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The laughing stops once the door closes.
“Francis. Please open the door.”
“Non.”
“… Okay then.” And then she leaves. That’s it. She didn’t even put up a fight. I sigh, reaching for a sketchbook and drawing a few pictures of roses and what not. __ must have told Gil and Toni to try because now they’re trying to get me out.
“Come out, por favor mi amigo?” Toni tries.
“Non.”
“We promise not to embarrass you anymore.” Gil says.
“Too late.”
“Are you sure?” Gil again.
“…”
“Okay, fine. Lo siento.”
Silence. Taunting silence. I start drawing again. This time it looks like something __ would draw. Standing alone in a street, holding a violin case, a man is surrounded by a streetlamps light. Is he waiting? Waiting for what? I close the sketchbook and open my door slightly. No one there. I walk out and look over the railing. Nothing but my usual empty house. Walking down the stairs, I realize everything has gone quiet. I walk around, calling their names, looking for them. Nobody is there. I give up and go to my art room. After setting up and easel, I remember the drawing, so I go back upstairs to get it then return to find a note near my easel. A game? I pick it up and read it.
‘Well hello there, Mr. Grumpkins. We’ve (Antonio, Gilbert and I) have decided you need some fun. Follow these notes and you’ll find the big surprise! How does that sound? Well anyways, here’s you hint: Art and music are just fine, but inspiration is needed. The next note is hiding where you find inspiration. (Even glancing at the color GREEN can inspire someone.)’
Inspiration? Green? The garden? As soon as I step out onto the grass, I take in all the scents and flowers. Beautiful. I look around for a while then notice a note on the rose bush.
‘Hola, Amigo! You found the second note! So I’m guessing __ told you the gist of this game. Next clue! Roses represent love, no? Find another thing that represents love. (Chocolates release a chemical that you feel when you’re in love)’
Obviously the kitchen. I pick a rose and make my way there. Immediately, on a counter, a box of chocolates sits there. On top is a note.
‘Kesesese! You found the note written by the awesome me! And you found the last thing and can be over with the game. NOT! HA! Anyways, here’s your clue-hint-thingy-ma-bob. This was a game for fun, so find the funnest room here and the last note with it. (Sorry. No extra hint this time.)
For reasons I forgot, I had an arcade room. Taking the box of chocolates with me, I walked to the arcade room. There were a lot of old games. Some Nintendo 64’s, Street Fighter, Crash Bandicoot, classical Mega man, Pac man, Donkey Kong, and some other ones. Held up by a magnet on my mini fridge, another note sat waiting to be read.
‘You found the fourth, and final, note! Alright. Take four sodas and don’t turn around until you have four.’
Sighing, I open it and pull out a coke for myself, sprite for Toni and Gil, and a (fave soda) for __. I straighten up and turn around to see __, Gil and Toni, standing there holding popcorn, candy, and stuffed animals.
“What is this all about” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Fun!” they say together, smiling.
After that, we played video games and ate candy and watched movies until midnight when we fell asleep watching TV.
In the morning, I woke up hugging Gil with __’s head near my crotch and Toni’s ass near my head. After attempting to get up with out waking anyone up, and failing miserably (by tripping over a bowl of popcorn, falling, and dragging down another metal bowl with me), I dusted myself off and smiled at the now awake people on my floor.
“Good morning, Mon Amis.”
“Morning~!”
“Guten Morgen!”
“Buenos días!”
“Crêpes, anyone?”
“PANCAKES!!!!”
“YAY!!!!”
“Churros…”
-To Be Continued…-
“Francis. Please open the door.”
“Non.”
“… Okay then.” And then she leaves. That’s it. She didn’t even put up a fight. I sigh, reaching for a sketchbook and drawing a few pictures of roses and what not. __ must have told Gil and Toni to try because now they’re trying to get me out.
“Come out, por favor mi amigo?” Toni tries.
“Non.”
“We promise not to embarrass you anymore.” Gil says.
“Too late.”
“Are you sure?” Gil again.
“…”
“Okay, fine. Lo siento.”
Silence. Taunting silence. I start drawing again. This time it looks like something __ would draw. Standing alone in a street, holding a violin case, a man is surrounded by a streetlamps light. Is he waiting? Waiting for what? I close the sketchbook and open my door slightly. No one there. I walk out and look over the railing. Nothing but my usual empty house. Walking down the stairs, I realize everything has gone quiet. I walk around, calling their names, looking for them. Nobody is there. I give up and go to my art room. After setting up and easel, I remember the drawing, so I go back upstairs to get it then return to find a note near my easel. A game? I pick it up and read it.
‘Well hello there, Mr. Grumpkins. We’ve (Antonio, Gilbert and I) have decided you need some fun. Follow these notes and you’ll find the big surprise! How does that sound? Well anyways, here’s you hint: Art and music are just fine, but inspiration is needed. The next note is hiding where you find inspiration. (Even glancing at the color GREEN can inspire someone.)’
Inspiration? Green? The garden? As soon as I step out onto the grass, I take in all the scents and flowers. Beautiful. I look around for a while then notice a note on the rose bush.
‘Hola, Amigo! You found the second note! So I’m guessing __ told you the gist of this game. Next clue! Roses represent love, no? Find another thing that represents love. (Chocolates release a chemical that you feel when you’re in love)’
Obviously the kitchen. I pick a rose and make my way there. Immediately, on a counter, a box of chocolates sits there. On top is a note.
‘Kesesese! You found the note written by the awesome me! And you found the last thing and can be over with the game. NOT! HA! Anyways, here’s your clue-hint-thingy-ma-bob. This was a game for fun, so find the funnest room here and the last note with it. (Sorry. No extra hint this time.)
For reasons I forgot, I had an arcade room. Taking the box of chocolates with me, I walked to the arcade room. There were a lot of old games. Some Nintendo 64’s, Street Fighter, Crash Bandicoot, classical Mega man, Pac man, Donkey Kong, and some other ones. Held up by a magnet on my mini fridge, another note sat waiting to be read.
‘You found the fourth, and final, note! Alright. Take four sodas and don’t turn around until you have four.’
Sighing, I open it and pull out a coke for myself, sprite for Toni and Gil, and a (fave soda) for __. I straighten up and turn around to see __, Gil and Toni, standing there holding popcorn, candy, and stuffed animals.
“What is this all about” I ask, raising an eyebrow.
“Fun!” they say together, smiling.
After that, we played video games and ate candy and watched movies until midnight when we fell asleep watching TV.
In the morning, I woke up hugging Gil with __’s head near my crotch and Toni’s ass near my head. After attempting to get up with out waking anyone up, and failing miserably (by tripping over a bowl of popcorn, falling, and dragging down another metal bowl with me), I dusted myself off and smiled at the now awake people on my floor.
“Good morning, Mon Amis.”
“Morning~!”
“Guten Morgen!”
“Buenos días!”
“Crêpes, anyone?”
“PANCAKES!!!!”
“YAY!!!!”
“Churros…”
-To Be Continued…-
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No Touching (France x Reader)
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All Translations are in the description, hope you enjoy!~ :3
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~~~(Name) POV~~~
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