles on and the image blurs for a moment before focusing on... darkness.]

W-where...?

[The 'Gear wobbles, and France comes onto screen. He looks slightly singed, dazed, and confused, and the left side of his head is covered in blood, leaking steadily from his ear; he appears to have hit his head extremely hard somehow. Surprisingly, he isn't crying, probably in shock. He stares uncomprehendingly at the screen before the 'Gear drops unceremoniously to the ground, bouncing to land on its side upside-down. You can see France's feet--bare and the left heel scraped badly--weaving awkwardly around in confused circles.]

Hello?

A-anyone?

[France sits down, the camera only catching his left side and shoulder, where blood is starting to stain the white fabric of his chef's uniform jacket.]

Help... me...?