[The words linger between them for a good long moment, which France spends thinking. He's seen a lot of strange things in this Tower so far, and encountered people he never expected to see. For some reason, though, when it comes to England, France feels like he should have at least had that one constant. An anchor; something to keep him grounded, no matter where he is.
England has always been one of the only things in France's life that he could always count on never to change much. Ever since they were little kids, their formula of mutual antagonism has more or less stayed the same - one of them would get on the other's case for something, the other would give some scathing response, and they'd fight until they both felt better. They've each had their off days, of course, where they'd act meaner or nicer than usual for whatever reason, as was to be expected in beings that were over a thousand years old each. But in all their lives, France had never felt like their relationship had shaken as much as it has today.
...Except, perhaps, for 109 years ago, when he and England signed that treaty and put an end to their hitherto near-constant wars.
And France has to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing too loudly, because the irony of it all is just too brilliant.]
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[The words linger between them for a good long moment, which France spends thinking. He's seen a lot of strange things in this Tower so far, and encountered people he never expected to see. For some reason, though, when it comes to England, France feels like he should have at least had that one constant. An anchor; something to keep him grounded, no matter where he is.
England has always been one of the only things in France's life that he could always count on never to change much. Ever since they were little kids, their formula of mutual antagonism has more or less stayed the same - one of them would get on the other's case for something, the other would give some scathing response, and they'd fight until they both felt better. They've each had their off days, of course, where they'd act meaner or nicer than usual for whatever reason, as was to be expected in beings that were over a thousand years old each. But in all their lives, France had never felt like their relationship had shaken as much as it has today.
...Except, perhaps, for 109 years ago, when he and England signed that treaty and put an end to their hitherto near-constant wars.
And France has to put a hand over his mouth to keep himself from laughing too loudly, because the irony of it all is just too brilliant.]