can't pull it out of the ground ;;

tried to cut it with his axe... >>

$%$%%^ "Leave it be!" D<

laughs.

BT

poooouts. :c

one to put in his garden ;;

Gregory can buy himself a sheet of paper and a popsicle stick and make one himself.

Roderich can stick the sign up his bloosy arse, hell he'd even help him with the task.

*bloody

rolls his eyes. "Very mature."

smiles sweetly, just to annoy Austria.

Gregory shouldn't smile. It's odd.

quickly back to his old expression, a playful grin. He tugs on the sign again feet digging into the grass and ruining it.

grits his teeth. He will beat Gregory with the nearest stick...

him luck with finding it... it would be stupid to obscure a sign that is often stolen from the public eye with trees, no?

frowns. "... Go away."

laughs, 'Make me mate.'

huffs. "Don't you have skirts to tend to?"

scoffs, 'Don't you have cakes to bake and counters to bend over?'

(( I'm not this nasty in RL... thought I should say this... ))

((*giggle* s'alright. xD))

blushes suddenly. "... W-what is /that/ supposed to mean?!" His voice goes up a few octaves.

smirks, 'That you take it up the arse mate~'

- "I-I haven't in a long time!" He snapped, glaring daggers. "And... just..." !!!

bends over with laughter, clutching his sides. This is almost as fun as ruffling England's feathers.

flushes, furious and embarrassed. He really wants to kick him, but... he can't. He's a gentleman. D<

laughs some more before rubbing away the tears at the corner of his eye. 'Ta mate, I haven't laughed like that in a while.'

- "Isn't that just wonderful for you. Now that we've all had our shits and giggles, kindly vacate the area before I'm forced to hurt you."

might have let his temper slip a bit.

looks up, blinking when he hears the other say shit. He resumes laughing, actually following over with the pain from his stomach.

fumes and walks over. He glares down at him, hands on his hips, to keep himself anchored from hurting the other. "I don't see what's so

funny." BT

tries to hold in his laughter, smile tight as he looks up at the other. For some reason he looks like a mum in Scotland's eyes. He makes an_

amused sound before resuming his laughter. 'Y-you're hil-hilarious mate.'

pokes his side with his boot, irritated. "Get up and leave, will you? You're making a scene."

sighs happily, taking some deep breaths. 'That just makes me want to make more of a scene cindy boy.'

what on earth a cindy boy is. "..." He kicks him.

coughs and splutters and ouch that girly boot sure hurts. He tries to catch his breath, shakily getting up. 'What was that for?

'

huffs. "I'm not sure what exactly a cindy boy is, but it can't be good at all now, can it?" BT

rubs his stomach, damn he's sore all over from laughing. 'It's a pillow biter.'

raises an eyebrow. "... I don't quite follow..." Unless..

facepalms, 'I'm saying you're gay mate.'

knew it. "... I don't recall ever biting any pillows." He murmured, to further exasperate the other.

... rolls his eyes, 'Then you're lip, whatever the poor unfortunate sod who fucked you shoved in that trap to shut you up.' ((sorry ;n; ))

((*sniffle* So mean~))

(( ;n; I love you really ;n; And Scotland loves annoying Roddy. ))

flinches only the slightest bit at that, but shrugs it off, letting the words roll off. "You're so vulgar!" He snaps, cheeks flushed in -

irritation.

((>w< it's fiiine~ Roddy enjoys arguing with people. =w=))

sees the flinch and backs off from that subject, rubbing his neck. 'The most vulgar of all the countries I'd say, the untameable north.' He_

sounds proud of this fact, arms crossing over his chest.

- "One would think England would have taken care of that." He made sure to mutter this under his breath, though he was sure the other would

hear anyway.

scowls, 'Fuck England, he's a poncy little twat and if you mention him again I'll take you by your wee cravat there and hang you off the _

'Fucking' sign.'

frowns at him.

frowns back at him, 'Practising for the Miss Prissy Pants contest?'

- "You're irritating... kindly just leave." BT He really, really wants to hit him.

holds up his hands, 'I'm leaving now mate.'

- "Good! And take your filth with you." Though he really just wants to be mean at this point, being far too irritated.

smirks, 'Oh I will mate, wouldn't want you making it all frilly afterall.' He saunters off.

nor frilly, and therefore would not make anything frilly, as the idiot so puts it.