snorts.

shoves them at her. She could have thme.

them*

shoves them aside with a swing of her pan. "Really, not fun." she frowns. "C'mon, maybe those are for Liech?" she smirks. "From an admirer?"

glares a little at that. "They were addressed to me and are a bit too large for her."

leans in a bit. "Maybe... they've mistaken you for her? You do look quite alike.." she smirks.

huffs at her, clearly not pleased. "Are you saying I have admirers? If I do they are blind."

shrugs. "A guy trying to get serious with ya?" she cracks up. "Don't make me laugh!" she hums, narrowing her eyes.

starts to walk off. "I forgot you're into that sort of thing."

blinks. "You really think a chick would send you dresses?" she smiles. "That'd be a weird one..."

stops and shakes his head. "You might do something of this nature."

looks at him. "Oh, and why would I send you dresses?" she smirks, walking closer. "You're not girly, even..."

shrugs. "I didn't say you did. I said you might do something like this. To someone else maybe."

rests her hands behind her back, fidgeting with her dress. "Oh? And I'd send it to whom, then?" she smiles. "You received it. Not from me."

shrugs again and keeps walking. "Just suspicious you show up."

walks after him. "I got curious.. Geez, you guys, always so suspicious from me." she looks away, snorting. "I wonder why."

why she's here anyway if it wasn't her. "Well you do spend time with strange folks."

jsut 'said' it wasn't her, doesn't mean anything. "Strange folks? Oh, Poland you mean... He's just... not your average guy." she shrugs.

"But... what about the dresses? Too tight?"

scoffs at her answer. "And that streaker, and Austria." And now he shakes his head again. "I didn't wear them."

blushes angrily. "Austria isn't weird! What makes you say that, hm?" she storms, pointing a finger. "Prussia is strange, yes, but.. you also

can't say that about him!" she hisses.

stares at the finger with a slight glare. "What's not weird about him?" He brushes past her now.

narrows her eyes. "He's perfectly fine to me, what are you implying?" she goes after him, swinging her frying pan.

blocks it with a gun he pulled out of seemingly nowhere. "I just said he's weird! You're the one over reacting!"

groans and keeps the pan where it is. "You don't call a random person 'weird' out of nothing..." she hisses. "Why is he so weird?"

huffs and pushes her back so she wasn't right on him. "I grew up with him! He's not a random person!"

frowns. "He's not even here! And saying that right in front of me!" she shakes her head.

her a defiant look. "Are you saying I can't have an opinion if you are near me? Excuse me."

stares right back at him. "I never said that! It's just cold... offend someone behind his back, someone you grew up with."

snorts. "I don't say it behind his back, I say it to his face too."

stomps her heel against the ground and swings her frying pan once more. "Now you sound stupid! Really, just because of some dresses, you're_

insulting Austria?!"

blocks it again, thinking this is getting out of hand. "You're over reacting you do realize.

"*

frowns. "Maybe... really, how do you expect me to react? Laugh?" she groans, staring at him.

pushes her back again. "Not swing a frying pan at me. I personally don't care if you get mad."

hits him with her frying pan. "Watch how you talk to me! Just because I'm a chick, doesn't mean you can get all stupid!"

falls back, glaring at her. "Trust me when I say, I am not getting stupid. I am being honest and you, quite frankly...are trying my_

patience!" He didn't want to get mean with her, but he would if she insisted on hitting him. He tried to be generally nice to women.

takes a step back, raising an eyebrow. "Honest too much, yeah..." she pouts, looking away and crossing her arms.

stands back up, rubbing his head. That hurt. "I can be as honest as I want, you hitting me won't change my mind or shut me up."

frowns. "You had me pissed, ok?" she sighs, pulling him up. "Y'know how a guy gets pissed once you offend his chick?" she blushes hard._

"Something like it... the other way around."

snorts at her words. "Well, I always figured you probably wore the pants anyway."

smirks. "Yeah, kinda like it..." she waves a hand. "He jsut went on with it and... works." she shrugs. Yeah, they're weird... A bit!

stares at her, smirking a bit. "It's not so hard to admit they're weird, see?"

frowns, crossing her arms. "It's all perfectly normal! Shush!" blushes again, ashamed.

pats her on the head, treating her like a little girl. "It's fine."

slaps his hand away. "Heeey! I'm not a little girl, y'know. No need to treat me like your sister!" she hisses, going more red.

doesn't understand what the big deal is with her. "I guess."

winces, sighing and rolling her eyes. Really, he's the one who started. "H-hm?" she looks up. "Geez, you're strange..."

slightly amused. "I have been called worse."

doesn't like this... amusement. "Oh? Yeah..." she clicks her tongue, looking down without a good reply. "So," she starts casually._

"The dresses..."

frowns. "I don't want them."

smirks. "You sure? They're so pretty... fit your guns." she snorts.

huffs. "I don't want them! It's bad enough Japan started this with his strange imagination!"

"Oh~!" she beams, humming and hopping to his side. "So you on a dress is even a doujin now?" she hums, smirking. "With who?"

looks almost mortified. "He better not have!"

shrugs. "Maybe he did, I wouldn't know..."

Japan gets too carried away...

laughs.

it is a pain, really. "Well...I suppose if we are done I should take my leave."

blinks and nods. "Oh, sure, then!" She waves.

offers her a small goodbye before carrying on.