{Quatre} Le jour de gloire est arrivé!

[silencetoreason]

Characters: France and you!
Setting: 3-14 and the dormitory hallways, Floor 1 (the cafeteria), and Floor 78 (the mail room).
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: It's Bastille Day - or, in other words, France's birthday! Screw all this depressing horrortower junk. He's celebrating! This is basically a catch-all post for France to dick around during his birthday, so feel free to come up with a prompt that's not on the list.
Warnings: France being even more flirty and even more naked than usual. Yes, it's possible. And then some angst in the last prompt.


3-14 and the dormitory halls

[France is up a lot earlier than usual. When he pops out from under the covers, surprise surprise, he's naked. Except for a rose covering his "vital regions," that is. Probably best not to ask how it's attached.

He jumps out of bed and is quick to greet every person he sees - his roommate, the people walking by his dorm room, the worker drones. He doesn't bother to put on clothes before he does this, because why should he? It's his birthday! It's also a Sunday, which is an equally valid excuse.]

Good morning, good morning! Bonjour! How are you doing on this wonderful day~?


Cafeteria

[By the time he's made it down to the cafeteria, he's managed to put clothes on. Barely. It's actually just pants, plus an apron over his bare chest, but whatever. He tried!

He's making himself some food, because, despite being the birthday boy, he really doesn't trust the drones or anyone he knows to make a proper meal. What sets this apart is that he's also making food for everyone else who comes around. He bumps his hips into the cafeteria drones' to nudge them out of the way and make something that's a little less "10-year-old chiq."

Anyone who wanders into the cafeteria for breakfast will find, along with the Tower-provided meals, a spread of French food. There are cream puffs, croissants, crepes; everything's decorated with fruit and presented in a bright, aesthetically-pleasing way. It's all gourmet-quality, the kind that would run a person broke if they tried to buy it in Paris.

Also of note: he's made whipped cream, as well as some syrups out of blueberries and strawberries. There's some blue, white, and red on every plate, reminiscient of a certain flag...

France will occasionally place down another plate of food while humming under his breath. Though there's a lot of it, it's all in tiny, tasteful portions, so you might need to come back for more.]


Mail Room

[France sits by a mail unit with his knees drawn to his chest. He's cradling something in his arms, dragging a finger over it idly like one might do with a pet, but that's not an animal he's holding. It's a tangle of fabric, ripped and stained with blood, blue and white and red.

For now, he's just staring with a far-off look in his eyes. Look closely, and you might see his lower lip quivering.

He doesn't seem to realize he's blocking a bunch of mail boxes.]

Comments

dormitories

[kami_korosu]

[Hibari twitched on this particular bed (how he'd ended up falling asleep in a place that wasn't his own bed was beyond him). He'd been about to lull into an afternoon nap when someone decided to raise a ruckus in the dormitory halls. He growls and then proceeds to slip out of bed in order to kick down the door of the room he'd fallen asleep in.]

I'll bite to death whoever's making all that noise.

[silencetoreason]

[France yelps, jumps, and spins around. As soon as he lays eyes on the other man, a chill runs down his spine.]

Oh! Sir. H-h-how are you, ahaha...?

[Play it cool, France. Don't run off just yet.]

[kami_korosu]

[The canary on his shoulder is a stark contrast to the young man's expression. In fact, the canary seems to be greeting France with soft chirps.]

You woke me from my nap. I don't appreciate being woken from my naps.

[Also, what? The man doesn't seem to be wearing clothes? Hibari opens his mouth for a moment to recite how the lack of clothing breaks Namimori School's code of conduct, but then suddenly recalls that this isn't his hometown anymore.]

[silencetoreason]

Oh.

[France would be a hypocrite if he argued. He's normally asleep well past noon on any given day, after all.

...Buuut he's not really bothered by that thought. Clearly, this is a special occasion.]

I understand, though surely you do not want to sleep your day away? [His voice is a tentative sort of cheery, and he's tense, ready to run away if need be.] Especially not today...

[kami_korosu]

[Not... today? Did he have no power here? Then again, this wasn't really Namimori, but that didn't mean that he couldn't be irritated, annoyed, and angry all at once. The canary on his shoulder appears to be trying to soothe Hibari's rage.]

Is today any more special than any other day?

[Clearly, Hibari needs to be told why today's a special day for France. He doesn't keep up with his foreign history, whoops.]

[silencetoreason]

[France gulps. He has to wonder how a bird as cheery as that one could stand being so close to a man that scary. Surely, his Pierre back at home would burst into flame if he tried to sit on that man's shoulder. He suppresses another shudder.]

Well... Yes! It is a holiday. Don't you enjoy holidays...?

[Oh, he hopes so.]

[kami_korosu]

[Hibari is too busy being angry to realize that a twenty-six year old is afraid of him. Still, France's explanation does seem to soothe him a bit.]

... a holiday?

[Perhaps in the past, Hibari wouldn't have cared for holidays. Holidays meant days home and away from his beloved school. Holidays meant spending time with a family who was never around. On the other hand, ever since becoming a part of the Vongola famiglia, things have changed.]

... what holiday is this.

[silencetoreason]

[France relaxes just a bit. Okay. He seems open to communication. There's still a chance that he might be reading the kid wrong, of course, and he might whip out a gun or a sword or some inhuman ability and send him flying across the hallway, but this seems promising.]

It's Bastille Day! You know, the- the French national holiday?

[Please know what it is. Please be enthusiastic. Oh, please.]

[kami_korosu]

[Nope, sorry, he's never even heard of the holiday before. And it's okay, France. Hibari's left his tonfa in his chest, though he does still have his fists.]

... no.

[Hibari is 100% unamused. His brow furrows as he wonders if France is merely wasting his time. Also where the hell did this man's clothes go?]

Did you make this holiday up. [What on earth is Bastille? He vaguely remembers it mentioned during a European History class. Was it a prison?]

[silencetoreason]

[He's so... deadpan. France's shoulders slump. He might have stayed that way, but that last bit gets him tense again.]

Of course not! I am not lying about my own holiday!

[France balls his hands into fists, though it's an indignant gesture, not a threatening one. How much of a threat could a naked man wearing nothing but a rose be?]

It is important! Do you not know your European history?

[kami_korosu]

Your... own holiday? So you did make it up.

[He doesn't know that France is, well, the personification of a whole country.] ... who are you again.

[Oh, now he remembers. Well, it has the word "Bastille" in it, so he figures it must have something to do with the French people's liberation of the prison. He doesn't see how it's relevant to himself though.]

I suppose I know enough. [He's picked up on France's fists, but yeah, naked man wearing nothing but a rose, not really making him shake in his boots. Then again, there wasn't... really much that actually scared Hibari.]

[silencetoreason]

[France's mouth hangs agape for a minute, and his face goes red.]

Wait, no, that is not what I meant-!

[All right, he's going to have to be transparent about who he is if he's going to salvage this.]

It is my own holiday because I am France, not because I made it up. [He huffs.] Honestly. Do they teach children nothing these days?

[kami_korosu]

[Hibari isn't sure if France expects him to believe him. ... especially not while he's clothed by only a single rose.]

You're... France. [Said in the driest and most deadpan voice that Hibari could summon.] You look human to me.

[Sorry France ignorant Hibari is ignorant. Please educate him.]

[silencetoreason]

[THE ROSE IS A PROUD FRENCH UNIFORM, OKAY.]

Well, of course I look human! [France sets his hands on his hips.] All of my people are human. I am just a reflection of them.

[kami_korosu]

["Wow this man's completely off his rocker" is all that is running through Hibari's head. He's either actually a nation personified or just completely delusional. It's hard to tell.]

Hm.

[He doesn't sound any bit interested. In fact, Hibari has a rather bored expression on his face.]

You must be very old then. [Not that it shows. No wrinkles anywhere.]

[silencetoreason]

[France can tell how skeptical he is just by looking at him. He narrows his eyes and purses his lips.]

I am. The actual number has long since slipped my mind, but it is somewhere around fifteen hundred.

[kami_korosu]

[... well, if this man is actually a fully-fledged nation...]

Then you must remember everything that happens to you. [And all the hardship too, except, Hibari's not exactly capable of emoting sympathy.]

Ah, if today is Bastille Day, then it must be your birthday, no? [But no presents here. Sorry France.]

[silencetoreason]

If it involves the nation of France, then rest assured, the knowledge is stored in here!

[He taps a finger to his heart. He believes in heart-over-brain, after all. (And, on a more depressing note, that is roughly where he's come to find his soul is located.)

He gives an enthusiastic nod.]

That's right, mon ami. Technically, I was not born today, but national holidays do provide a handy way to keep track of things.

[kami_korosu]

Hm. [He certainly was an interesting character. Hibari glances at his hands for a second, as if wondering if France expected presents or something. At least, that's what was customary, right? He doesn't remember the last time that he'd received a gift for his birthday.]

How do you... intend on spending the day then.

[France woke him up. He figures the least the man can do is entertain him a little longer. On the other hand, Hibird has fluttered to the top of Hibari's head and stares straight at France with its beady eyes.]

[silencetoreason]

[France pays the bird no mind. It reminds him of the little chick Prussia always has with him more than anything.

He gives a smile and a lazy shrug, feeling calmer already.]

I was going to make a lovely meal, enjoy some of the floors that are not dangerous... Surround myself with beautiful things and beautiful people, as is customary, no?

[kami_korosu]

[Hibari's deadpan expression has shifted to a puzzled one.]

Is that what you're supposed to do on birthdays?

[He wracks his brain for other birthday customs. He thinks there's something that involves cake too. He remembers coming home one day greeted by a two-tier cake. Of course, neither of his parents were in sight as usual. As a child, Hibari had pushed the cake off the table and locked himself in his room.]

A meal, hmph.

[Except his stomach begs to differ.]

[silencetoreason]

Well... [France blinks.] You are supposed to do whatever you want on your birthday.

[His lips quirk upward.]

And I would like some company today. You wouldn't be terribly opposed to joining me, would you?

[That's French for "don't try to tell me you're not hungry right now."]

[kami_korosu]

[Whatever... you want, huh?

And actually yeah, Hibari is terribly opposed to joining France.]

I don't have time for an herbivore like you.

[Except he hasn't eaten anything since breakfast, and it's already into the late afternoon. He throws a glare in France's direction because he has no dearth of those.]

I don't enjoy owing people things. [Even if it's a cooked meal.]

[silencetoreason]

--Ehhh?

[Just when he thought this guy might be warming up, he says something like that. France's head is spinning.]

But I'm not a- You're- Augh! Young people are so difficult!

[kami_korosu]

[Hibari Kyoya does not ask for things from people. It's the equivalent to groveling when it comes to him.]

... [He isn't sure if he could eat properly with such a loud person around him. Still... food is food.]

... ... ... you'll let me make something too. [That's an imperative statement, not a request.]