- And he dares Gregory to come and find him.

RUGBY TACKLES HIM FROM BEHIND D<

then checks if he's wearing any underwear... if he is he's bloody yanking it off. He will not besmirch his kilt twice over D<

rugby tackled from behind. He's very surprised, but... not entirely. He expected this. "Off me!"

shakes his head, 'Take it off.'

- "I won't. I'm allowed to wear whatever I want."

, 'No you're bloody not.' Thankfully he's experienced on taking off kilts. He situates himself on the other legs to keep him down and_

starts on undoing it. 'Everyone should stop trying to claim my bloody traditions. You with the kilt, England with the haggis... Ireland in_

general.'

huffs, and tries to slap at Gregory's hands. "You should feel glad that other people like your traditions so much as to try and replicate

them, you old fool." He grumbles. "Personally this thing.. is horrific, and I only purchased it to prove to you, that I would and could wear

it. Now release me!"

swats Roderich's hands, leaning in close with a deep frown. 'You should just effing leave people's traditions alone, what you think is_

horrific makes another nation proud mate.'

slaps him, just because the other invaded his personal space. More than he already was doing. "Well, then you should be proud that others

want to replicate this tradition." He repeats, frowning. BT

holds his cheek, since he's guessing he was slapped there and scowls. 'I don't want an effing git that's too big for his own boots trying to

pull off a kilt. He tugs it off as he stands, leaving him to do whatever he wants

kicks his leg forward, tripping him.

falls with the kilt, making a loud oof noise. 'What the fuck was that for, Mr.Starkers?' (( Stark naked... = starkers. ))

stands and yanks the kilt away from him. "At least let me get back home." He rolls his eyes as he steps into it once more.

.... makes a face, a horrified face. Did he just step into a kilt like it was a bloody skirt... or even a dress.

DID.

pretty much lost his soul now ;n;

glad. He heads home, and tells the wonderful ladies that yes, it is a lovely SKIRT, isn't it?

... thinks a vendetta has started. Ohh, Austria doesn't know what childish pranks he has gotten himself into D<

shaking in his skirt.

it effing falls off.

smirks, smugly.

glad that Gregory admitted that it was indeed a skirt, then.

didn't admit anything of the sort :|

he did.

he didn't.

he did/

.*

he did not >_>

that when Gregory said he hoped it 'effing' -whatever that means...- fell off, Gregory admitted to it being a skirt. =w=

would tell him it's a variation of fucking... which by the way, he adores the two sign up in his livingroom if he wasn't telling Roderich_

that a kilt is not a skirt.

... "You've been taking my Fucking signs?" BT

only has one~

replies, 'It's a wonder anyone in your country has bairns, if you have to put up 'fucking' signs.'

(( >w>;; ))

kind of... snaps. "It's a wonder you have any men in your country. What with all this." He gives a little twirl before continuing on his way

.* BT!

it wouldn't lift as high if he'd put it on properly. He lets the ponce leave, already fed him.