... the eyebrows... are eating his face...

covers his eyebrows and glares some more. 'Who the fuck are you?'

laughs and smirks at. Heh. "Mind your language, kid." Look at how tiiiiny he is.

staaaares, 'Fuck you, effing bastard.' He looks like he's tempted to hit you. And ,oh look, Bruce. 'What the hell do you bloody want?'

Whoops. Clicked the wrong button there. "Tsk tsk. Did no one teach you anything about manners?" Leans down and flicks forehead.

"I'm just passing through~ no worries."

hits his arm, glaring. 'Manners are for gits like England.' He then crosses his arms, looking defiant. 'You wouldn't want anything here_

anyway, we're all just convicts on this side o' the continent.'

Ouch. Hey. Stop that glare, dammit. Glares back at the small Australian. "Oh right. That stupid eyebrows monster. Of course."

can't agree more with him at that England part. "Oh, but you have vast lands, no?"

looks suspiciously at him, covering his mouth with his hands. He shakes his head, looking defiant. He doesn't need more poncy foreigners_

invading his land, England was enough.

chuckles and kneels down so he's at an eye-level with the kid. "Lying isn't a good thing to do, you know that?"

isn't going to invade him. >>;; He doubts he can win anyway. Evil Koala...

huffs, keeping his hands to his, 'mm mot' He tries to step back and then lands on his arse.

blinks. Huh? What just happened...? He reaches his hand out for the other and helps him stand back. "You okay?"

*his mouth.

nods, glaring some more. 'Why do you care?'

( ajdddiwhurnc Sorry Plurk keeps on not giving me updates orz )

sighs and shrugs. "Because I don't like it when someone's hurt?"

makes a face, 'Well... whatever. Pom.'

pinches cheeks. B| "... huh? What?" What the hell is a Pom now?

waves his arms before resigning to his fate with a pout. 'Englands a pom.'

convinced everyone looks cuter when they're a kid now. "What makes you think I am the same with the eyebrows bastard?"

, 'You're bigger than me... and a country.' He's not cute, he's a rebel. He huffs, puffing his cheeks.

nods. "Well, yeah but still..." Sighs. "I'm not as bad as that ugly brows monster, okay?" He wonders if the other can be bribed with candies

been bribed with swiss chocolate and fairy bread before. '... prove it.'

"Well, first..." Holds his hands up "I don't bring any weapon, okay?" And then... he searches his pocket for candies. Crap, nothing.

eyes him suspiciously before relxing, as much as a brattish kid does. 'Fine.'

he finds uh... empty candy wrappers... what the hell is with his pocket and the rubbish inside. "See? No reason to be suspicious at me~"

blinks at the teenage Oz. Hm. Well, this is interesting. Though he's not going to be looking forward to the extra animosity now. eue

stares at the both of them now, 'You're a liar, you brought him here!' He hits Lovino's leg and the snake on his shoulders hisses. :| The_

Koala, well the Koala is behaving for now... if growling counts as such.

"Calm down, William," he says, attempting at a complacent manner, and simply sounding aloof. I8

throws a rock at England :T

twitches, and glares at Australia. "Back to being an uncivilized twit. Fun," he mumbles under his breath.

headbutts him in the groin. 'You're uncivilised.'

let's out a sound of surprise, and suddenly grabs him by the shoulders. >:L "I beg to differ. And since I'm your guardian now, I suggest we-

take a trip to the theater." [/shot for ref]

starts to try and scramble out of England's hold, reaching over to grab Lovino's arm. 'Help me! I don't want to g-go!'

doesn't bring anyone here! When the hell did England pop up anyway?!! "Oi, eyebrows, you're scaring the poor kid."

"It's just the theater, Lovino. It's good for him." he says this while struggling with William, attempting to drag him away.

only holds on tighter Lovino, giving him a pleading look that's teamed with a bottom jutting lip . 'Let go you bloody pom.'

((The pom comment is directed at England e_e;;; ))

huffs, "Stop struggling, this is for your own good!"

tries to kick England. 'I'm not going to the effing theatre, you git.'

glares at England (and his eyebrows, why so distracting) and tries to swat his hand away. "Don't bother the poor kid, dammit." :|

done a lot to make William not stare at him the way he stares at England. Won't want it to get ruined.

practically worships Lovino now ;o;

sighs impatiently, "It's not like I'm taking him to be thrown off a building, for god's sake. It's the *theatre*! He needs to be cultured."

"Yeah, right. I don't think he needs any of this theatre bullshit though. He's perfectly fine the way he is now." Except maybe, the attitude

But he's pretty okay with it for now.

"You're one to talk," he says sharply, "Antonio didn't culture you, and look how you are now! William has potential. Maybe you did too, --

but that's *long* gone now." Oooh, feel the burn. [/shot for that last l-lol ]

's brow twitches. What the hell? Trying to pick up a fight here, brows monster? :'|?

"Hey, at least I am not someone who got left by almost all of his colonies."

( ;3; meanie )

uses this opportunity to break free and promptly hide behind Lovino. Here, have a tongue, NEEEH.

actually a bit scared of England but ergh. Can't look like a coward when a kid's around. right? Haha, look at that, he hates you, England.

Maybe he DOES. >:L --AND GODDAMMIT WILLIAM. I:< He's just going to grab him around the stomach. He's still ticklish right? A-and shut up, --

he doesn't HATE him, he just doesn't enjoy his methods, is all. I: