Pick A Muse!

[escaliers]

Pick any of the following characters, give me a scenario, and we'll play it out!

	England Axis Powers Nyotalia hullonurse
	Australia Axis Powers Hetalia koalas
	France Axis Powers Nyotalia frenchkisses
	Fay D. Flourite Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle (Volume 14) faycandy

Yes, I'm aware the table is messed up, I cannot be bothered fixing it for this.

If there's anyone else you want me to play, just let me know!

Comments

give me my maman and no one gets hurt.

[mounties]

[Who has two thumbs, is hosting this month's international-type meeting, and can't make her hair do anything resembling calm the hell down? Yes, that would be Canada. So she's running around the convention centre in Ottawa, trying to avoid people, why simultaneously trying to find someone who won't judge her for the way she's holding her massive amount of hair back in a ponytail with both hands, a variety of clips and bobbypins stuck on her mouth and the lapel of her suit jacket.

And then she sees France and more or less skids to a stop to start muffledly trying to get her mother's attention.]

[frenchkisses]

[Canada, how can you expect to attract your maman's attention when your people are so cute and standing right in her way?

Yeah, she's busy flirting with one of the security guards and totally missing Canada in disarray behind her.]

[mounties]

[Damnit, maman, that's one of hers! Time start humming La Marseillaise around her mouthful of hair accessories, and hope France notices before the security guard does. She doesn't feign trying to be the most productive and put-together country in the world, but she has to try.]

[frenchkisses]

[And indeed, when she hears the tune she starts singing along before she even starts thinking about where the sound is coming from. Then it clicks and she looks away from the blushing Canadian to look at the humming one.]

Oh, bébé! There you are, I was just looking for you!

[mounties]

[Canada stops her humming and looks for a moment at the security guard, who seems to be trying to cover up blushing with confusion. At this rate, she'll have someone applying for their American visa by the end of the day, so she just snorts and indicates an alcove with her head, before going to step in there herself.

She's hiding, Maman. Come help.]

[frenchkisses]

[Don't be too cruel to him, Canada, it probably wasn't his fault.

France winks at the guard and blows him a kiss before following Canada into the alclove.] Bonjour, ma petite! Do you want some private time for ton maman to shower you with affection? Or perhaps... [Takes in Canada's little hair situation.] My expertise?

[mounties]

Exfertesh, s'-vous plaît.

[A pin falls out from between Canada's lips at all the talking. She looks at the elder nation desperately.]

[frenchkisses]

[France sighs, snatches the pins out of Canada's mouth, spins her around and takes a brush out of her purse. Then, she gets to work attacking the hair and getting it to calm down.] Did you sleep in again, chèrie?

[mounties]

No. [And now she's looking sullen at the wall.]

Amérique ruffled my hair too hard and snapped my elastic hair thingy and I didn't have another one and she just laughed because she's a horrible sister.

[frenchkisses]

[Brushes out all the mess~] I know, chèrie, she's terrible, I know.

[Reaches around to put some pins in and then starts the brush the hair back into pigtails.] She doesn't understand how to treat hair, she's as bad as Angleterre.

[mounties]

It's awful. But... Maman, do you think you could do anything with it besides pigtails? I-if you could. It's just that there are quite a few nations over and I would... you know, maybe like it if they didn't think I was still a kid all the time?

[frenchkisses]

[... You mean she can be faced with a young, female nation and put their hair in something other than pigtails?] But they're cute! And they suit your face so well!


... Unless you want to look more like maman.

[mounties]

... I want to look less like a colony. I've been taller than Angleterre for years now, you know. [That isn't even important, certainly not anymore, except to her. Taller than Mum. That was a milestone.]

[frenchkisses]

Everyone is, chèrie, even Seychelles is towering over her now. [Because Seychelles is also a baby!! But France does undo the pigtails and starts brushing the hair out again, pulling it back.] How about a dignified braid in a bun then? You will look chic and mature, I promise.

[mounties]

[She rocks onto her toes, a usual sign of excitement before she catches herself and settles back.]

D'accord! That sounds nice.

[frenchkisses]

[Oh, so cute! This reminds her of when Canada was tiny and would try to wear France's clothes.

That's probably not the effect Canada is going for here.] Then I shall make it so for ma petite. [Gets braiding!]

[mounties]

[It's playing dressup without tripping in the dresses, with the added affect of the older nations (and the younger, but still more influential ones, too) maybe having a bit more respect for her because of it. If nothing else, it won't hurt to try.

Canada stays quiet while France works at her hair, only fidgeting to pull a note from the pocket of her skirt and refresh her memory on the things they need to talk about today.]

... I'll be a good hostess today, I've decided.

[frenchkisses]

You always are! [Starts pinning the braid in place.] Everyone says so! [When they remember who hosted] They say what a kind and intelligent country welcomed them. [And if they say anything that contradicts that, they get punched in the face.]

[mounties]

Oh, vraiment? [And now her confidence levels are up until someone shoots them down. Who's the mother of the day? France is! ]

I should hope so. I like to impress the world, but they're so picky.

[frenchkisses]

[She is always mother of the day! Take that, Angleterre!]

Oh, they just don't appreciate beautiful, dignified ladies like we know to, chère, don't expect too much from them.

[mounties]

Well, I try not to, but their opinion of me is still important. I've got all of their people, I may as well have their respect, too.

QUITE LITERALLY running into Marianne C: ?

[noblescones]

[frenchkisses]

Oeuf! [And Marianne is knocked to the ground by this terribly rude Englishman!] Would you watch where you are going?!

[noblescones]

[Totally just collided with something soft that smells like flowers-- and has a French accent. England was on his way somewhere, somewhere very important (yeah not really), and naturally steamrolling through crowds on his attempted commute is the most rational way to get there.

He stumbles, blinks and looks down--]

Sorry, in a hurry, I--

[oh fuck it's one of them.]

[frenchkisses]

[oooh, it's one of them.

France glares up at England and huffs.] Are you going to help me up and apologise properly? Oh la la...

[noblescones]

[Where had he been going? What the hell is an apology?]

I-- Right. Of course. [HAND STUCK OUT IN OFFERING. Really, Arthur?

He really is offering a hand up, though, but not without a comment:]

Bit presumptuous, don't you think?

[frenchkisses]

Oui, oui, I know. [Takes his hand and gets up.]

Presuming that you would have an ounce of politeness in your body is too much, but... [Sighs and waves her hand.] Hope springs eternal!