Past-Part Fills Part 7

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Past-Part Fills Part Seven

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Wasta Est (2h/2v) the previous one was 2g

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France did the same, put out that England would use that against him. He hadn't known, had he? And he'd apologised! Though, really, he wasn't sorry that he'd looked after England, he was only sorry that it had all turned sour afterwards. And that hadn't even been his fault. He wouldn't make a mistake like that again; he knew what he was dealing with now.

France swallowed his indignation with another mouthful of porridge. “Are you sure you don't want to put something on your hands?”

“France!” England gave him an exasperated look.

“The stuff I have would really help, and it rubs in like it was never there!”

England stopped his next rant short. “Really?”

“Yes!” France nodded emphatically.

England glanced at France out of the corner of his eye. “Does it smell?”

“Barely.”

England considered it. “I suppose it might help.” He narrowed his eyes. “But you mustn't get all smug like you usually do or else he'll know.”

Having only just got back on good terms with England, France chose to ignore the slander and be glad that England was accepting his help. In that same vein, he quashed his jibe when England abandoned his spoon and used his finger to get every last drop out of his bowl.

Despite having two whole bowls, England still finished eating before France did.

~

England disappeared soon after France had finished his round of expert skin care, and France was pleased to note that he looked far more cheerful than he had the day before. France didn't know where England was off to, but he wasn't much worried about it; he knew where William would be and that he would be distracted.

William would be distracted because France was going to have a talk with him. There was more than one reason he didn't mind England being elsewhere.

France sat in his room, planning, until Hugh came to find him.

~

The hall seemed larger now that there were more people to fill it. The room seemed to stretch before him as he made his way to the far end of the table, where William sat, indulging in his wealth. The man was surrounded by his nobles and they talked and laughed and congratulated themselves on a job well done.

France frowned and firmly instructed Hugh to stop dogging his heels before he approached any closer.

William turned to France with an amused quirk to his lips, the remnants of some witty remark from one of his men. “Is there something I can do for you, France?” The smile remained, giving the impression of a reasonable man.

France drew himself up with a sharp nod. “I wish to discuss England's education with you.”

William flicked an amused glance back to his men, who all returned their attentions to their food. “Is that so?”

“You are a busy man with many things on your mind.”

William nodded. “True enough.”

“Taking all of England's learning into your own hands is unnecessary. I would suggest that you let someone else take on the bulk of the work so that you may attend to your more important duties.”

“And would you know of anyone up to such a task?” The raised eyebrow was a touch more patronising than required; France was older than he looked and this wasn't just some fancy or whim of his.

“With my knowledge of the language and society – from King down to lowliest servant – I believe I would be the perfect candidate.” France brushed non-existent dirt off his tunic.

William looked thoughtful. After a moment he leant forward, to better look France in the eye.“Do you believe you are capable of disciplining the boy?”

France kept his face neutral at such a distasteful question. “If it came to that, I believe-- I believe I would use sufficient force.”

William looked France in the eye for an unnerving length of time, then he sat back in his chair. “Do you know, France, how long it took for him to address me properly?”

“No.”

“Five months.” William's eye contact was unwavering.

France didn't let himself show any reaction beyond a polite nod.

“It was two months before he could even be without guard, and another month after that before I heard a single civil word from him.” With the smallest of shrugs, William glanced around the table. “I cannot risk all my hard work being undone.”

“I will make sure it is not!”

“How, France? Will you take the switch to him when he deserves it?”