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Two Nations Walk into a Flower Shop
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ttlyahero and of_france
Where: Goldenrod Flower Shop
When: December 13th
Summary: After playing phone-tag for a few days and then that weekend lost to the wind of 4th Wall, America and France finally meet up to talk about many happenings.
Rating: PG, most likely
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You never quite get used to waking up in a place where you didn't fall asleep.
Well, that wasn't quite right. France had gotten used to waking up in different places when traveling in a moving vehicle, driven by someone he trusted. There was still a part of France, however, that was firmly rooted in the times before trains, when riding had meant a horse and a saddle and bruises in unsightly places. Falling asleep on a horse could mean a broken neck, so it wasn't done. Camp would be made, and if you lay down to rest in one place and work up in another, you had most likely been robbed or kidnapped or both. France had had these things happen. It had never been a good thing.
Waking up on the top of the Goldenrod Department Store in the remains of a vending machine when the last he remembered he'd gone to bed in a nice hotel bed in Olivine City definitely tickled France's peculiar(ly large and obsessive) sense of paranoia. Goldenrod was not France's favorite city in Johto, not since loosing Canada here, not since he lost two other weekends besides the last here. He didn't dislike Goldenrod, though, not in the way he disliked New Bark Town, but he definitely distrusted the place a bit more than he distrusted Johto--and now this new country, Kanto--in general.
After checking into the Goldenrod City Hotel and getting his old chef's job back at the Restaurant, France turned his attention back to his 'Gear, feeling a little guilty for not doing this the day before. America and France had been playing phone tag since the middle of the week before, and it was high time that France picked the ball up again.
Sorry that I didn't contact you earlier! Have you been misplaced as well?
ttlyahero and of_franceWhere: Goldenrod Flower Shop
When: December 13th
Summary: After playing phone-tag for a few days and then that weekend lost to the wind of 4th Wall, America and France finally meet up to talk about many happenings.
Rating: PG, most likely
Log:
You never quite get used to waking up in a place where you didn't fall asleep.
Well, that wasn't quite right. France had gotten used to waking up in different places when traveling in a moving vehicle, driven by someone he trusted. There was still a part of France, however, that was firmly rooted in the times before trains, when riding had meant a horse and a saddle and bruises in unsightly places. Falling asleep on a horse could mean a broken neck, so it wasn't done. Camp would be made, and if you lay down to rest in one place and work up in another, you had most likely been robbed or kidnapped or both. France had had these things happen. It had never been a good thing.
Waking up on the top of the Goldenrod Department Store in the remains of a vending machine when the last he remembered he'd gone to bed in a nice hotel bed in Olivine City definitely tickled France's peculiar(ly large and obsessive) sense of paranoia. Goldenrod was not France's favorite city in Johto, not since loosing Canada here, not since he lost two other weekends besides the last here. He didn't dislike Goldenrod, though, not in the way he disliked New Bark Town, but he definitely distrusted the place a bit more than he distrusted Johto--and now this new country, Kanto--in general.
After checking into the Goldenrod City Hotel and getting his old chef's job back at the Restaurant, France turned his attention back to his 'Gear, feeling a little guilty for not doing this the day before. America and France had been playing phone tag since the middle of the week before, and it was high time that France picked the ball up again.
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One in particular was the horrid nightmare he had of waking up as a chicken. Honestly? He was glad hamburgers were his food of choice, as he suddenly wanted to never eat chicken again.
Luckily, he hadn't been shipped off to Ecruteak permanently though, instead, he was still working at the Breeding Centre from when he'd started... well, around the time he arrived at Goldenrod. It meant that he had somewhere to stay with people he knew, so this worked even better.
As soon as he got that text though, he made sure he replied right away.
It's no wonder he's so confused though, he wasn't shipped off to another city of Johto.
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Weird... Though uh, maybe 30 minutes to 45 minutes? So I could probably meet you at the Flower Shop?
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France makes his way over to the cashier and pays for the groceries, pulling his gloves on and ducking his chin into the scarf about his neck against the cold. Johto's weather is some of the most spastic he's ever experienced, but at least it had clear seasons.
About thirty-five minutes later, France arrives at the Flower Shop, lingering just inside the doorway. He has his Ninetales, Marianne, and his Umbreon, Thérèse, out of their pokeballs and at his side, partly because he senses they need some time out and about, and partly because he wants to show his strongest off.
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In the meantime, however, America gets side tracked by doing paperwork and filing... as well as making sure his Psyduck doesn't manage to kill itself doing something daft. When his shift ends though, he puts Psyduck away and just keeps his Growlithe out, and his Houndour.
When he steps outside he's wearing his usual two coats, scarf and two pairs of gloves. The cold air really doesn't go well with him. Even with all that clothing on he shivers as soon as he's outside. He's also using Growlithe as a heater, keeping him wrapped up in his arms to get warmth.
This time, there is no reply on the text - America just walks over to the Flower Shop as soon as he can and steps inside, giving France a wide smile when he sees him. It is nice to see him, after all.
"Hey!" He laughs and tries to wave, which is rather difficult with an arm full of Growlithe.
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France raises a hand, half in greeting, half to indicate America's attire.
"Are we going on an Arctic expedition, America?"
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He's just really cold.
Freezingly cold. Actually, he looks over at France's attire and half wonders how he isn't shivering all over the place. "How are you not dying with only that much on?"
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"I have a scarf," he answers, smirking slightly, "but we're indoors now. It's not so cold in here."
He can't help but snicker a little. "Are you using your poor pokemon as a hand warmer?"
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"He doesn't mind?" He looks very sheepish about this though - it's hard to not want to snuggle Jefferson though, he's warm and fluffy. Houndour just... barks a lot.
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"England has one of these. I doubt it has good a temperament, though."
He turns his full attention to America's face, a slight raise of an eyebrow.
"So, what was that message about last week?
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It all kind of... stops when America lets out a nervous laugh. "U-uh... It's probably not something to talk about here, y'know?"
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France blinks, glancing briefly at the few people who work in the Flower Shop and then back at America, keeping his voice light but his expression serious.
"Why don't we go back to my place? It's just myself at the moment in the hotel room."
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"If you're sure that's alright? I mean... it'd just be uh difficult to talk about it openly here." Unlike Francis though, he keeps smiling. It's partly because he's watching his Growlithe though, which enjoys attention far too much.
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"I've completed my shopping here, and it isn't polite the loiter. We can continue our conversation on our way there."
He beckons to Thérèse and Marianne who both move to flank him on each side. Marianne still glares at Jefferson, but Thérèse's gaze is focused in another manner.
"Besides," he says with a bit of a grin, "I am always the most gracious host."
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That and he doesn't want to be near Adams.
Predictable, much?
It doesn't help that Adams already started growling at Marianne. America nudges him with a foot though, towards the door.
It seems to stop the growling, and when he sees his trainer smiling at him, Adams yips and starts wagging it's tail.
"Does that mean I can eat at your place?" Why yes, he does want that.
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France can't help but roll his eyes, opening the door to the shop and stepping out.
"A gracious host always is able to cater to the comfort of his guest, no matter how big or small."
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Adams bolts out of the door in front when America opens the door, holding it open for France to walk through. He wasn't normally that polite, but given how much he was going to be babbling at the poor older nation all afternoon, he might as well be a little nice.
"Which way is it to the hotel anyway?" He hadn't been there, after ending up at the Breeding Center from such an early stage.
While he noticed Adams growling, he didn't notice the hostility from Marianne. Jefferson just yipped at them all anyway, rubbing it's face against America's arm for attention. Silly puppy.