France likes to keep himself looking immaculate, often termed metrosexual in some ways but certainly not in all. Keeping with having his slightly more rugged look he get quite flustered if his appearance isn't top notch every day. When it comes to others, he does judge them slightly if they don't take care of themselves as well as France assumes everyone should and often will try to help people make themselves look better. Sadly, Canada often get the brunt of this treatment. One thing that bothers France enormously is to be told he's old, he is one of the older nations in Europe but refuses to acknowledge it nor how his body now often betrays him by giving him lower back pain and making him have to take naps often.
Powers: France being a nation is his only power. Beyond that, he has the same abilities as a human.
Suitability/eligibility: N/A The three magic words are: . Youth, fountain, Eternal
Third-Person Sample: Late February was one of the worst months in France. Cold, grey, and the earth seemed to continue its deep winter slumber, forgetting that its people longed for the warm days of spring and gentle rains that would waken the world into bright vibrant colours. But, within the far reaches of Versailles, tucked into luscious duvets and silk sheets, Francis wasn't minding the dreary chill that seemed to creep into the corners of the ancient house that he hated so greatly. The dark curtains around the four poster bed kept some of the cool morning light at bay save for a crevasse in the curtain that let a stream of light in. Francis narrowed tired eyes at it, almost as if it had insulted him, intruding on his moment where it was just him and Scotland, no other disturbances. Yet the cold light seemed to try to forgive, highlighting a strip of usually auburn coloured hair. It brought a brilliance to Scotland's normally dark hair, highlighting within it rich crimson reds and golds, even the odd shade of a light brown. A soft smile came to the Frenchman's face as long fingers gently played with the softly lit strands. It was beauty in a place most would overlook, but France made note of the small details that he loved about the man. It was Sunday mornings that Francis enjoyed most. Even though it was Sunday, with Monday lurking around the corner, the simple fact that it was the only day that Scotland let himself sleep in were enough to brighten the morning. It was rare for Francis to be the first of the two awake, but with the recent pressures from the economy and many of the meetings with foreign diplomats over trade policies and borrowing money to keep him going, France knew Scotland was exhausted. Which was why he didn't wake the man, and simply brushed fingers gently through the Highlander's shaggy hair. Scotland made no movement to stir, fast asleep in the thick blankets with his back pressed snugly against Francis' chest. It brought him such joy at the simple contact and unsaid trust between them. Gentle hands brushed choppy bangs from the scot's forehead, revealing long auburn lashes that rested on his freckled cheeks as he slept. The usual frown and crease between Scotland's proud eyebrows was relaxed, making him look years younger and softer, almost friendly. To Francis, these moments he cherished, loved, more than anyone could ever begin to imagine. Those same graceful fingers caressed over smooth skin of Scotland's cheekbone and along the rough bit of stubble that had grown through the night. The colour was so light it was barely visible but Francis enjoyed the differences in textures of his lover's face, the simple rugged carelessness that morning brought when people were just waking up. Soft lips replaced gentle fingers, pressing lovingly to warm skin that smelled faintly of whiskey, ink, spiced tobacco and something that was just so distinctly masculine and Scotland it made the Frenchman's mouth curve into a smile. Those auburn eyelashes shifted against high and proud cheekbones before a sliver of the most regal emerald eyes glanced at the Frenchman. Soft cerulean met sleepy green before a small warm smile tugged at the Highlander's lips. "Morning already?" his normally brash voice was soft and husky from sleep. His vibrant eyes closed while Scotland shifted, rolling closer to his lover's warm embrace as if to fight off the dreary chill of the February morning.
"Oui. " The reply was just as soft as the kiss placed gently between proud eyebrows and the contented sigh it elected. Graceful hands tangled in the firey coloured locks, enjoying how soft and thick the strands of hair felt against his hands. The french man was rewarded with a soft press of warm lips against his neck. A smile crossed the Scot's face, making normally hard emerald eyes soften into warm pools of vivid green that reminded Francis of the lush forests of his mountains; the supposedly creature-filled forests Scotland was so fond of. Sunday mornings, a time they both loved. Wrapped together in the tranquil quiet with whispered conversations that were no more important than their immediate needs. It might have been selfish to some, negligent to others, but in those warm covers of loving kisses and caresses the two lovers were in their own world. A small world that only consisted of them, smiling and happy. It was something France craved and adored when he was lucky enough to recieve it and Scotland was feeling generous enough to give it to the Frenchman. February was the coldest, greyest month in France. But inside the Bonnefoy residence, the month was forgotten, the cold and harshness of winter. There was only each other, and that was all that mattered.
First-Person Sample:
[Considering the walls of France's room were whitewashed in the same shade of white that everything else in the room was, France had managed to tack some paper sketches onto the wall. They were on coloured construction paper, giving the feeling of the nearly expert sketches a childish presence but the colour relaxed him. It brought him a momentary joy at seeing the little sketches of people he'd begin to know in the Asylum and realizing they were never too far from him. Some watercolour paintings of little scenes of windmills and the countryside were nestled beside them on thick cream coloured paper. Anything the diminish the opressing brightness that the white brought with it. Turning, he addresses the video feed with a smile.]
Anyone out there who feels like having their picture drawn should find me. I cannot say they will be as great with the materials we have here but I can guarantee they will be very true to whomever I draw. I will be in the arts and crafts room for the afternoon.
But of course...there are other things to do around here and I have not been to all of the different floors. Oh, I do wish that I was able to cook in this place, it'd give us something better to eat than whatever they call food down there. It is not food, unless you are going by America's standards. Anyone who says that pizza is a vegetable... I am sure you all understand where I stand on my cuisine standards. I swear this is going to be a very long stay with eating hamburgers and fish sticks every week. I have a feeling I'm going to either gain weight from being here or I'll spend it working it all off walking the stairs.
[ His rant now finished, he'll once again go back to straightening the coloured squares on the wall before turning off the feed.]
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Re: France| Axis Powers Hetalia || no reserve 2/3
Powers: France being a nation is his only power. Beyond that, he has the same abilities as a human.
Appearance: http://hetalia.wikinet.org/wiki/File:France01.png
Suitability/eligibility: N/A
The three magic words are: . Youth, fountain, Eternal
Third-Person Sample:
Late February was one of the worst months in France. Cold, grey, and the earth seemed to continue its deep winter slumber, forgetting that its people longed for the warm days of spring and gentle rains that would waken the world into bright vibrant colours.
But, within the far reaches of Versailles, tucked into luscious duvets and silk sheets, Francis wasn't minding the dreary chill that seemed to creep into the corners of the ancient house that he hated so greatly. The dark curtains around the four poster bed kept some of the cool morning light at bay save for a crevasse in the curtain that let a stream of light in.
Francis narrowed tired eyes at it, almost as if it had insulted him, intruding on his moment where it was just him and Scotland, no other disturbances. Yet the cold light seemed to try to forgive, highlighting a strip of usually auburn coloured hair. It brought a brilliance to Scotland's normally dark hair, highlighting within it rich crimson reds and golds, even the odd shade of a light brown. A soft smile came to the Frenchman's face as long fingers gently played with the softly lit strands. It was beauty in a place most would overlook, but France made note of the small details that he loved about the man.
It was Sunday mornings that Francis enjoyed most. Even though it was Sunday, with Monday lurking around the corner, the simple fact that it was the only day that Scotland let himself sleep in were enough to brighten the morning. It was rare for Francis to be the first of the two awake, but with the recent pressures from the economy and many of the meetings with foreign diplomats over trade policies and borrowing money to keep him going, France knew Scotland was exhausted.
Which was why he didn't wake the man, and simply brushed fingers gently through the Highlander's shaggy hair. Scotland made no movement to stir, fast asleep in the thick blankets with his back pressed snugly against Francis' chest. It brought him such joy at the simple contact and unsaid trust between them.
Gentle hands brushed choppy bangs from the scot's forehead, revealing long auburn lashes that rested on his freckled cheeks as he slept. The usual frown and crease between Scotland's proud eyebrows was relaxed, making him look years younger and softer, almost friendly.
To Francis, these moments he cherished, loved, more than anyone could ever begin to imagine.
Those same graceful fingers caressed over smooth skin of Scotland's cheekbone and along the rough bit of stubble that had grown through the night. The colour was so light it was barely visible but Francis enjoyed the differences in textures of his lover's face, the simple rugged carelessness that morning brought when people were just waking up.
Soft lips replaced gentle fingers, pressing lovingly to warm skin that smelled faintly of whiskey, ink, spiced tobacco and something that was just so distinctly masculine and Scotland it made the Frenchman's mouth curve into a smile.
Those auburn eyelashes shifted against high and proud cheekbones before a sliver of the most regal emerald eyes glanced at the Frenchman. Soft cerulean met sleepy green before a small warm smile tugged at the Highlander's lips.
"Morning already?" his normally brash voice was soft and husky from sleep. His vibrant eyes closed while Scotland shifted, rolling closer to his lover's warm embrace as if to fight off the dreary chill of the February morning.
France |Axis Powers Hetalia || no reserve 3/3
A smile crossed the Scot's face, making normally hard emerald eyes soften into warm pools of vivid green that reminded Francis of the lush forests of his mountains; the supposedly creature-filled forests Scotland was so fond of.
Sunday mornings, a time they both loved. Wrapped together in the tranquil quiet with whispered conversations that were no more important than their immediate needs. It might have been selfish to some, negligent to others, but in those warm covers of loving kisses and caresses the two lovers were in their own world. A small world that only consisted of them, smiling and happy. It was something France craved and adored when he was lucky enough to recieve it and Scotland was feeling generous enough to give it to the Frenchman.
February was the coldest, greyest month in France. But inside the Bonnefoy residence, the month was forgotten, the cold and harshness of winter. There was only each other, and that was all that mattered.
First-Person Sample:
[Considering the walls of France's room were whitewashed in the same shade of white that everything else in the room was, France had managed to tack some paper sketches onto the wall. They were on coloured construction paper, giving the feeling of the nearly expert sketches a childish presence but the colour relaxed him. It brought him a momentary joy at seeing the little sketches of people he'd begin to know in the Asylum and realizing they were never too far from him. Some watercolour paintings of little scenes of windmills and the countryside were nestled beside them on thick cream coloured paper. Anything the diminish the opressing brightness that the white brought with it. Turning, he addresses the video feed with a smile.]
Anyone out there who feels like having their picture drawn should find me. I cannot say they will be as great with the materials we have here but I can guarantee they will be very true to whomever I draw. I will be in the arts and crafts room for the afternoon.
But of course...there are other things to do around here and I have not been to all of the different floors. Oh, I do wish that I was able to cook in this place, it'd give us something better to eat than whatever they call food down there. It is not food, unless you are going by America's standards. Anyone who says that pizza is a vegetable... I am sure you all understand where I stand on my cuisine standards. I swear this is going to be a very long stay with eating hamburgers and fish sticks every week. I have a feeling I'm going to either gain weight from being here or I'll spend it working it all off walking the stairs.
[ His rant now finished, he'll once again go back to straightening the coloured squares on the wall before turning off the feed.]
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