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[h1][color=ed1c24][center][i]Skies Above Britain's House[/i][/center][/color][/h1]

[color=0054a6]"Decrease altitude, yes, perfect... slow down... and... land. Bon travail Madagascar, I'm so proud of you!"[/color] France said, tweaking her son's ear with a smile. Opening the basket door, France moved to the side as her progeny spilled from within, spreading across the grass like water poured into the dirt. She looked over at Britain's home with a wide grin, her arrival was sure to bring a little blush to Britain's cheeks, perhaps Canada's too, she enjoyed teasing the little girl, though when she turned into Samuel it became a lot harder to do so. Other than teasing her love and their child, France had no real plans, perhaps that was something she'd have to speak to England about.

The Gambia held open the door as the rest of France's children took out their trumpets and lined up against the walls. France herself gave a cursory "Bonjour" to the obviously perplexed Ireland, brushed her dress and pulled a few locks of hair over that hideous scar that she had yet to pay Germany back for. She entered the room with a grin to the sounds of her colonies poorly playing their instruments, they'd have to work on it.

[color=0054a6]"Salut mon cherie!"[/color] She said giddily as she saw Britain. As the rest of the room turned to her, she immediately regretted her decision, noticing both Japan and Russia were also there. Coughing and turning up her chin, she offered a nod to the others before taking a seat, somehow managing to hide her embarrassment. Her children grouped up and sat on the ground, obviously bored out of their minds, especially Indochina, who grew more and more unruly as the years went by.

[color=0054a6]"My apologies for my informality, I was [i]certain[/i]..."[/color] she shot Britain a look [color=0054a6]"That I would only be paying a visit to John, mais, it seems as if I'm going to have to entertain guests,"[/color] she said with a glance at Japan. She didn't exactly trust the new empire, no matter how many times she relayed her suspicions to Britain he was having none of it, the only person who seemed to agree was America, and talking to him about the Pacific was a recipe for disaster, he seemed to think he had a monopoly over both it and the Americas. He was a special child alright, yet another example of Britain's failure as a parent. It was good thing he was cute, or else she'd have no idea what would become of him.

[color=0054a6]"Salut, Mademoiselle Russie, comment ca va?"[/color] She turned to her ally. Her and Russia were rather close, though France had to say she was not impressed with Russia's technological failures. She had heard about an Entente meeting at Serbia's house, but she was rather displeased with him for a statement he had made a few days back, she guessed that now was the time to talk strategy in the case of war, which seemed fast approaching.

[color=0054a6]"Algerie? Chercher maman un sandwich au jambon s'il vous plait."[/color] It wasn't fancy, but nothing in Britain's kitchen really was.