three; [video]

[aristocravat]

[Austria is feeling a little... warm in his costume.. His doll's name? 'Fearful French King Lewis'.]

Bonjour? - [His expression changes suddenly:] Bonjour? Honestly, I do not know what has come over me. I apolo - [His voice trails off.]

[Quietly:] I ah...

[He shakes his head and continues quite shyly, and perhaps more importantly - in French.

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[crotchroses]

. . .

[He shuts off the video feed, takes a deep breath, then lets out a very frustrated scream and kicks the nearest wall.

Then the video is back again.]

Your Majest-- You French bast-- [DAMN THESE COSTUMES. DAMN THEM.]

Autriche!!

[aristocravat]

You are here after all.

[He looks puzzled.]

... are you well, France? You seem unsettled...

[He looks over his shoulder.]

I cannot see Austria...

[crotchroses]

[He puts his hands to his face. Oh God. His chip is out. He can't just ignore one of his--but this isn't one of his! And-- and the uniform! He's supposed to be British! That's how he's dressed! This French thing isn't his.

Right?

Oh God.

Oh God he wants to cry, but all he can do is stare in mild horror.]

I am a soldier of the British Empire.

[ w;A;w ]

[aristocravat]

[In German:] You? A soldier of the - [Cue a very Austria-like groan.] You are truly out of your mind, Frankre -

[Pause. French again.]

I know my country. You are no British soldier, France.

[Video]

[u_n_asplode]

[After some mostly random keysmashing, a cat appears on the other end. She's not really a sabertoothed cat, but she is stuck with attempting to manipulate objects with paws. Which was hard.

Talking was also hard, at least sometimes. She would forget how to talk at times and instead make some odd chirpy catlike sound.

Like she was now, peeeering at the man on the other side. Flandre still understood French! ...but there was just so much white.

--words. Yes. She should make them.]

I'm French!

[Video]

[aristocravat]

[Austria looks... more than mildly terrified.]

I-I...

You cannot be French! You are a... I...

[His face is very pale.

Well.

More pale than it had been with all the makeup. :|]

[Video]

[u_n_asplode]

[Had she been entirely real, her ears might have gone back. Scared thing. Scared thing, must ch--no, no, bad brain stop that.

Instead of fumbling with the buttons some more, she places one paw on the viewscreen, obscuring the device's camera with the dark pad.]

I am too!

[A huff.]

I'm talking to you in French.

[It's a wonder her voice hasn't sounded with a lisp yet, with those big teeth in the way.]

[Video]

[aristocravat]

[He still looks hardly convinced.]

I think... you should seek immediate medical treatment. Whether you are French or otherwise.

[He reminds himself that this creature is nowhere near him.]

voice;

[noblemen]

Arrr-- I mean! [ COUGH COUGH. ] Ahem. [ Look he can be prim and proper... ]

How nice, a King! The King of France. It might please you to know there's a good lot of your citizens waiting for you aboard the ship by the docks, if you'd like to come and meet them there?

I am, of course, their messenger. [ Meanwhile, Arthur is just trying to fathom how much alcohol he can acquire by holding this poofy fuck for ransom... ]

voice;

[aristocravat]

Honestly, you believe anyone is going to fall for that? [Scoff.

... He stares curiously at England.]

Is that so? Why have they sent an Englishman as a messenger? [He's not suspicious so much as confused.]

voice;

[noblemen]

Fall for what, your majesty?

[ Smiling smiling oh but he's trying so hard not to let Austria hear that smile... ]

Damn me, oop! Pardonne my... language, your majesty, but you see, the French are otherwise occupied. [ It's also really hard to bite back sardonic commentary but ok ] So I've been sent along to pass the message to you. Do with it what you will, though I doubt they'd take kindly to you, well... ignoring them, aye? [ Wow he sucks at not sounding like a pirate, though he's not trying very hard if he's honest. ]

voice;

[aristocravat]

I suppose there is... no harm in following you. It would not do to ignore the will of the people. [... haha right.

He still sounds unconvinced - however, he's lost and confused and more or less willing to take the advice of anyone at this point.]

[madamefatale]

[ There you are. She isn't sure why, but she's been looking all over for you. ]

You are looking for me, mon amour? [ There's a careful, practised smile on her lips. ]

(ooc: sorry this took so long darling ;;)

[aristocravat]

[He is slightly relieved. Only slightly. Somehow, she does always seem to complicate situations...]

A-ah, yes.

[madamefatale]

[ She smiles sweetly towards him over the video. ]

I have been looking for you everywhere, you know.

[aristocravat]

I was not hiding...

Where have you been?

[brotundbier]

[aristocravat]

I-I-

I am the King of France, perhaps you could make an exception?

[A pause.]

... what exactly am I stopping?

[brotundbier]

Nonsense!!! This is ridiculous. I demand that you cease this ridiculous blather.