The blizzard had been going on since 7 p.m the night before, the power had gone out around 11 a.m this morning, filling the French manor with candles of different scents and colors. Snow had completely snowbound both Francis and Fran into the French manor. Frangirl, properly known as Marissa or Fran for short, had gone upstairs once more to retrieve more blankets for both her and Francis to share on the couch. Francis sat shivering under his 6 blankets awaiting Fran to bring more, he held the hot chocolate she'd made him close to his chest as he took sips from time to time. Fran made her way down the stairs quickly in her two layers of pajamas holding tight a bundle of blankets, "Francis these are the last of them", she said plopping them down before the couch to individually flap them out over him and her open sitting space, " I hope it's enough, even with the amount we have now I still feel like I'm sitting here naked…" Francis responded with complete and utter dismay. After placing the last blanket of the 7 blankets to the pile Fran grabbed her own coffee cup of hot chocolate and took a seat next to Francis to be met by a yeowl of pain from her cat Rosie, "Ah! Rosie! That's my seat! move over!" Fran exclaimed pushing over her grumbly cubby black and mahogany patched cat closer to Francis's side so she could take a seat. Francat on the other hand sat his fluffy white self comfortably on Francis's lap asleep purring quite loudly as usual. Fran sighed as she took a seat and wrapped the blankets back around them completing the blanket burrito. Francis sighed tapping the side of his coffee cup with his nails, "Usually I'd contact Arthur and see how things were going on his end but even the emergancy phone lines are down.." Francis complained, "Well the news said the winter storm was blowing in from Russia, so my guess is that all of Europe is feeling it's wrath." Fran tried her best to confirm Francis's worries, "We're fine I'm sure Arthur is too." she said smiling, "Ya but I have you. Arthur doesn't have a wonderful headmaid to keep him company." Francis explained, Fran internally smiled, liking to hear that Francis was glad to have her by his side, "true, but he's a strong nation and he has Iggycat. I'm sure the two of them are cuddling, reading Harry Potter by candle light and eating scones and tea." she continued to try and calm Francis's nerves, hating to see him in a tizzy. "I sure hope you're right Fran.." Francis said petting Francat's head lightly making the cat chirp and lift his head to get more friction between his head and his masters hand. Fran smiled weakly hoping her own statement was actually true.
Francis chuckled looking at the skin between Fran's thumb and pointer finger that had acquired a mark similar to a sword. "what" Fran said smiling due to Francis's light hon's, "It's that little scar thing. You've lived with me ever since you were little and for over 100 years I've never noticed it." he said poking at the mark, Fran looked down at the mark she'd received the night of her actual 16th birthday, when an angel came to her in her sleep asking for help in protecting the French nation, which she accepted almost immediately, receiving 'the mark of the angel' as the angel told her before withholding herself into Frangirl's being. "It's remarkable how much it resembles a sword.." Francis said fascinated holding Fran's hand close in his hand. Fran suddenly felt uncomfortable with how much Francis stared at it and slowly withdrew her hand, "Must be a mark from when I participated in the Liberation of Paris" She giggled trying to persuade Francis, he took it, and relaxed back into his spot on the couch sighing smiling sweetly, "I remember how unscathed you were as a child when I first found you. A bit of dirt and scratches from running around but no scars of battle…" he paused, "you were… so small." he chuckled, "running around frantically looking for help in finding your family…" he continued, "and you bumped your adorable little long brown head full of curls right into my leg." he said sweetly looking over to her with reminiscing eyes. Fran blushed, smiling. Francis rolled his head back to continue with the memory, "I picked you up and your mouth closed tight like a clam, you wouldn't even tell me your name. So.. I said, 'well, my names Francis.. and you're a girl… how about… Frangirl' and I.. bopped your nose." he said repeating the action, making her giggle just like she had as a child, "and you laughed and I made it that your name, or nickname while you were with me at least, was Frangirl." , Francis let out a huge sigh, " Oh I remember how much time I spent with you in tow walking around all of France looking for your parents...how your first actual words to me were 'I'm hungry' and how you finally told me that you WEREN'T FROM FRANCE." he said the last part louder as he laughed, "God I'd spent weeks looking for citizens not even related to me, which made it even harder to find them…" he paused as his laughter died down and his smile faded a bit. "I still think one of the saddest moments I've had with you was when Alfred told us about what happened to your family…" Francis said much quieter, making Fran listen closely as her eyes softened as well. " I wouldn't dare have even thought of leaving you in one of Alfred's filthy orphanages…" Francis said grumpily, Fran smiled taking hold of one of Francis's hands, "I couldn't think of any other way I'd like to live me life than as your headmaid Francis." Fran said sweetly, making Francis smile and squeeze her hand. A sudden gush of wind from the storm blew open a window with enough force that it broke the glass within the window in the upper level hallway and blowing out all the candles, the racket of the shattering glass startled both cats making them jump scratching both Francis and Fran as they flew off to find a hiding spot from the noise. In the fit, both Francis and Fran screamed and splashed their hot beverages on their chests. After a bit of recollection as they sat in the dark Francis announced, "My boobs hurt." Fran erupted with laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood, "Mine too. I'll get a cloth from the kitchen for us both, wanna head upstairs and check out the window situation?" Fran suggested, "Sounds good mon ami." Francis said cheerfully as they both headed out wobbly in the dark to do their tasks./p