The Park . . . ((Open to anyone))

((Oh, you heard about that? =3 x.x it's terrible Dx))

(Shockwaves all the way up to Toronto :/)

France allows Arthur to lead the way and choose where they sit.

((... Didn't know what to post.))

((gawd same so I'ma just post summin . . . x.x))

Arthur looked at the many seats to choose from, This is why I barely ever come into this room! All of the seats look too darn comfy! Sighing Arthur looked up to Francis and smiled "It's always hard to decide where to sit"

"Zen allow me to choose." France said as he pushed Arthur onto the love seat. France removed the remainder of his clothes and straddled him.

((So.... How about that maple syrup... *awkward*))

Arthur shivered against Francis' warm body. "M-maybe I should go get some warm, dry clothes . . . " He said attempting to get up

((omg maple syrup x.x my dad tried to convince me poutine was french (-.-) but then at the end of the trivia in the answers he found out it wasn't xDDD
. . . What does poutine have anything to do with maple syrup? =/ . . . D'know there is Kirkland syrup~ *v* so yum~!))