looks down at the 'manual' in curiousity. "W-What are you r-reading?"

quickly slams the 'manual' shut, flushing. "N-nothing! Just some simulation exercises."

seems confused. "S-Simulation? That didn't s-seem much like a s-simulation."

sweats a bit. "It's.. it's just an example for certain situations and.. Do you want something?!"

reaches for the 'manual'. "That s-sure l-looked like p-p-porn to m-me."

shoves the manual down his pants. "W-well.. it isn't. How would you even know what porn looks like anyways? Never mind that, time for train_

ing!"

stops reaching for it, backing off. "T-Training? What do you m-mean b-by t-t-training?"

the Latvian a look. "Military training of course. Now let's go outside and get started.."

pales, doing his best to shrink. "W-Why all of a s-s-sudden?" He asks, shivering. This didn't sound good.

twitch smiles, cracking his fingers. "Oh.. no reason." He forces out, pressing his hand down onto Latvia's head. "Now, let's go get started.

*"

flinches from Germany's pressing. "Uh.. L-Ludwig? That k-kind of h-h-hurts..."

heavily pats Latvia's head.

(...Stupid enter button. =A=)

cringes with eat pat. "You c-can s-s-stop that.. P-Please?"

continues patting, only lighter. "..Only if you promise to never speak of this again."

sighs, nodding. "I p-promise. You won't r-really m-make me t-train with you, will you?

sighs, pulling his hand back. "No, of course not. I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

straightens his hair as he relaxes. "That's a r-relief."