007 ⚜ Video ⚜ An apology

[paysdelamour]

[Francis comes on the communicators, a healthy glow on his cheeks that had been missing for the past few weeks - And despite all the scrapes and bags under his eyes from their ordeal, he looks more like he's supposed to. The only thing that looks completely unnatural is the frown Francis has on his face.]

Mesdames et messieurs... I feel I must apologize. I had no idea my plan would fail, and that all of us would be placed through... such horrid things.

[He pauses, looking guilty as he sort of shifts around.]

I apologize. For everything. For the boat, for our capture, for all the suffering you endured... désolé.

[Francis slowly reaches over to his nightstand, and takes what looks like a photograph into his hands. He stares down at it for a moment, before he sighs and looks back up.]

Anyone who has had their clothes torn or ruined because of this - I will fix them. If I cannot fix them, I will replace them myself. That is all.

[And he cuts off the feed.]

Comments

[paysdelamour]

Mais, it was my doing, in the end, even if indirectly.

Chérie... nat- people like me, we are supposed to protect everyone. We are, at least, part soldier. And as a soldier, it is always our duty to protect civilians. In a way, I am even supposed to protect my other soldiers.

[dreamsonwings]

You can say it; you're both after all.

And don't put all the blame on you then. We all did something in it so don't go saying sorry for something all of us wanted to be a part of.

1/2

[paysdelamour]

Both-

[He seems a bit surprised at her admission.]

... who told you?

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[paysdelamour]

... regardless, chérie, if I had not suggested it...

[dreamsonwings]

No one did. You started saying 'nation', right? So you're like Prussia-san. He told me he was a country when I first got here.

And stop that. Right now.

[paysdelamour]

Ah la la, it was Prussie who told you about what we are. Well, no matter - you know now. What is done is done, non? [A pause.] I know you are probably aware of this already, mais, I represent France. Francis, France... it is not so far of a stretch.

[dreamsonwings]

[There's a small noise of content on her end.]

So how many are here?

[paysdelamour]

Six, including myself. Prussie- [He decides it's best to use the English equivalents, because she is not familiar with French.] ... erm, Prussia, whom you have met... England, the angry one with the big eyebrows... America, the obnoxious one that lives with Prussia and England, the one with the glasses.

And then there is Spain, who is one of my best friends... and Portugal, his brother. He doesn't like me very much. [A bit of a smile.] And then... moi, naturellement.

[dreamsonwings]

I haven't met the others before but I bet they're very nice like you are.

[Wait until she meets America.]

[paysdelamour]

They are... well, they are polite, at least. [Some of them. Sometimes.] Mais, they are fun to be around, this much is certain.

[dreamsonwings]

That's important though when it comes to friends.

[Keep it like that, yes?]

[paysdelamour]

Well, sometimes, they are a bit more trouble than they are worth.

[dreamsonwings]

What do they do exactly?

[paysdelamour]

Oh, starting wars, blockades, and the like. And we are also our own people, aussi... alors, we bicker and fight just as people do.

[dreamsonwings]

Isn't there some way to get along?

[She hates fighting, ok?]

[paysdelamour]

Not when there are hundreds of years of conflict between you and someone. No matter how friendly we are to each other, too, something is eventually bound to go wrong. Espagne and I are best friends, and we have fought our fair share of wars over the years.

[Believe me, he does too.]

[dreamsonwings]

It's tough isn't it?

[paysdelamour]

Oui, it is. Mais, it is even tougher to be away from my homeland. Ever since we were brought here, things... simply do not feel the same. I feel as if I have been cut off from all of France... all of its people. It is... unnerving, to say the least.