log; make the best of tough situations.
Who: France come2niichan and Belgium bellabelgium
What: Figuring out why France's hair got short out of nowhere and what to do about it over a cup of hot chocolate mmm.
Where: the S.S. Pasta.
When: A couple days ago.
Rating: G
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Belgium: *is in the galley on her own ship preparing a small pot of hot chocolate on the stove and making sure to keep a keen eye on it since it's for FRANCIS and he has a more delicate palette than most*
France: *has practically ran from his ship to hers, wanting to avoid certain idiots mocking him about his hair* *walks in, calling out* Belle?
Belgium: *turns around with a cheerful smile upon hearing that familiar voice call her name only to almost drop her ladle in surprise* *it has a much different effect when you see it in person* B-Bonjour, Francis--
France: *pouts a little, dropping his head just slightly* It's horrible, isn't it?? I tried to fix it with some hair wax, but it's not the same...
Belgium: *gives her head a small, apologetic shake* N-Non! It's just... it's so different. *turns down the heat on the stove and sets her ladle down on the counter before making her way towards him*
France: *takes his hand up to touch his hair for about the fifteenth time in the last two minutes* ... *remains convinced it looks awful*
Belgium: Well don't mess with it too much... *curls her fingers around his wrist and gently pulls his hand away* You might mess it up.
France: *blinks before letting his hand drop, frowning* Alright...
Belgium: *gives him a helpless look before offering him a smile* W-We'll figure out what to do with it. Don't worry. *is quiet for a moment before giving his hand a squeeze* Your hot chocolate is almost ready.
France: *could already sense the scent in the air when he walked in, but only now is he paying more attention to it* Ah, oui? It smells so nice~
Belgium: *gives his hand a tug* Come sit down. I'll fix you some. *leads him towards the table*
France: *lets her take him along, sitting down at the table*
Belgium: *gives him a cheerful smile before turning around and rummaging through some cabinets for two mugs*
France: *smiles back, propping his elbows on the table and watching her as she gets their drinks ready*
Belgium: *gives her secret mix one last quick stir before ladling two steaming mugs of chocolate* Would you like anything with it?
France: No, that's just perfect. *grins*
Belgium: Okay. *turns off the range and takes the small pot off the heat before walking over to the table with two warm mugs in her hand* *offers him the one with more* Hot chocolate is the best way to cheer someone up, in my opinion.
France: *takes the mug, sniffing on it and letting out a pleased sound* Mmm, that is because yours is wonderful.
Belgium: *takes the seat beside him, smiling into her own mug at the compliment* Well it should be. You helped me perfect it. *brings the mug to her lips and takes a cautious sip*
France: *smirks at her* Nothing better than a French touch to things... *takes a small sip too, inwardly scowling at how hot it is but not minding it much*
Belgium: *blinks at the heat before setting her mug down, it's still much too hot to drink* Well, considering my blood I'd say everything I do gets a French touch, oui?
France: *will wait for his drink to cool off too, but doesn't put it down* Why, yes of course. That is why you are so wonderful, ma Belle.
Belgium: *smiles again, her gaze cast down at the tables as she absently plays at her mug* You flatter me, Francis... b-but you aren't here to talk about me.
France: *chuckles, blowing into his chocolate* Don't be silly. All occasions are good to talk about pretty people such as yourself. *...or me*
Belgium: *gives him a look* Well if we're going to do that we may as well talk about you and what we're going to do about your hair.
France: *sighs in DESPAIR* *sets the mug down on the table, taking a hand up to his hair again* I have no idea... Is there really anything I can do?
Belgium: *reaches a hand up as well, fingers brushing what's left of his hair only to make a small face when she feels the sticky hair wax* Oh... well maybe we should wash out that wax first. *ick*
France: *alright, might've used a little too much of that* ...oops. I guess you're right.
Belgium: *subtly wipes her fingers off on her skirt* How much did you put in there?
France: ...a lot. *probably half a bottle of it*
Belgium: ...
Belgium: Ever here the phrase "A little goes a long way"?
France: ...yes. *pouts*
Belgium: *smiles* We can go to my bathroom and wash it out in the sink.
France: Alright... *looks over at the mugs sitting on the table* And in the meantime, we can leave the chocolate to cool off long enough for us to drink.
Belgium: I'd suggest bringing them to my room to cool though. You never know if Lovino or Spain will walk past and think it's there for them. *pushes herself out of her chair*
France: *quickly grabs both mugs before they pop out of somewhere* Yes, you're right. *gets up too*
Belgium: *laughs softly* Come on. My room is this way. *leads him out of the kitchen and down the hall*
France: *follows suit, carefully as to not spill any of the chocolate*
Belgium: *has FAITH that he won't spill* *finally leads them to a door and opens it for him, leading him into her room*
France: *obviously has expertise on carrying all sorts of food, so he doesn't let even a drop fall off the mugs* *walks into the room once she opens the door, carefully putting the drinks down on the desk*
Belgium: *so impressive, France* Thank you. The bathroom is right through there. I'll get your some fresh towels.
France: Merci. *walks into the bathroom, moving to the sink and turning the tap water on*
Belgium: *leaves the room for a few moments, returning quickly with two towels in hand before making her way into the bathroom and setting them on the sink beside him* *leans against the doorframe* So what do you think happened?
France: I have no idea. It was really strange... *keeps talking as he bends over to the sink a little, trying to splash some water on his hair with his hands* One second I had my long hair, and the next, it was... just gone.
Belgium: But that's impossible. It can't just disappear like that. *watches him for a moment* Do you need help?
France: I swear, Belle! I was just lying there, and when I sat up, it was like this! *sighs, glancing over at her* ...please?
Belgium: Lying where? *gives him a curious look as she walks over, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and easing his head under the running water*
France: On a nice grassy area near the spr-- grhguhrg *his speech is lost underneath the water for a second* *pulls his head away just enough to let him speak, his eyes closed* --near that nice... spring or lake on the island... Did you see it?
Belgium: *eases his head back out after his hair has been soaked through, reaching in the nearby shower for her shampoo and squeezing a small amount in her hand before beginning to lather it up* A spring? *thinks for a long moment* ...yes, I think Lovino and I came across one.
France: *takes a hand up to rub on his eyes, opening them for a moment as she fetches the shampoo* Oui, bon... I decided to try the water and then I was a bit tired so I just lied there... and then my hair was like this! *points at his own head*
Belgium: *rakes her shampoo-y hands through his hair, making sure to get it everywhere before beginning to scrub gently* You know... now that I think about it, Lovino stopped for a drink as well...
France: Mmhm... *isn't really making the connection right now, just focusing on keeping his eyes closed to prevent getting any shampoo in his eyes*
Belgium: *is careful not to let any drip into his eyes as well* *after a few long minutes of scrubbing she rinses off her hands and eases him back under the running water* Almost done...
France: *takes a deep breath before letting his head under the water again*
Belgium: *makes quick work of rinsing out the shampoo, still being careful not to get any in his eyes or on his clothes as she rinses the hair on the back of his head* *after a few moments she's done and shaking open a fresh towel for him* There. I think it's all out now.
France: *keeps his head down to avoid wetting his clothes, grabbing the towel and drying off his hair now* Merci, Belle.
Belgium: *uses the other to dry off his hands* It's no problem. Anything for you.
France: *once he's done, he takes the towel away from his hair, straightening his back again to look at her* How is it now? *notices that the bangs are so short that don't even reach his eyes, and he curses inwardly*
Belgium: Clean. Though, you still don't look very happy.
France: It's just... *runs a hand through his hair* It's so short...
Belgium: *reaches up to touch it as well* ...it's still very soft though.
France: Yes, I know... *leans down a bit as she reaches up* Thank God for that!
Belgium: *s-so soft ;__;* *continues to play with it for a moment before finally willing herself to pull her hand away* Should we see what we can do with it?
France: *was actually enjoying that... oh well* Alright. Please.
Belgium: *she doesn't want to cross any boundaries* Did you have any particular ideas in mind?
France: No, not really. I was more worried thinking how could I get my hair back.
Belgium: It'll grow back. It has to. But until then... *starts rummaging through the very few hair products she has, trying to figure out what might be best for this situation* We may as well make the most of what you've got.
France: *nods in agreement, peeking over her shoulder to check her hair products* Sounds like a good idea.
Belgium: *looks down at the different labels with a furrowed brow* I have mousse. Maybe we should give this a try?
France: Oui, it can work in a short hair like this...
Belgium: *reads the back of the bottle before reluctantly handing it over* Here.
France: *takes it, smiling* Merci. *pauses for a second* Do you have a hairdryer? It might be easier to work with dry hair.
Belgium: *lightbulb* M-Maybe you should let it air dry instead... *looking for excuses to touch it some more*
France: *blinks at her then shrugs, grinning* Sure, why not? We still have the chocolate to drink anyway.
Belgium: *nods* It should be much cooler by now. *turns and walks back into the room*
France: *puts the mousse down on the sink and walks back into the room after her*
Belgium: *walks over to the desk to grab her mug, noting that the cup is a little cooler now before taking another tentative sip* *gives a nod* Oh yes. It's much cooler now.
France: *grins, grabbing his own mug* Great! *takes a small sip, then a longer one*
Belgium: *before she knows it, half her mug is gone...* *takes a seat on her bed* How is it?
France: *sighs contentedly after drinking half the mug* It's... *pauses* ...delicious as usual.
Belgium: *eyes narrow* You paused...
France: *laughs, sitting down next to her* I was just joking, ma Belle.
Belgium: Yeah, you better be joking if you know what's good for you...
France: *cringes* O-of course I was joking!! *mumbles* You know if it wasn't good I'd be the first to tell you...
Belgium: *gives him a playful poke with her foot* I'd expect it.
France: *smiles, taking the mug up to his lips again*
Belgium: *casts her eyes up at his cropped hair once more* It looks so fluffy now that all the wax has been washed out.
France: *groans in annoyance, thankful that he can't see his own hair* ... I don't even want to know.
Belgium: Oh Francis... don't make that face. It doesn't suit you. *gently places her mug back on the desk and reaches up to rake her hands through it again*
France: Well, this hair doesn't suit me either! *leans his head down a little anyway as she reaches up*
Belgium: You should know by now that you can make anything look good. *so... friggin'... soft*
France: ... *alright, he has to agree with that* *nods, a smug smirk on his lips* Bon, yes, that's also true.
Belgium: *gives him a small smile, an amused laugh escaping her as she continues to gently play with his new short hair*
France: *finishes his mug quietly, sighing because those hands feel kind of good in his short hair*
Belgium: *gets caught up in the softness for a few long moments, thinking his hair feels a lot like the fur from those very soft teddy bears you sometimes see before she finally comes back to her senses* Ah-- I'm sorry, Francis. I hope I'm not annoying you.
France: No, not at all... *chuckles, putting the empty mug down on the table*
Belgium: It's just so soft... I can't help myself. *likes the way it feels against her fingers*
France: It's as soft as it is when it's long... *takes a hand up to touch it anyway*
Belgium: I know, but the short hair feels nice on my fingers. *smiles, her hand playing at the very short hair on the back of his head*
France: Well, yes, short hair does feel rather nice... *shivers a bit when she touches the hair on the back of his neck* That tickles.
Belgium: *laughs softly* Sorry. *tilts her head a little as she continues* ...I vaguely remember you playing with my hair like this when I was younger.
France: Bon, you had really nice hair... *runs his fingers through his hair again, slowly* You still do, of course.
Belgium: Hm, it's nothing like yours.
France: *smirks* Well...
Belgium: *laughs again, giving her head a helpless shake* So vain, Francis...
France: I can't help that I'm pretty! *it's true*
Belgium: *indeed* But you don't need to gloat.
France: *pouts* Alright, but I'm not. I was just agreeing.
Belgium: *hums in understanding and continues to play*
France: *rests his hands back on the bed, leaning his weight back just a little*
Belgium: *sighs contently* I could do this forever...
France: Hopefully my hair won't stay like this for that long...
Belgium: Of course not. But still...
France: Well, for now I guess it's alright. *shrugs, smiling at her*
Belgium: *smiles back* Should I stop?
France: If you want to. I don't really mind. *quite the contrary*
Belgium: I'm only asking for your sake. Like I said, I could play with it forever.
France: *chuckles, leaning close to plant a small kiss on her cheek*
Belgium: *flushes in surprise before offering him a small, confused smile* What was that for?
France: Nothing in particular. *grins* I just felt like it.
Belgium: That sounds a lot like someone else we both know...
France: ... *his eye twitches a little, but still grinning* I did not mean to.
Belgium: *laughs softly* Gilbert and Antonio are a bad influence on you. Or is it the other way around?
France: No! No one is influencing anyone. We're all very different. *...mostly*
Belgium: I know you are... but you're all very similar as well.
France: Are not! *glances over at her curiously* ...how so?
Belgium: Well, you're all very distinguished and experienced, you've all fathered colonies who are all very successful nations now, you've all had a very strong influence on the world, you're all...eccentric in your own right, all three of you manage to drive Austria crazy...
France: *smirks, nodding in approval, mostly at the last part* Well, I guess you're right.
Belgium: And you've all got me. *offers him a cheerful smile*
France: *nods again, smiling back* True too.
Belgium: Not that I play with anyone else’s hair like this.
France: Well, I suppose I'm just special.
Belgium: Or...maybe you just have the softest hair. Either or, really.
France: Or that, oui. Though... *pauses*
Belgium: Hm? *looks down at him curiously*
France: Gilbert's hair is not really... that bad, I suppose.
Belgium: Gilbert's hair?
France: Oui. It looks really bad sometimes but it's a lot softer...
Belgium: *ponders this* ...hm. Well I suppose, though to be honest, I've never really thought about it.
France: *nods, closing his eyes* I'm telling you, it's true.
Belgium: I believe you. I may have to see for myself.
France: *smiles* You do that, ma Belle.
Belgium: *lifts an eyebrow* What's that smile all about?
France: *arches an eyebrow at her* What smile?
Belgium: *sighs and shakes her head* Nothing. Nevermind.
France: ...alright.
Belgium: *is quiet for a few minutes as she continues to play at his short hair, thinking back to what they were talking about earlier in the bathroom* So you said that you were sleeping by that spring on the island, right?
France: Oui, exactly.
Belgium: And I remember that Lovino stopped for a drink while we were out. I wonder if Italy and Japan did as well while we weren't looking.
France: Well, even if they did, I didn't drink from the water.
Belgium: ...well, how close were you to it?
France: ... *pauses* ...pretty close.
Belgium: Could you hair have been touching it?
France: Yes, it was definitely touching it...
Belgium: Francis...maybe it's the water.
France: ...maybe. *groans* Oh, mon Dieu...
Belgium: Oh lord, it has to have been. Lovino drank from the spring and suddenly he's all backwards... your hair got wet and then suddenly it's gone. It makes sense, doesn't it?
France: Yes, you're right!! It's probably the water...
Belgium: *lets out a deep sigh, grateful that they may have figured it out and that they at least have an explanation for what's been going on around here* *gives her head an exasperated shake* This world never ceases to astound me with its absurdity. We have to go tell Ludwig and Arthur.
France: Wait!! But-- *winces a little* ...what if there is no solution?? Will my hair be like this now?!
Belgium: *looks over at him, her eyes glancing up towards his short hair* Well, we won't know for sure unless we tell the others. Maybe one of them will have an idea to set things right.
France: *nods vigorously, honestly hoping she's right* Yes, of course. Someone will have an idea of what to do.
Belgium: I'm sure they will. *gives him a reassuring smile*
France: Yes! *grins, looking at her* So, should we go tell them now?
Belgium: The sooner the better! *shifts and pushes herself off the bed*
France: *gets up too, a bit more hopeful now* Yes, let's go!
Belgium: *takes his wrist in his hand and pulls them hastily out the door*
France: *is dragged-!*
Belgium: *at the speed of light!*
What: Figuring out why France's hair got short out of nowhere and what to do about it over a cup of hot chocolate mmm.
Where: the S.S. Pasta.
When: A couple days ago.
Rating: G
***
Belgium: *is in the galley on her own ship preparing a small pot of hot chocolate on the stove and making sure to keep a keen eye on it since it's for FRANCIS and he has a more delicate palette than most*
France: *has practically ran from his ship to hers, wanting to avoid certain idiots mocking him about his hair* *walks in, calling out* Belle?
Belgium: *turns around with a cheerful smile upon hearing that familiar voice call her name only to almost drop her ladle in surprise* *it has a much different effect when you see it in person* B-Bonjour, Francis--
France: *pouts a little, dropping his head just slightly* It's horrible, isn't it?? I tried to fix it with some hair wax, but it's not the same...
Belgium: *gives her head a small, apologetic shake* N-Non! It's just... it's so different. *turns down the heat on the stove and sets her ladle down on the counter before making her way towards him*
France: *takes his hand up to touch his hair for about the fifteenth time in the last two minutes* ... *remains convinced it looks awful*
Belgium: Well don't mess with it too much... *curls her fingers around his wrist and gently pulls his hand away* You might mess it up.
France: *blinks before letting his hand drop, frowning* Alright...
Belgium: *gives him a helpless look before offering him a smile* W-We'll figure out what to do with it. Don't worry. *is quiet for a moment before giving his hand a squeeze* Your hot chocolate is almost ready.
France: *could already sense the scent in the air when he walked in, but only now is he paying more attention to it* Ah, oui? It smells so nice~
Belgium: *gives his hand a tug* Come sit down. I'll fix you some. *leads him towards the table*
France: *lets her take him along, sitting down at the table*
Belgium: *gives him a cheerful smile before turning around and rummaging through some cabinets for two mugs*
France: *smiles back, propping his elbows on the table and watching her as she gets their drinks ready*
Belgium: *gives her secret mix one last quick stir before ladling two steaming mugs of chocolate* Would you like anything with it?
France: No, that's just perfect. *grins*
Belgium: Okay. *turns off the range and takes the small pot off the heat before walking over to the table with two warm mugs in her hand* *offers him the one with more* Hot chocolate is the best way to cheer someone up, in my opinion.
France: *takes the mug, sniffing on it and letting out a pleased sound* Mmm, that is because yours is wonderful.
Belgium: *takes the seat beside him, smiling into her own mug at the compliment* Well it should be. You helped me perfect it. *brings the mug to her lips and takes a cautious sip*
France: *smirks at her* Nothing better than a French touch to things... *takes a small sip too, inwardly scowling at how hot it is but not minding it much*
Belgium: *blinks at the heat before setting her mug down, it's still much too hot to drink* Well, considering my blood I'd say everything I do gets a French touch, oui?
France: *will wait for his drink to cool off too, but doesn't put it down* Why, yes of course. That is why you are so wonderful, ma Belle.
Belgium: *smiles again, her gaze cast down at the tables as she absently plays at her mug* You flatter me, Francis... b-but you aren't here to talk about me.
France: *chuckles, blowing into his chocolate* Don't be silly. All occasions are good to talk about pretty people such as yourself. *...or me*
Belgium: *gives him a look* Well if we're going to do that we may as well talk about you and what we're going to do about your hair.
France: *sighs in DESPAIR* *sets the mug down on the table, taking a hand up to his hair again* I have no idea... Is there really anything I can do?
Belgium: *reaches a hand up as well, fingers brushing what's left of his hair only to make a small face when she feels the sticky hair wax* Oh... well maybe we should wash out that wax first. *ick*
France: *alright, might've used a little too much of that* ...oops. I guess you're right.
Belgium: *subtly wipes her fingers off on her skirt* How much did you put in there?
France: ...a lot. *probably half a bottle of it*
Belgium: ...
Belgium: Ever here the phrase "A little goes a long way"?
France: ...yes. *pouts*
Belgium: *smiles* We can go to my bathroom and wash it out in the sink.
France: Alright... *looks over at the mugs sitting on the table* And in the meantime, we can leave the chocolate to cool off long enough for us to drink.
Belgium: I'd suggest bringing them to my room to cool though. You never know if Lovino or Spain will walk past and think it's there for them. *pushes herself out of her chair*
France: *quickly grabs both mugs before they pop out of somewhere* Yes, you're right. *gets up too*
Belgium: *laughs softly* Come on. My room is this way. *leads him out of the kitchen and down the hall*
France: *follows suit, carefully as to not spill any of the chocolate*
Belgium: *has FAITH that he won't spill* *finally leads them to a door and opens it for him, leading him into her room*
France: *obviously has expertise on carrying all sorts of food, so he doesn't let even a drop fall off the mugs* *walks into the room once she opens the door, carefully putting the drinks down on the desk*
Belgium: *so impressive, France* Thank you. The bathroom is right through there. I'll get your some fresh towels.
France: Merci. *walks into the bathroom, moving to the sink and turning the tap water on*
Belgium: *leaves the room for a few moments, returning quickly with two towels in hand before making her way into the bathroom and setting them on the sink beside him* *leans against the doorframe* So what do you think happened?
France: I have no idea. It was really strange... *keeps talking as he bends over to the sink a little, trying to splash some water on his hair with his hands* One second I had my long hair, and the next, it was... just gone.
Belgium: But that's impossible. It can't just disappear like that. *watches him for a moment* Do you need help?
France: I swear, Belle! I was just lying there, and when I sat up, it was like this! *sighs, glancing over at her* ...please?
Belgium: Lying where? *gives him a curious look as she walks over, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder and easing his head under the running water*
France: On a nice grassy area near the spr-- grhguhrg *his speech is lost underneath the water for a second* *pulls his head away just enough to let him speak, his eyes closed* --near that nice... spring or lake on the island... Did you see it?
Belgium: *eases his head back out after his hair has been soaked through, reaching in the nearby shower for her shampoo and squeezing a small amount in her hand before beginning to lather it up* A spring? *thinks for a long moment* ...yes, I think Lovino and I came across one.
France: *takes a hand up to rub on his eyes, opening them for a moment as she fetches the shampoo* Oui, bon... I decided to try the water and then I was a bit tired so I just lied there... and then my hair was like this! *points at his own head*
Belgium: *rakes her shampoo-y hands through his hair, making sure to get it everywhere before beginning to scrub gently* You know... now that I think about it, Lovino stopped for a drink as well...
France: Mmhm... *isn't really making the connection right now, just focusing on keeping his eyes closed to prevent getting any shampoo in his eyes*
Belgium: *is careful not to let any drip into his eyes as well* *after a few long minutes of scrubbing she rinses off her hands and eases him back under the running water* Almost done...
France: *takes a deep breath before letting his head under the water again*
Belgium: *makes quick work of rinsing out the shampoo, still being careful not to get any in his eyes or on his clothes as she rinses the hair on the back of his head* *after a few moments she's done and shaking open a fresh towel for him* There. I think it's all out now.
France: *keeps his head down to avoid wetting his clothes, grabbing the towel and drying off his hair now* Merci, Belle.
Belgium: *uses the other to dry off his hands* It's no problem. Anything for you.
France: *once he's done, he takes the towel away from his hair, straightening his back again to look at her* How is it now? *notices that the bangs are so short that don't even reach his eyes, and he curses inwardly*
Belgium: Clean. Though, you still don't look very happy.
France: It's just... *runs a hand through his hair* It's so short...
Belgium: *reaches up to touch it as well* ...it's still very soft though.
France: Yes, I know... *leans down a bit as she reaches up* Thank God for that!
Belgium: *s-so soft ;__;* *continues to play with it for a moment before finally willing herself to pull her hand away* Should we see what we can do with it?
France: *was actually enjoying that... oh well* Alright. Please.
Belgium: *she doesn't want to cross any boundaries* Did you have any particular ideas in mind?
France: No, not really. I was more worried thinking how could I get my hair back.
Belgium: It'll grow back. It has to. But until then... *starts rummaging through the very few hair products she has, trying to figure out what might be best for this situation* We may as well make the most of what you've got.
France: *nods in agreement, peeking over her shoulder to check her hair products* Sounds like a good idea.
Belgium: *looks down at the different labels with a furrowed brow* I have mousse. Maybe we should give this a try?
France: Oui, it can work in a short hair like this...
Belgium: *reads the back of the bottle before reluctantly handing it over* Here.
France: *takes it, smiling* Merci. *pauses for a second* Do you have a hairdryer? It might be easier to work with dry hair.
Belgium: *lightbulb* M-Maybe you should let it air dry instead... *looking for excuses to touch it some more*
France: *blinks at her then shrugs, grinning* Sure, why not? We still have the chocolate to drink anyway.
Belgium: *nods* It should be much cooler by now. *turns and walks back into the room*
France: *puts the mousse down on the sink and walks back into the room after her*
Belgium: *walks over to the desk to grab her mug, noting that the cup is a little cooler now before taking another tentative sip* *gives a nod* Oh yes. It's much cooler now.
France: *grins, grabbing his own mug* Great! *takes a small sip, then a longer one*
Belgium: *before she knows it, half her mug is gone...* *takes a seat on her bed* How is it?
France: *sighs contentedly after drinking half the mug* It's... *pauses* ...delicious as usual.
Belgium: *eyes narrow* You paused...
France: *laughs, sitting down next to her* I was just joking, ma Belle.
Belgium: Yeah, you better be joking if you know what's good for you...
France: *cringes* O-of course I was joking!! *mumbles* You know if it wasn't good I'd be the first to tell you...
Belgium: *gives him a playful poke with her foot* I'd expect it.
France: *smiles, taking the mug up to his lips again*
Belgium: *casts her eyes up at his cropped hair once more* It looks so fluffy now that all the wax has been washed out.
France: *groans in annoyance, thankful that he can't see his own hair* ... I don't even want to know.
Belgium: Oh Francis... don't make that face. It doesn't suit you. *gently places her mug back on the desk and reaches up to rake her hands through it again*
France: Well, this hair doesn't suit me either! *leans his head down a little anyway as she reaches up*
Belgium: You should know by now that you can make anything look good. *so... friggin'... soft*
France: ... *alright, he has to agree with that* *nods, a smug smirk on his lips* Bon, yes, that's also true.
Belgium: *gives him a small smile, an amused laugh escaping her as she continues to gently play with his new short hair*
France: *finishes his mug quietly, sighing because those hands feel kind of good in his short hair*
Belgium: *gets caught up in the softness for a few long moments, thinking his hair feels a lot like the fur from those very soft teddy bears you sometimes see before she finally comes back to her senses* Ah-- I'm sorry, Francis. I hope I'm not annoying you.
France: No, not at all... *chuckles, putting the empty mug down on the table*
Belgium: It's just so soft... I can't help myself. *likes the way it feels against her fingers*
France: It's as soft as it is when it's long... *takes a hand up to touch it anyway*
Belgium: I know, but the short hair feels nice on my fingers. *smiles, her hand playing at the very short hair on the back of his head*
France: Well, yes, short hair does feel rather nice... *shivers a bit when she touches the hair on the back of his neck* That tickles.
Belgium: *laughs softly* Sorry. *tilts her head a little as she continues* ...I vaguely remember you playing with my hair like this when I was younger.
France: Bon, you had really nice hair... *runs his fingers through his hair again, slowly* You still do, of course.
Belgium: Hm, it's nothing like yours.
France: *smirks* Well...
Belgium: *laughs again, giving her head a helpless shake* So vain, Francis...
France: I can't help that I'm pretty! *it's true*
Belgium: *indeed* But you don't need to gloat.
France: *pouts* Alright, but I'm not. I was just agreeing.
Belgium: *hums in understanding and continues to play*
France: *rests his hands back on the bed, leaning his weight back just a little*
Belgium: *sighs contently* I could do this forever...
France: Hopefully my hair won't stay like this for that long...
Belgium: Of course not. But still...
France: Well, for now I guess it's alright. *shrugs, smiling at her*
Belgium: *smiles back* Should I stop?
France: If you want to. I don't really mind. *quite the contrary*
Belgium: I'm only asking for your sake. Like I said, I could play with it forever.
France: *chuckles, leaning close to plant a small kiss on her cheek*
Belgium: *flushes in surprise before offering him a small, confused smile* What was that for?
France: Nothing in particular. *grins* I just felt like it.
Belgium: That sounds a lot like someone else we both know...
France: ... *his eye twitches a little, but still grinning* I did not mean to.
Belgium: *laughs softly* Gilbert and Antonio are a bad influence on you. Or is it the other way around?
France: No! No one is influencing anyone. We're all very different. *...mostly*
Belgium: I know you are... but you're all very similar as well.
France: Are not! *glances over at her curiously* ...how so?
Belgium: Well, you're all very distinguished and experienced, you've all fathered colonies who are all very successful nations now, you've all had a very strong influence on the world, you're all...eccentric in your own right, all three of you manage to drive Austria crazy...
France: *smirks, nodding in approval, mostly at the last part* Well, I guess you're right.
Belgium: And you've all got me. *offers him a cheerful smile*
France: *nods again, smiling back* True too.
Belgium: Not that I play with anyone else’s hair like this.
France: Well, I suppose I'm just special.
Belgium: Or...maybe you just have the softest hair. Either or, really.
France: Or that, oui. Though... *pauses*
Belgium: Hm? *looks down at him curiously*
France: Gilbert's hair is not really... that bad, I suppose.
Belgium: Gilbert's hair?
France: Oui. It looks really bad sometimes but it's a lot softer...
Belgium: *ponders this* ...hm. Well I suppose, though to be honest, I've never really thought about it.
France: *nods, closing his eyes* I'm telling you, it's true.
Belgium: I believe you. I may have to see for myself.
France: *smiles* You do that, ma Belle.
Belgium: *lifts an eyebrow* What's that smile all about?
France: *arches an eyebrow at her* What smile?
Belgium: *sighs and shakes her head* Nothing. Nevermind.
France: ...alright.
Belgium: *is quiet for a few minutes as she continues to play at his short hair, thinking back to what they were talking about earlier in the bathroom* So you said that you were sleeping by that spring on the island, right?
France: Oui, exactly.
Belgium: And I remember that Lovino stopped for a drink while we were out. I wonder if Italy and Japan did as well while we weren't looking.
France: Well, even if they did, I didn't drink from the water.
Belgium: ...well, how close were you to it?
France: ... *pauses* ...pretty close.
Belgium: Could you hair have been touching it?
France: Yes, it was definitely touching it...
Belgium: Francis...maybe it's the water.
France: ...maybe. *groans* Oh, mon Dieu...
Belgium: Oh lord, it has to have been. Lovino drank from the spring and suddenly he's all backwards... your hair got wet and then suddenly it's gone. It makes sense, doesn't it?
France: Yes, you're right!! It's probably the water...
Belgium: *lets out a deep sigh, grateful that they may have figured it out and that they at least have an explanation for what's been going on around here* *gives her head an exasperated shake* This world never ceases to astound me with its absurdity. We have to go tell Ludwig and Arthur.
France: Wait!! But-- *winces a little* ...what if there is no solution?? Will my hair be like this now?!
Belgium: *looks over at him, her eyes glancing up towards his short hair* Well, we won't know for sure unless we tell the others. Maybe one of them will have an idea to set things right.
France: *nods vigorously, honestly hoping she's right* Yes, of course. Someone will have an idea of what to do.
Belgium: I'm sure they will. *gives him a reassuring smile*
France: Yes! *grins, looking at her* So, should we go tell them now?
Belgium: The sooner the better! *shifts and pushes herself off the bed*
France: *gets up too, a bit more hopeful now* Yes, let's go!
Belgium: *takes his wrist in his hand and pulls them hastily out the door*
France: *is dragged-!*
Belgium: *at the speed of light!*