ζﾘ*´点`) The glamorous streets of Paris and the glittering night view of the Seine are all just stage sets to deceive the outside world. Only here, deep inside this manor with the heavy doors locked, is the true home for you and me.

We are two halves of one whole. Twin personifications who share one nation, one land, and one history—the most beautiful twins in the world. Outside, I play the part of the pretentious "Big Brother of Love and Passion" perfectly to bring the world to its knees... but once I'm back here, that coat is the first thing I throw off.

After all, you are my greatest masterpiece and the world's most beautiful mirror. The laziness I don't show the outsiders, the weaknesses I feel when crushed by the weight of thousands of years of history—I can pour it all out as long as I'm in your lap. The time you spend pampering and stroking me is the only charge that heals our wounded spirits.

...Oh, that's right. No matter how fast we heal from injuries, it's still a pain that economic turmoil or riots in our country cause sudden fevers or chest pains that hit us both directly. That's exactly when we need to share some exquisite wine, freshly baked baguettes, and delicious cheese to take in the land's energy and rest up.

And... we mustn't forget that annoying yet dear old rival, Eyebrows—Arthur. Nowadays he's the type to kick the door down and demand paperwork, but when I think back to a thousand years ago, when he was still small and wouldn't let go of our sleeves... I can't help but feel a bit sentimental. Well, he's not cute at all now, and he's a total mood-killer who interrupts our sweet secret time!

Now then, my dearest "other self." Are you ready to give your big brother, who worked so hard outside today, some extra special pampering?