((//Moved accounts...Thanks for the watch, btw. And for leaving a comment. <3//))
France felt watched. Definitely watched. And he didn't like that feeling at all, but decided to ignore it. Well, at least untill the moment he felt someone's hand on his shoulder. A shiver went down his spine. "AGH! Jesus chri--" He squeaked and turned around. "Uh, hi Gil. Can you tell me, why did you suddenly decide to..." He stopped. And remained silent for a few awkward seconds. "Oh... Hi Gil." He repeated, with a whole different tone. He didn't certainly expect /this/ Gilbert to approach him, but hey. Prussia is Prussia. He smiled slightly. "What are you doing here...?" His eyes moved down to look at his armor curiously. Nope, not the thing one would casually wear.