World Reunion

[maple_syrup_can]

Who: OPEN TO ALL COUNTRIES AND OUR FRIENDS
What: A reunion has been organized for all the countries to see each other while they can! (Also, Canada has been told to introduce his girlfriend to them. >.>)
When: April 28, evening
Where: Class Act (thank you, Maraich!)
Warnings: Some of the countries are kinda crazy.
Prose or [Action] is okay!

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[maisonduroi]

[Well...the setting could use a little...help, but it would have to do on short notice. France could be a degree (or several--enough to not remark upon it, anyway) more forgiving, especially now that all his love of finery and extravagance seemed to only promote the evils of the bourgeoisie; he'd take what he could get. And the idea of this meeting, at the very least, seemed to make Canada happy enough.

Of course, he couldn't let an international reunion happen right under his nose and not at least make the attempt to grace it with his presence. But he won't be the one to make the first move. Oh no. He's enjoying taking it all in far too much to raise the tension so quickly. The natural state of affairs is by far the most beautiful.]

[orangemineral]

[ Jasmine's looking around, keeping close to Canada's side. She knows that she's going to be introduced to some countries, but... ]

U-um... wh-who are we looking for, Canada...?

[maple_syrup_can]

Ah, well... France. [Turning from looking at the crowd to look at her, he figured he ought to explain a little. Especially seeing as her world wasn't the same as his.]

He's, well, he's like... my father. It's a bit complicated, but him and England raised America and I when we were little. B-but France and England fight a lot, so best not to mention him.
A-anyways, he's very... um, upper-class, not from the modern time that I am, blond, about this tall [he sticks out his hand a bit taller than his height]. He's probably dressed kinda extravagantly too.

[Taking a deep breath he sighs and smiles at her.]

Sorry. I- I'm a bit nervous, but I'm sure that you'll both get along well.
[He's just going to introduce his girlfriend to his father. Nothing that every generation of guys hasn't been nervous over before~]

[orangemineral]

[ Jasmine nods along as he describes him to her, continuing to look around. Blond, tall, nicely dressed... She's seen a few people who could fit that description, but she wasn't positive if it was France or not. It didn't help that she was on the short end so it made looking around a little bit more difficult, but...

She squeezes his hand a little tighter in reassurance, offering him a smile. ]

Th-there's no need to be nervous! I should be the nervous one, not you...

[maple_syrup_can]

Thank you, Jasmine. [He returns her smile before looking back around the crowd, but he doesn't let her hand go. (He just might not for the whole night at this rate...)
Turning around slowly he scans for France's familiar hair and figure, and after a moment he glimpses him.]

I found him... [Leading Jasmine over, he comes up behind France and lightly touches his shoulder to get his attention.]

[maisonduroi]

[While he feels the touch to his shoulder, it still takes France a moment to gather his thoughts long enough to really notice. When he does, he spins around quickly, as if that would make up for time lost. He greets Canada with a smile, and his gaze slowly moves to the girl at his side.

Well. At least his boy had retained a sense of taste when it came to girls. They were, as it seemed, on an unspoken similar wavelength. France takes pride in the fact that he'd only hours before been wooing said former-colony's girlfriend. This isn't awkward in the least. Nope. It shows you have taste, Canada. You should feel blessed.

He grins, and takes Jasmine's free hand, placing a light kiss to her knuckles before actually speaking.]

Ah, Matthieu, this is the lucky girl you told me about, is it?

[His other arm grasps Canada's shoulder. Sorry, guys, you're surrounded...]

It seems the mademoiselle and I have actually had the distinct pleasure of meeting! This is wonderful.

[orangemineral]

[ ... Oh. Oh. This isn't awkward at all. And that isn't even sarcasm! Jasmine's happy that she met him without completely realizing it.

That kiss on her knuckles still makes her blush nervously, even though she realizes soon after it is simply a polite gesture. ]

Um... Y-yeah! I would have never known it was you... [ all the countries look pretty close to the same age to her, s-sob ]

[maple_syrup_can]

Eh-?

[He looked questioningly between Jasmine and France. They had already met?]

Um... Jasmine, my father France... France, my g-girlfriend Jasmine.

[And anything else that he had planned to say after that was out the window.]

M-may I ask, how did you meet?
[Out of all the people of the Sif... Jasmine is a country magnet or something. But this is good, right? She seems more relaxed, which helps him relax too.]

[maisonduroi]

[Well, she's certainly an attractive magnet~]

She happens to make the most delightful biscuits; did you know?

[orangemineral]

I-I made cookies for people and we met when I was giving them out.

[maple_syrup_can]

Ah, I see! [And no, tragically, he didn't know that Jasmine makes good cookies. (But... he's not going to admit that.)]

That is so kind of you, Jasmine! And I'm really glad that you could meet France that way.

[He then turns back to France, and although he can't quite ask it aloud, the need for validation is clear on his face - did she make a good impression? Does he approve?]

[maisonduroi]

[Of course he approved, look how cute she is! And he's hardly anything like America; there won't be any "what are your intentions with my son little brother?" as he's actually just more thrilled that Canada's in this situation to begin with. He's been there, he knows what human relationships look like. It's not something he's ever regretted.]

And you look absolutely adorable together. [Of course, he's not going to say all of that, it's far easier if he just shows you how much he approves instead.] How did you end up meeting?

[orangemineral]

[ Jasmine blushes, squeezing Canada's hand a little tighter. She's happy France thinks that!

... Though talking about how they first met is always... interesting... ]

I-I helped him out.

[maple_syrup_can]

[Relieved, Canada squeezes Jasmine's hand back. He was so glad that he'd had the chance to introduce her to France.

Canada was also glad that Jasmine answered France's question. He didn't want to be dishonest, but it was so embarrassing, having fallen asleep in the hall like that... (or even the conversation while he'd been spray painting before that) so he simply nods, not wanting to add much.]

She did. And in return I asked her out for tea... [He blushes at the memory.]