I made it from lavander~! Alice was very nice to teach moi~!
Ah oui maman, I shall be with you shortly. ((after checking her backlog))
Mon dieu, there must be so many~! Why don't you check it beside maman, while I read through some files~!?
E-ehm, alright then
looks good. Can I pop in?
Oui~! I shall wait for you~!
Like come in here like you did before Monsieur Lukas~!?
Ja. I'll teleport. So the tea is still good.
Go ahead, but please do not break any of my furniture~!?
I won't bring denmark then
{teleports to the balcony}
{Norway landed on her lap}
((
@ the scream))
get him out~! get him out~!
panting after running up the stairs Wha-ehm?!
[A bit woozy from the scream and hangs his body on her}
M-monsieur Lukas is here?
take him out from moi, ma petit fille~! I'm going to faint~!
Ah, ehm a-alright (still confused at the "how") If you would please, monsieur..
no...no...no...no...non~! do not sleep~!
{looks at Meg, while hanging on to Francine}
Ah...p-please get off maman
I got tired of all the screaming
Ah! maman!
Did she really just faint.
(I meant this btw:
)
Ah, instead of just asking monsieur....it might be better if you got off her first...
its not...pushes her head forward and opens her eyes...
{Francine's head hit his}
Take him out of ma lap petit fille~! He hurt maman~!
Ah..oui! (pulls the monsieur away from maman, with the reluctant help of Marie)
{feels like his leg is being pulled to the other direction}
Please, I insist that you sit here instead (sighs and dumps him onto an adjacent chair)
{breaths heavily and fakes a fainting spell}
M...Merci ma petit fille~!
Are you alright now, maman?
Sorry about that, Denmark was insisting on coming, and while teleporting, he was pulling on my clothes
I shot out of the portal and into your lap I suppose
Mon dieu~! You should take safer ways of travel, like plane
....I...I see
Oui~! That's how I got acquainted with this one.
{pulls her daughter closer to her}
flying by air takes long. And Gilberta is resting.
So I had to teleport. It would have been good if it wasn't for the idiot.
{extends his right arm towards Meg} Lukas Thomassen.
You must be Francine's lover
Ehm, non....monsieur, you are mistaken
NON~! He is not here right now~!
I don't see the resemblance.
so your lover is not here right now eh?
{reminds himself to inform Australia about this}
Ah, oui~! But we both look beautiful, oui~!?
E-ehm? (feeling both very confused and embarrassed)
a....h oui, he's not here right now~!
(I didn't say it was Australia)
beautiful... you don't look like bunnies...
bunnies?
Ja. Bunnies are beautiful
{drinks the glass of tea}
and you don't look like bunnies... so...beauty... I'm not sure
Ah...b-but bears are also cute
How dare you insult moi this way again~! I need to buy glasses for you~!
(pours a new glass for her daughter and herself)
My eyes are perfectly fine. Its yours that need work
Where is my saber~! Where did I leave it~!?
Or better yet, where is ma frere's broad sword~!?
wolves are so much cuter.
panics Ah! No, maman, please don't...he is still a guest
listen to your daughter Francine. Stop playing your romance games with me.
meanwhile Marie drags the sword
I shall slice him in half~!
Good Marie~!
{readies her saber}
Ah! Marie why?
{points his wand} Are you sure you want to do this? I won't hesitate just because you are a girl
Oui~! I will slice you in tiny pieces and serve you to the birds and to Louis~!
Monsieur, maman, please stop, both of you!
but he has insulted moi~! And he insults Marie's cuteness~!
I didn't insult you. I just said you weren't beautiful.
....please don't aggravate maman more, monsieur
You are just not beautiful in my eyes, that's all.
you are the one who invited yourself here, in the first place, oui? So please respect your hostess at least.
And you said my nose was fake~!
I respect her. I just don't think she is as pretty as she thinks
you are making things worse...
I am the most beautiful of the european nations, and you don't find me beautiful~!?
well if it makes you feel better, if there's nothing else but nations to compare with. I guess you can say you are beautiful.
but as long as there are bunnies...and Iceland. You can't.
It seems the monsieur's tastes are....different
Oui, lets just say it is~!
(falls to the chair shaking as her saber rests on her lap}
{looks at her petit fille} you think I am the most beautiful, non~!?
hands maman her cup of tea Let us simply enjoy the tea and cake, oui?
now, your the ones insulting me
Oui!
sighs in relief and gives Marie her share too
I bought some buttercream cake
What a large cake Monsieur eyes need a check up Lukas~!
of course. i wouldn't come here without sharing anything in exchange of the tea
I suppose, there is some advantage to
magic transport...
Marie seems to heartily agree also
Lets taste this then. I hope it is good~!
Of course it is. I am the best cook in all of Europe
(not again...)
You cook the best in all of europe~!?
(breathes heavily and clutches her saber) stop me ma petit fille~! Stop me~!
Marie continues to stuff cakes in her mouth
Mon dieu~! What a spunky guest we have~!
nervous laugh it would seem so...
whispers I've never lusted for blood til now~! Perhaps it is because of all the training, oui~!?
E-ehm...perhaps..... Would you like me to take that sword back?
ah oui~! I have no need of it now~! Merci ma petit fille~! blows kisses
Always call the french beautiful or good cooks. Lesson learned