[He has no idea how to switch between feeds, so he can only assume now that England can see him.
He can, actually, if his eyes are open and directed at the communicator.
France looks like hell in various meanings of the word but his eyes are razor sharp; even if the rest of him is slightly disheveled. That poor lovely cravat with its curling white silk billows up in splattered red from his layered collars. What is unfortunate is that despite the high collars of his shirt, waistcoat and jacket, stained bandages still protrude from underneath the cloth, wrapped sinuously around his neck. The stains bloom from them and France, oh France he is so pale and divided--but he has never been so certain in his uncertainties.]
I am France, Angleterre. [His tone is soft, but cold and patronizing.]
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Date: 2011-10-25 02:12 am (UTC)He can, actually, if his eyes are open and directed at the communicator.
France looks like hell in various meanings of the word but his eyes are razor sharp; even if the rest of him is slightly disheveled. That poor lovely cravat with its curling white silk billows up in splattered red from his layered collars. What is unfortunate is that despite the high collars of his shirt, waistcoat and jacket, stained bandages still protrude from underneath the cloth, wrapped sinuously around his neck. The stains bloom from them and France, oh France he is so pale and divided--but he has never been so certain in his uncertainties.]
I am France, Angleterre. [His tone is soft, but cold and patronizing.]