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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.]

[France's hotel room door is left open, beckoning in visitors. If you happen in on him, he's probably reading, playing with his pokemon or Canada, or working on some sort of project.]



Private Text to Envy (dated the night before)
I'm in Goldenrod now. You wanted to be the first to know. ;3



Public Text
I've made it to Goldenrod! Now working at the Goldenrod City Restaurant as a chef from ten in the morning until three in the afternoon. Come visit me! 8D



Private Text to Miles Edgeworth
I want to meet my little brother! When are you free? Or you can come by my room; the door's open!



Private Text to Greed
We should get together. You mentioned a bar...? 83



Private Text to Cecil
When can we meet up and go shopping? 8D

[The 'Gear comes on to catch the final moments of a light brown and white egg's existence before the minutely-cracked shell suddenly explodes the glittery light of a hatching -]



[France's squeal is extremely loud and he appears on the screen, obviously handing off the 'Gear to one of his pokemon; by the off-the-ground angle, it's probably either Kai or Drifblim. France is all ready with a towel, but there's no residue like traditional egg hatchings, so he just scoops up the tiny Eevee, cooing at a pitch that can probably only be heard by very young children, bats, and small dogs. The Eevee seems to automatically adore France, yipping and barking happily in response to his voice.]

[It takes a minute or five, but France eventually remembers that the 'Gear is on. France turns back to it, showing off his newest pokemon quite proudly.]

I've decided to name her Thérèse. She and Marianne--yes, Marianne, you can come over here now.



[And, instead of the Vulpix most people are probably used to seeing either following France faithfully or attacking wild pokemon that dare to come within her jumping range, a sleek and regal-looking Ninetales makes her way onto the screen to examine this... new addition. She seems rather torn on whether or not Thérèse is a good thing or not. France, as usual, is totally oblivious, and the feed closes off with Thérèse and Marianne staring at each other intently.]



[Private Text to Cecil]

Thank you so much for the Fire Stone! It worked it's magic on Marianne and made her even more beautiful than before! ♥

[The 'Gear comes on pointing upwards and unfocused. It's safe to say that this is probably Marianne's fault.]

[If you happen to come across France, he's sitting underneath one of the bazillion springs of mistletoe in the Violet City Pokemon Center with his pokemon all gathered around him. Kai, Drifblim, and David all look rather curious, and Marianne looks... distracted by the mistletoe overhead. He had rushed to the counter upon waking because of the sudden appearance of a mystery egg in his bed. It looks something like this:]



[He's now been assured that it is, in fact, his to keep. A small, warm Eevee egg of unknown origins, but France doesn't look like he's about to question it. Actually, quite the opposite. He's got a calm, almost drugged expression on his face, and the Eevee egg is wrapped in a swath of white fleece as he cradles it in his arms. He looks very, very happy and, if you come close or happen to catch the faint sound on the feed, you would hear France singing from the carol Ah! Quel grand mystère! (O! What a great mystery!) to the egg in his arms.]

Ah! Quel grand mystère!
Dieu se fait enfant.
Il descend sur terre,
Lui, le tout-puissant!
C’est bien le Messie,
Roi de l’univers,
Qui nous rend la vie
En brisant nos fers.