route_1065 | Two Nations Walk into a Flower Shop

Who:

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
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.

Sorry that I didn't contact you earlier! Have you been misplaced as well?

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"It's cold!" He hasn't really left the house/breeding centre except to buy food, so no, of course not!

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?"

France blinks, looking down at himself before just rolling his eyes. He's dressed in the heavy black trench coat that came with his Veterans uniform that he received when he first arrived in Johto, dark-wash jeans tucked into black boots, and a black turtleneck.

"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?"

H-haha, he has to laugh as he's caught out, ducking his face to rest against the top of Growlithe's head. The Pokemon peeks up at him, tongue sticking out before--- Yup. It totally licks his cheek.

"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.

France makes a soft derisive sound, but it's in good humor. He reaches out to ruffle Jefferson's head.

"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?

As soon as France's hand goes near Jefferson he starts trying to lean forward to lick him now, America has to tighten his hold so it doesn't go toppling out of his hands. "He showed me on the video feed... thing." He does laugh at how excited Jefferson is though, if only because America seems to be so friendly with this new person.

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?"

France grins and scratches behind one of Jefferson's ears, oblivious to the fact that Marianne has all of her great well of jealous anger now focused on this interloper to her monopoly on France's affection. Thérèse is also watching Jefferson now, but her expression is hungry rather than angry.

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."

Luckily neither of them notice the jealous Pokemon, America's too busy being windscreen-wiped by his Growlithe's tail considering the fire Pokemon started wagging it at the attention.

"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.

France waves his hand in a vague gesture of dismissal before starting to put his scarf back on, tucking the ends inside of the breast of his coat.

"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."

"Ah, sure then." Jefferson ends up wiggling in his arms a little, but it's more to get comfortable again.

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.

Marianne gives Adams an ugly look, raising the right side of her lip enough to show the glint of teeth. Unlike America, France remains completely oblivious, and Marianne doesn't become any less hostile at Adams' change in demeanor. She lowers the lip, but her glare is worse than before.

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."

"So that's a yes?" Don't mind him while he looks pretty excited about that. Not to mention it saved him from getting food later on. He'd had a busy day so far.

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.

Two Nations Walk into a Flower Shop

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