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[sororite]

Well, well, well, what have I found here... [France leans in close and peers at the vine.] It seems I have been abducted by some truly horrible people, non? How should I deal with such a thing?

[Taps on the mirror.] Le chaton a-t-il indiqué la vérité? Can you lovely mademoiselles hear me? Ah, someone as wonderful as moi really cannot be held for too long, I am a busy woman.

... Angleterre? This seems like something you would enjoy but if you wanted my company so badly you could have just called. Honestly.

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[sororite]

Je m'appelle la France. But just France is also fine. [Over the centuries, France has given up on getting people to stop calling her madame.]

[falterderleere.livejournal.com]

France, then.

If you don't mind me asking, is there a reason all of you are named after countries?

[sororite]

I don't mind at all, we are the countries.

[falterderleere.livejournal.com]

.........You...are the countries. Please forgive me...it's just that such a concept is a bit difficult to wrap my head around.

[sororite]

Mm, that reaction is common. It's best to think of it in simple terms.

[falterderleere.livejournal.com]

...I see...

Thank you for explaning it to me. And I've been neglectful, I haven't introduced myself. Grell Sutcliffe, though just Grell is fine.

[sororite]

Mademoiselle Grell then. Whose are you?

[falterderleere.livejournal.com]

By blood, I am uncertain. By place, one of England's.

[sororite]

Oh.


I am sorry. [Because being English is the worst fate ever, obviously.]

[falterderleere.livejournal.com]

Sorry? For what?