shudders. Who knew theyd get this mad if he hit on them?

kicks him. Get out of his fort!

wheezes and curses as the kick hits his ribs. Shut up asshole that guy will hear him. He peeks out but doesnt move

looks back at him. Wait, why the hell is he under the table anyway?

made a fort here, since this is where he passed out yesterday. It's easy to stumble his way back over here. Get out there and man up, pussy.

shakes his head and rolls his eyes, rubbing at his ribs. Fuck that shit. this dude was 6'5" and all fucking muscle. Heracles isnt stupid.

would rather avoid an assbeating thank you very much.

snorts. Welcome to Germany, pussy.

about it for a second then kicks him back. Pussy nothing bitch.

wheezes and rolls away from him, knocking down a wall of beer boxes. Bastard.

laughs, flopping on his back. Hey he kicked him first. He was just returning the favor. By the way some boxes fell, he helpfully points out.

way too lazy to fix them. If they get found out, serves Heracles right for invading.

glowers at him. Oh hell no. If they get found he's dragging him down with him. He's the jackass who knocked them over

way too skinny to get caught. He'll just slip away real quick while Heracles is getting his dick kicked in like an inny belly button.

snorts. Wonderful imagery. Well he maybe skinnier but one of Heracles's legs is gonna tumble him down. Fair's fair.

suggests he shut the hell up already before his big damn mouth gets them caught, damn it.

pushes past him and starts stacking the damn boxes. Well then help him and it fucking wont matter

can't help. He has a serious illness.

to kick him in the head but stops himself, focusing on fixing the godamn boxes. What illness?

rolls onto his back. Chronic laziness. It's incurable.

really wants to kick him in the head now. He's halfway done anyway, nerves making him move fast. He has a way to cure it and its free

finally finishes and decideds fuck it, kicking out at Prussia one more time. It'll make him feel better

yelps. "Ow, fucker! Holy shit, leave the fuckin' steel-toe boots at home!"

smirks. "Quit your bitching. Maybe if you fucking helped instead of being a pussy bout it I wouldnt have to."

rubs the sore spot. "You need help with cardboard boxes but you're callin' *me* a pussy?"

's left eye twitches. "it wasn't my mess. If you had helped then it would have been finished in two seconds."

blinks. "You're bitchin' about boxes, man."

sighs and rolls his eyes. "Dude I'm fucking lazy. LAZY. I'm like fucking king of not doing shit." It's proven by the stacks of paper on his-

desk.

"Then you should see where I'm coming from."

sneaks his head out and grabs a beer off of the table before any one could notice. He takes a sip."dude they bugged me. I like not being-

seen and getting my ass kicked." Thankyouverymuch