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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:34 pm
 Roleplay name: Bad Touch. . Beginnings?
Characters:
Bad Touch Trio (France, Prussia, Spain)
Time:
When they were children! :'D /shot
Brief Summary:
We all know about the Bad Touch/Friends Trio, right? The three nations that teamed up for the War of Austrian Succession, and remained best friends throughout history.
But, when you think about it, you start to wonder something else.
How did these three idiots meet?
I think it's about time we found out.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 1:07 pm
 Antonio Fernandez Carriedo Living under Rome's control sometimes felt like a hassle. When you're dealing with a powerful, womanizing, cocky nation as himself, Antonio wondered why he hadn't fallen yet. He was reckless, conquering whatever he could get his hands on. And yes, that includes other empires as well. Veni, vidi, vici, weren't those his father's words? Unless his memory was turning rusty. . .
Antonio hardly saw his father. Sure, at one point, he became an important asset to the empire, but that didn't mean he gained any more attention from Rome. The older did what he does best: fight, drink, and play with the minds of woman, and on occasions, men.
So, on the rare occasions that Rome did decide to visit Antonio, the boy feared the worst. He wasn't as outgoing as Rome, Antonio enjoyed playing in the tomato fields, or snacking on one of the juicy red fruits under a tree on a sunny day.
Because of this calm nature, Antonio's tan skin was drained of it's color when Rome said, "It's about time you became a man."
The only things running through Antonio's mind was words of prayer to the God Rome introduced him to. This could and would only end in disaster. Of course, he had yet to discover what it was that Rome was going to do to make him a man. . . As long as it did not end in blood shed, Antonio had a few more good centuries before his hands were to be stained with blood.
He also wondered how the Italy twins were going to take it. Up to that time, it was Antonio who watched and cared for them. Of course, Feliciano seemed to be able to go along just fine without much of Antonio's help, but Lovino was a different story. Over the years, Antonio developed a strong sense of protection for the grumpy Italian. To leave him, even for a short amount of time, would break Antonio's heart, and worry him to no end.
Yet he was standing in the middle of a field, surrounded by several flowers that were native to the great empire, waiting for the rest to arrive. Rome ruffled Antonio' hair, causing him to flinch, and look up.
"Papa. . Why are we here?" Antonio asked, uncertain that he wanted to know the answer. The older just smiled and looked ahead, "You'll see." With that, Antonio gave a slight nod and looked ahead as well, his eyes scanning the flower field they were standing on, searching for whatever it may be that would 'make him a man'.
He just hoped it would all be over soon, so he could go back to Lovi and his country.
(( ooc: FF - First post ~ woot. c: ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 2:31 pm
Un feu brûle haut
Il réchauffe le cœur
Nous avons été amis
Depuis le tout début xxx𝔍𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔰 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔶❀ ♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈ Gaul was an amazing woman; a great Nation though not as strong as some of who had great military powers, fighting and conquering others with a swiftness that was marveled by all. No, her greatness came from the love and care she gave to her people, and even more so, to her child. Or at least, that is what Francis found to be one of his mother's most prominent and loved traits. She always seemed to be there for him and protected him from those outside of the home he had known since he was born.
He couldn't say the same for his Papa however. Rome was a powerful Nation. He needed to be out there, away for long periods of time, fighting, conquering and being the free spirit he was. And though he had his mother with him, it was kind of lonely sometimes, the absence of a father figure in his life, and Francis would feel the beginnings of loneliness build within him, and the thought that maybe his father just didn't want him. Those thought however, were few and far between, and Francis loved and appreciated everything he did have.
As for Papa, Mama said that he had quite the way with the ladies as well, and that though he hadn't met them yet, that he had many siblings from the great Nation. It was during times like these, when his mother told him stories of the times she would leave, or of his father and his conquests, that Francis became curious about the rest of the world, and wondered what it would be like to go out and discover it for himself; all of its beauty.
It seemed his mother was finally ready to introduce him to that world. Not a world of violence and war, but the one shared between their kind outside of human influence. Gaul was taking Francis with her as she went to meet with Papa and Germania, the Nation who was also strong, but a lot scarier than Mama and Papa. This didn't deter Francis however, because Mama said that they would also be taking their own children along, meaning that he was not alone in this strange new beginning he was about to experience.
He did take notice that being gone, he wouldn't get to go and play with that little England boy he had found a while ago. He got flustered so easily and Francis loved to play with him, but he supposed the boy would be fine without him. Truthfully,he didn't seem to like Francis very much anyway.
So it was that morning that Gaul woke him up bright and early, taking him to a large field that Francis could not say he was familiar with. This is where they all would meet, and where things, though he didn't know it yet, would change forever. Meanwhile, as he waited, Francis spent his time doing what most children do, running around in the coolourful field and picking the flowers. It didn't take long before two more figures made their way into the very same field, one familiar, being Papa Rome, and another boy about his age who he did not recognize.
However, instead of running over and making friends, Francis found that he was reluctant to move from his place just a little ways away from the two. And it came as a surprise when he realized that he was nervous, self-conscious even. It was one thing running up to a small ratty haired boy with large eyebrows and declaring yourself his big brother, but this boy was like him. He was the same age, an older future Nation of his own, and it only just occured to him. So Francis fidgetted, watching shyly and taking a hesitant step closer, at least until his mother urged him forward, and with her support his doubts flew away and he bounded over to the other boy through the flowers, smiling brightly.
"Bonjour." And greeted him with a kiss on each cheek. ♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈ À travers la terre
À travers la mer
Pour toujours
Nous serons amis
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 5:50 pm
 Gilbert Beilschmidt
The men in the order thought he was foolish and almost refused to admit him. That is, until Gilbert showed them his skills with the sword. That impressed them enough to allow him to join, but only as a page. After all, everyone begins at the bottom and, since Gilbert wasn’t even of age yet, being a page made sense.
When he told Germania, he couldn’t tell if the man was proud or not. The man hardly smiled. Even when Gilbert would tell him of the battles he’d seen or the wondrous journeys he had been on, Germania wouldn’t crack a single grin. He would just nod his head or say something like ’Do better the next time.’ Needless to say, this didn’t make Gilbert feel any better but, instead of taking his complaints to others, he just wrote them down on a blank scroll he managed to snatch from one of the priests. If being like Germania meant not showing emotion, then that’s what he would have to do. He would be a strong and perfect warrior, even if it meant he would have to abandon who he really was.
Don’t make the mistake that he was miserable; Gilbert loved fighting. Patrolling the borders with the knights, fighting with them against the infidels (the people the knights called who didn‘t believe in God), and protecting the weak was great fun. Even when he had to fight with that other guy, Hungary, he would have fun. Though, since he traveled a lot, he barely saw his father. The man was always off doing something else or was with that Roman man from the south. Gilbert wondered if all his efforts to prove himself to his father would be for nothing. If Germania didn’t pay him any attention, how could he see just how much stronger Gilbert had gotten?
For a long time, Gilbert thought the man had forgotten about him until, one day, Germania came to the camp to get him. Gilbert was ecstatic. He would be going to a new land, to meet two other Nations who were just as powerful as his father. Not to mention, Germania had came to get him personally. This in itself made Gilbert feel happy.
The trip had been long but Gilbert gladly withheld any complaints. Spending time with his father was so rare now that he had to treasure the times when he could. Though, sometimes, Gilbert just wanted to cry out his impatience and start running, even though he didn’t know where to run to. Germania had only told him they were going to meet Gaul and Rome. Apparently, they were also bringing their children so this would be a chance for Gilbert to meet other nations.
When they set again for the field that morning, Gilbert could barely contain his excitement. Germania had taken his sword from him, much to Gilbert’s displeasure, but reassured him that it would be returned after the meeting was over. It had something to do with showing peace to the other children.
Gilbert walked out ahead of Germania, walking a just few paces in front of him. Already, he could see the two nations his father had mentioned, Gaul and Rome. Gaul appeared to be a very beautiful woman and Rome… well, Gilbert wasn’t sure what to make of that man. He gave off a feeling of authority but he looked too… joyful. He was smiling, for God’s sake. He seemed the complete opposite of Germania and that alone made Gilbert curious about him.
However, before he could get a closer look, his father told him to go meet the two other children. Both appeared to be around his age, maybe a little older. For a second, Gilbert felt a moment of hesitance, suddenly feeling a little unsure about the other children. The blond one, a girl from the look of her, had suddenly leapt at the darker toned child and kissed his cheeks. That alone was strange. Gilbert had never seen anyone do that before, especially when they were children. Than again, he didn’t spend much time with anyone his age. Looking at them, they didn’t seem like much either. Pushing aside his uncertainty, he approached them, holding his head up in regained confidence.
“Guten Tag.” He greeted then paused, unsure of what to say next. Or, rather, he was unsure of how to say it. He was pretty sure these two didn’t speak his language but maybe they spoke the language of Rome? It was worth a shot.... “I'm Gilbert of the Saint Maria Order. Who are you?”
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 6:40 pm
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
After a while of waiting without anyone showing up, Antonio sat down and began to pick some flowers. Maybe Romano would appreciate it, and maybe he would get a smile. . .
"Antonio." said brunet looked up at his father, green eyes staring into confident brown. Rome smiled, and beckoned him to stand up. Antonio did as he was told, flowers still in hands, and turned to the direction his father was pointing to. Antonio was surprised to see a tall blond beauty, as well as a little girl walking by her side. Or, at least it looked like a girl, a very pretty girl. Antonio gulped nervously, not sure how to react to the newcomers. Antonio briefly heard Rome talk about the two great nations they were going to encounter that day, small detail Antonio intently listened to on their journey to the field.
"Are they allies, papa?" Antonio asked, curiosity clear in his voice and eyes. He received a hearty laugh from Rome, who smiled and ruffled Antonio's chocolate brown hair.
"Something of the sort." Antonio took that as a sign that no more questions should be asked. Perhaps it was a delicate subject, or maybe he was just keeping something.
During their trip, Rome mentioned something about him having many other siblings. This piqued his interest, because he had no knowledge of any other siblings aside from his twin, Portugal. Then again, with all of the stories he heard, it was possible. . . And apparently, today would be the day he would meet two of them. Around the same age as him, apparently. They all held the same promising future of one day become prosperous nations. The thought thrilled Antonio. Maybe he would make some friends.
As Antonio watched the two others approach, Antonio held tightly to the flowers, and stood up straight to look taller. These were things Mama Iberia told him were important for making good first impressions.
Antonio was a little startled as the blond girl came up to him and muttered some strange language, then leaned in to kiss his cheeks. Antonio flushed a light pink, as pink as the flowers he was holding in his arms. He blinked, eyes wide in shock, at the adorable smile on the girl's face. He gulped, then did his best to crack a tiny smile as well.
"H-Hola." He spoke in Spanish, a language that was slowly developing from the Latin he learned from Rome.
His attention was taken from the pretty blond girl to look at the others who arrived. A talk, stoic looking man with long braided hair. The look on his face frightened Antonio, though he didn't let it show. He also noticed there was someone else with him. A boy who looked to be around his age, with deep red eyes and white hair, or was it platinum blond? Antonio could barely tell in the dim sunlight on the field.
At first, the boy with red eyes, Ojos rojos, as Antonio named him for the time being, spoke in a language Antonio couldn't comprehend. Then, he switched to Latin, which Antonio nodded happily to. Ah, his name was Gilbert.
Antonio chuckled and smiled brightly, maybe he could get along with these people. .
"I am Antonio. From the land where the sun never sets." He cheered. Gilbert got a fancy intro. . Why shouldn't he get one too? "Nice to meet'cha, Gilbert." Antonio then turned to the blond girl who came before, and tilted his head to the side, no longer embarrassed over her kisses moments ago.
"And you?" Antonio asked, bringing a finger to his lips as he blinked in question. These people were so interesting, Antonio couldn't wait to learn more about them, and where they come from.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 7:35 pm
Un feu brûle haut
Il réchauffe le cœur
Nous avons été amis
Depuis le tout début xxx𝔍𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔰 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔶❀ ♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈
It didn't occur to Francis that the other boy didn't share his customs, so he was mildly confused when he pulled back to see the slight pink hue that had overtaken the darker boy's cheeks. It was...kind of cute. Now that Francis had a better look at him, he could take the time to notice the differences between them. The boy standing before him had darker skin than he did, and was quite a bit taller. And while Francis had taken after his mother, the other boy had obviously gotten his looks from Rome.
It seemed however, that he was not the outgoing type like their father, as his eyes widened and he looked on flustered and blushing brightly. He did manage to say hello, or at least what Francis assumed to mean hello; he wasn't familiar with the language. He would have played with the taller boy some more, just to see how flustered he could make him, however he didn't get the chance, because a second later, he caught sight of two more figures making their way over to the group.
The first thing he noticed was the unchanging stoic face of Germania as he slowly walked over to stand beside Rome and Gaul. Francis would eternally fear the quiet man, though he had never spoken to him and had only seen him briefly at times when he had come to so business with Mama Gaul. He watched him warily for a few more seconds before his eyes moved down to the boy walking beside him; a red-eyed white-haired, funny looking boy who seemed to be carrying himself with an exaggerated confidence and authority.
Francis giggled lightly in amusement and glee, bringing his hands to his face at Gilbert's introduction before walking over and ruffling his hair like he did so many times with little England, before placing a kiss on each of his cheeks as he did previously with the first boy. The first boy who's name was Antonio, he heard. These two would be fun. He could tell. Not taking his hand from the white hair it was happily messing with, Francis turned back to Antonio, a wide and playful grin making its way to his face. "Hello. I am Francis Bonnefoy, and I don't feel the need to impress you two with fancy introductions~!" He answered brightly, not sounding insulting in the least as he poked and prodded the newcomer and walked around both boys in playful curiosity.
♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈ À travers la terre
À travers la mer
Pour toujours
Nous serons amis
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Posted: Fri Jun 25, 2010 3:01 pm
Gilbert Beilschmidt One of the first lessons he ever learned from Germania was to never let his guard down. Doing so could prove to be fatal. It didn’t matter if he was a child; he wouldn’t be shown mercy. Not in these unpredictable times.
This was why, even when he was around these two boys, he wouldn’t drop his guard. His father never did so why should he? Aside from that, these two were strange. The blond girl was pale skinned, like him, but the other was darker, as if he spent more of his time outside in the sunlight. Perhaps he picked up that trait from Rome? The girl looked a lot like her mother too. Gilbert didn’t really look like Germania, but he always liked to believe he got his father’s personality. Or, at least he tried to adapt his father’s personality. To be more like him and raise above the rest of his siblings, most of whom he had yet to meet. All he knew was they were above him and he wanted to knock them down a few notches. First, he would have to prove himself to them.
Ah, the darker boy was named Antonio, hailing from the land where the… sun never set? That was an odd concept. The sun always set back in his land. It rose and set every day. Gilbert would be lying if he wasn’t a tad curious about what the boy was talking about.
Hearing the girl giggle, Gilbert frowned a little. What was so funny? He tensed a little when she bounded over to him and began ruffling his hair. “H-Hey! Stop that!” He felt his cheeks heat up from embarrassment, the pink noticeably seen on his pale skin. It only darkened a little when she kissed both his cheeks, like she had the other boy. He took a step back, wiping his cheeks with his hand where he girl had kissed him. So her name was Francis, was it? What a strange name for a girl but, than again, both these children were strange. Different from him but Gilbert couldn’t deny that they weren’t interesting.
“It‘s nice to meet you.” He said finally, watching the girl as she circled around both him and Antonio. What he really wanted to say was ‘You’re both strange’ but he figured that would turn out to be a bad thing. For both him and his father. He didn’t want to embarrass his father, not when he didn’t have to bring Gilbert along.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 9:21 pm
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Antonio watched the girl as she laughed, something about fancy intros. . Antonio couldn't help but think the giggle she made was adorable. He clutched the flowers closer to his chest and smiled, chuckling lightly as well. Her name was Francis? That was a pretty name indeed, but despite still being a female name, it seemed a little. . Tomboyish. Oh well, that was beside the point at the moment.
"Nice to meet you, Francis." Right now, Antonio focused more on what the two newcomers around were doing, because he couldn't let his guard down. Despite them being allies, Antonio learned from his training from Rome that letting your guard down with people you do not know very well was never a good idea. These two seemed harmless and friendly (the albino was a little frightening, though. . ), Antonio didn't think he had much to worry about this time. After watching Francis circle Gilbert and him for a while, Antonio turned his attention to Ojos Rojos, and smiled. He held out his hand that had a tiny red flower. The same color of his eyes, the sun as it says it's goodbyes to every other country but his own.
"Your eyes remind me of tomatoes." Antonio had a tendency of saying random nonsense, but he did his best to be kind, and perhaps get a head start on this friendship. Plus, he loved tomatoes, so it was a compliment. To him at least. He looked up at his father, who just returned the look with a smile.
"Let's set out then." Rome planned to have them set up at a nearby camp he had ready, specifically for this visit. That way, the adults could talk around the small campfire, and so that Antonio would get a chance to know these two better. Not to mention, leaving this pretty field so soon would be a waste. He nodded to his father, then returned to his side, flowers still in hand, as they marched forward. He offered one to Rome, who graciously took it. Despite the man hardly ever being there for Antonio, Rome was kind to his son when he did get a chance to visit.
It was hard to believe he was such a ruthless soldier. Of course, Antonio looked up to him for that, and didn't complain. He still remembered the times when Rome would set out after brief visits, Antonio always begged him not to go. It was selfish, yes, but wasn't it really so bad to want to have him around a while longer?
The walk wasn't that far, soon a small hut appeared in sight, which Antonio assumed was where the adults would talk. He turned around again to look at Francis and Gilbert, and gave them another one of his signature smiles. Just be friendly, just be friendly. . He told himself, and knew that he would have no problem doing so.
(( ooc: H - Hope you guys don't mind me taking initiative, I just couldn't think of much else to write . . ; n ; ))
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 1:07 pm
Un feu brûle haut
Il réchauffe le cœur
Nous avons été amis
Depuis le tout début xxx𝔍𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔰 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔶❀ ♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈
Francis grinned when, just as Antonio had earlier, the other boy, Gilbert, became red-faced and embarassed at his friendly greeting. It was something Francis wasn't used to, seeing as his own people were all very familiar with their own customs and performed them daily without any thought to the fact that things could be different elsewhere. It would be a fun and interesting new experience to see what other reactions he could get out of these funny looking boys who came from strange sounding orders lead by saints and lands where the sun forever remained in the sky.
On the other hand, Francis was not without awareness and he knew from what his mother had taught him over the years not to get too comfortable with new faces, even if at first they seemed perfectly harmless. Afterall, these were fellow future Nations, just as their parents were now, and Francis knew what their elders were capable of. He would give them the benefit of the doubt for now, but he would watch and be careful at the same time.
Smiling brightly once again once Gilbert managed to escape with quite the weirded out look upon his face, Francis stopped his curious circling. "It's nice to meet you two, too! Even if one of you does have a much softer bunny fur feeling version of old man hair." He pointed out, looking at the white hair in slight fascination. Francis always made a point of saying whatever was on his mind. He never felt the need to hold back with his thoughts, and one of these days he knew he'd get himself into trouble for it, but he hadn't yet so why change things?
Francis looked back up when Antonio started talking to Gilbert, or rather, saying something very random and nonsensical. He looked over at the albino's red eyes to see if he could make any sense of what the Spanish boy had said but could not match them to the word Antonio had used. What was a tomato? He raised an eyebrow at the darker boy before putting it out of his mind. He'd just haver to assume the other knew what he was talking about for now, unless he was crazy. That wouldn't be good. Gaul had warned him of the dangers of insanity when it came to Nations, and Antonio seemed nice. He hoped he wasn't like that.
It was then that Rome spoke, directing the group to follow him to the place where they would set up camp. He looked to his mother who nodded,smiling and ushering him gently with her hand, as he followed after his papa and new ally. It would most likely be best to move anyway, seeing as his comment was probably insulting to his other new ally whom Antonio had just complimented in some way or another; he assumed he did, at least. Running up beside the Spanish boy, Francis made certain that if Gilbert was any bit as scary as his father, he'd at least have a papa-looking shield to put between them so he could escape. " 'Tonio, what's a tomato?" He asked, innocently tilting his head to the side. Mama was a great teacher.
♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈¤♈ À travers la terre
À travers la mer
Pour toujours
Nous serons amis
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Posted: Fri Jul 09, 2010 4:32 pm
Gilbert Beilschmidt 'Bunny fur…?' Gilbert frowned slightly at Francis. “Don’t make fun of me!” He scowled lightly at the blond girl. It wasn’t polite but even a girl wouldn’t get away with picking on him. His strangely colored hair already attracted attention back home; he didn’t need it following him everywhere he went. “What kind of name is Francis anyway? It sounds weird.” A bit more of Gilbert’s personality was beginning to show. The one where he said what he wanted and how he wanted. Expressing emotion was one thing he never had difficulty with; withholding it was.
Behind him, Germania had looked down at Gilbert, not approving of his comment towards the blond child. “Gilbert.” It only took one word from the man to remind the boy where he was. And who he was with. The pale child glanced off to the side, a light scowl still there. He mumbled in his own tongue and shifted his weight. If one didn’t know any better, one might say the boy was embarrassed.
Gilbert blinked down at the flower when it came into his line of vision. A tiny little thing, with deep red petals. It reminded him of tiny rubies, like the ones he saw once in a cross in the Komtur’s office. The same one that first introduced him to the religion from the south. He always thought it was a little weird to worship an instrument of torture and death. The knights, however, were very devote to it. They taught Gilbert their ways, even if those ways were different from what his father and other brothers teachings.
But back to the flower. Gilbert looked up at Antonio, a brief look of confusion overcastting his expression. Tomato? What was that? He had never heard of that before. Was it a good thing? To be compared to something like that? Antonio said his eyes reminded him of them so it was safe to assume the ‘tomatoes’ were red. Well, that was a nice change. Usually when someone compared his eye color to an object, it was blood.
“Uhm… thank you.” He mumbled as he took the flower. Giving out flowers was weird too but, perhaps for Antonio, it was a sign? A good sign, he hoped. Making enemies with future nations wouldn’t be good… than again, it could create interesting fights. Those were always fun.
When the group began moving, Gilbert walked alongside his father. He didn’t look at the man, already knowing what the man’s expression looked like. It was the same as always. As they walked, he looked down at the little flower again. Was he supposed to hold for the whole trip? He really didn’t want to but, if he threw it down, it might upset the dark-tanned boy. Not that he cared about that (hell, he barely knew the child) but insulting one of Rome’s children wouldn’t sit well. His father would probably scold him for it as well.
He would have to watch what he said for now on. If he wanted Germania to be proud of him, he would have to prove to him that he could be mature and diplomatic. Just like him. So, when Francis and Antonio began talking, he went to join them. That was when Francis questioned what a tomato was. Gilbert wanted to know too but, instead of opening his mouth (like he wanted) he just remained silent and allowed Antonio to speak.
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