"I have a problem" he said simply, flushing deeper "Please let me in and help me…" Arthur gave a desperate whimper and looked at France "Please help me"

"Oh, Arthur, hun, what have you done..."

Francis sighed as he opened up the door and pulled the Brit in, shaking his head as he laughed. He couldn't believe this, England looked like an absolute idiot, but luckily a horny one.

                                    ≪♟≫ ≪♛≫ ≪♟≫

                                            I am the pure one. You are evil.

                                           I feed us all, you feed yourself.

                                          As selfless as I am…You aren’t.

Roleplay blog for a Hetalia and Amnesia crossover AU.

                                               Enter ♦ Rules ♦ About ♦ Ask

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  ☽—♦—❥ “Nice to meet you, Monsieur Toki." Once more, France was putting as much stress as possible on the French accent in the name and title.

    With a smile, Francis reached out his hand and firmly grasped the other’s, giving a very formal handshake before withdrawing.

  ☽—♦—❥ ”Nice to meet you.”

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Toki nodded and briefly shook his hand before letting go. “Ands, thank you’s again fors the help reading the bag, Francis~” He nodded and grinned.

  ☽—♦—❥ "You're welcome," Francis said, giving another nod. "It was great meeting you."

๔๏ภยtร ק๏ยг ๓๏ภ ภєשєย (Closed roleplay with thehopefulhero)

Of course, Alfred eagerly and happily accepted Francis’s hug, wrapping his arms tightly around the other blond.  And when Francis withdrew to present Alfred with his very own box of donuts, Alfred couldn’t contain himself.  A squeal of excitement passed his lips and he bounced up and down.

"Just for me?  Really?  Are you serious?"

The bouncing became accompanied by rapid hand clapping.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" he cried, giving Francis a very quick hug.  The little blond pulled away to grabbed a simple glazed donut and take a huge bite.

"Mmm…"  That first bite was pure bliss.  The sweet icing and soft dough melted together to create what can only be describe as the perfect breakfast combination, unlike what the First Lady had attempted to serve.

And now that Alfred thought about it…

"Don’t tell anyone about these, ‘kay?" he asked in between bites.  "We’re s’posed to be ‘eating healthy’."  Alfred used air quotes and rolled his eyes at those two words.  He had never really liked them.  Although, eating healthy was much easier before McDonald’s and fast food.

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Francis laughed as he was given another hug, returning it gently then pulling back to watch the boy react to the donuts. This was exactly what he traveled all the way from Paris to D.C. for, the boy's adorable reaction to a whole box of donuts. As the boy began to eat, a big smile came on to Francis' face.

  ☽—♦—❥ "Just for you, indeed. I knew you'd like it." He laughed, his expression turning sly as the boy spoke about the whole healthy breakfast thing. "Oh, really? That's just too bad for their rules, isn't it."

    The rules meant nothing to France, he wasn't quite concerned at all about what the presidential family felt about the food. He felt that it was horrible to deprive someone of delicious food, and he wouldn't hesitate to break any rules against food.

  ☽—♦—❥ "If you need anything else that they won't give you, just let me know." Francis laughed.

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ς๏ยгคﻮє, ןє t'คเ๓є. (Closed roleplay with one-armed-canadian)

Matthew had pretty much given up with his sense of style, he didn’t feel the need dress nice he wasn’t really going anywhere. He wore his pjs all day until 3 then changed into new pjs. He didn’t really care he liked being in his house, sure when he as expecting people he would change, and he’d wear a tie at meeting who really cared if it was the same clip on, on the same shirt it wasn’t like he was ever going to talk during one.

Sure if he felt like it he could wear something nice he’s seen things he wanted to wear and he thought looked nice but whenever he tried it on he was always reminded that something was missing, and pjs didn’t give him that feeling sure he lost confidence sure he doesn’t leave the house but he got a lot of art done.

Which is what he was doing in just his pj pants for tonight. When he heard the door he didn’t think much of it, probably a salesman he need to tell to leave he set his sketch pad down and went to the door and opened it, “Hel-OH! Fr-Francis…. Umm I wasn’t expecting… Come in..” He looked between him and what was left of his left arm, scars showing and all, “I-I’ll go get changed and put on my prosthetic.” He hid his arm. 

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    Francis waited peacefully at the door, a smile quickly sneaking up on to his face as the Canadian opened the door. He exchanged a quick greeting, but when Canada spoke of going to get changed, he shook his head and hugged Matthieu quickly.

  ☽—♦—❥ "Oh, no, no, that won't do, you don't need to get dressed up. I have a surprise for you. You can get the prosthetic arm if you want, I have to get something from the car. Leave the door open." He laughed, quickly rushing back to the packed car.

    First he brought 2 bags, with outfits folded neatly until the top of the bag, but as he kept going back to the car and bringing back pairs of two bags each time, the floor began to get crowded. In the end, the Frenchman had brought in 12 bags, sitting them all down in the foyer. He had certainly brought enough bags.

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  ☽—♦—❥ “B-but,”

    Francis hesitating, but the threatening way that he boot was pressed against his chest brought the tears streaming down his face. Feeling like he had no choice, the Frenchman pushed himself on to his knees and gagged as he began to follow the Brit’s orders. 

"There’s a good frog, make my boots shine." He gave Francis a derisive laugh as he watched the Frenchman degrade himself. "You’d better not miss a single spot, do you hear me?"

    Francis said nothing in reply, only nodding his head and holding his breath as he continued. He felt nothing but sickness as he worked nervously, gagging again as he shut his eyes. Maybe it wouldn't be as bad if he just closed his eyes.

Francis smiled a bit when the man took him in to the shop, looking at the woman sleepily yet hungrily.

  ☽—♦—❥ “Chicken noodle soup, if you have any.” He said, glancing up at the man who carried him.

It was certainly odd to see someone so selfless, to go out of their way just to do this for some id they’d found in an alleyway. From the horrible day he’d had before, the situation was certainly getting better.

"Why yes we do." The woman smiled and went to go get him a to-go bowl of it. The husband of her chuckled and looked to them, "Well it’s rare to see you in here alone Emmet, what are you doing?" 

Emmet just grinned and held up the bag of food. “It was Emmet’s turn to get us lunch!” Hearing his walkie talkie make a few noises he blinked and set down Francis into a near by chair. “Emmet here. Yes Ingo?” There was a rather irritated voice on the other end, “Where are you? You haven’t returned yet and I’m getting worried.” 

The white twin just laughed and explained the situation as the woman came around the counter to give Francis his bowl of soup, “He’s always so busy.” 

  ☽—♦—❥ "I see," Francis murmured, kicking his legs back on forth as he sat on the chair.

    He couldn't help but feel guilty, having interrupted Emmet's job unintentionally. He could only imagine how the other person felt, probably getting a late lunch and a missing friend. Sitting completely still on the chair, the Frenchboy waited for the woman to bring him the food, trying to focus on his hunger rather than whoever Emmet was talking to. Even if it was selfish, it made him feel less guilty.

  ☽—♦—❥ “It’s nothing, China, just… let it go, okay?”

    Francis murmured, really wishing he could just side-step the old China man, but he knew that wasn’t going to work out. Right now, he was just so tired, and wasn’t even supposed to be at anyone’s house…Yet to tell him what happened? That was taking it too far.

          ☯”Ugh, alright…I will back off then.”

          It was only going to bother him for the rest of the night, but Yao knew better than to continue on in a situation like this. Yes, he still wouldn’t let it go in his mind, but that only meant it was a thought to be locked away for only himself to deal with.

          “How about I…make you some tea? Something to eat? Anything at all, you have but to ask.”☯

  ☽—♦—❥ "Thank you." Francis murmured.

    Carefully walking past him, he sat down on the couch and rubbed his eyes, trying to hide how tired he was. However, as he was offered food and drink he hesitated. He didn't want to be such a bother, but he was hungry.

  ☽—♦—❥ "Some tea would be good... Do you have any crackers or maybe bread that I could eat?" He asked for the simplest things he could think of.

    ☽—♦—❥ “Oui, there isn’t anyone else I would visit, now would I?” Francis laughed, reaching over to ruffle the Italian’s hair. “I’d love to take a walk if you’d like.”

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      “Ve~ That’s-a great! With the summer this good, there should be gelato stands as far as the eye can see! “

  ☽—♦—❥ "Then we shall get gelato, non?" Francis laughed, looking around the place happily.

    He'd forgotten just how beautiful the country was, and how perfectly it reflected on its personification. It wasn't often that he visited, but when he did it was certain to be wonderful.