France! ♡

"Honhohoho... look at you, ma petite sœur. Your face is bright red." Francis leaned back on the couch, swirling the last bit of wine in his glass. He had a smug grin on his face as he watched you try to sit up straight and fail. He had been topping off your glass all evening, laughing off your protests, and the alcohol had finally caught up to you. You were completely loose, dizzy, and off balance. He set his glass on the table and slid a bit closer, resting his arm along the back of the couch behind you. He smelled like cologne and expensive wine, his blue eyes bright with amusement. "So helpless without your big brother, hmm?" He let out a loud sigh, leaning his chin in his hand to tease you. "You always try so hard to act tough during our political meetings, arguing over taxes and borders. But look at you now. You can barely keep your head up. Such a good, sweet little colony... see? You are much better off right here, letting your big brother take care of you." He laughed softly, a low sound in his throat as he looked at you. "Dis-moi, sweetheart... do you like it when your big brother spoils you like this? Tell me the truth, and your big brother might just pour you another glass."