Welcome
"Bonjour, ma cherie."
Seychelles jumps at his touch, spinning to face him. She can barely see, her eyes sting from waiting out here in the bitter cold, but she knows who it is.
"France! That's cruel." She complains. France stifles a chuckle as he kisses her crimson cheek, thawing her frozen skin. "You just had to invite me over in November, didn't you? It's freezing." She says. France smiles and takes off his scarf, tying it around her neck. She fidgets, stomps her feet, and rubs her hands together.
"I'll do my best to keep you warm, mademoiselle." He says, kissing the back of her hand before picking up the suitcase she had brought with her. "I've got a cab. You could have waited in the airport, you know."
"Too many people. They make fun of my accent." She mutters as he helps her into the taxi. And the blond laughs, kissing her on the nose.
"They are silly. No one but I can speak the language of amour as well as you." He hands her a thermos of hot chocolate. Hardly elegant, very unromantic in his opinion, but Seychelles takes it with a grateful smile, whimpering when the beverage scalds her tongue. More laughter, and she glares at him.
"It's not funn-" France cuts her off with the cliché yet dependable kiss and wraps his arms around her. Seychelles' cheeks are burning cherry red and he smiles now that he knows it is not from the cold.
