England
has
secretly always wanted to take a can of that blasted, processed American whipped cream and just squirt it into his mouth, but is too much of
a gentleman to actually do it.
Romano
thinks
that's the most disgusting notion he's ever heard.
Ivan
wants
to know why you would want to do such a thing.
hangs his head in shame, as though cursing himself for wanting to indulge in a sweet so crudely. "I-I know...it's horrible.."
Canada
thinks
it's kind of fun.... >_>;;
Alfred
is
just watching, twitching. He may be oblivious, but he knows just what that is implying.
England
thinks
about the way he worded his desire, and is horrified to discover that, albeit unintentionally, he has become like the frog. "T-That...! That
innuendo was uninteded, I swear!!"
Ivan
is
not quite convinced. Evil smile.
Alfred
is
still just staring wordlessly.
did not intend the innuendo either! For...for what it's worth...
Ivan
is
just going to pin this on America, since it is his brand of whipped cream, no? Evil, evil smirk.
now hates his life and everyone in it. If you need him, he'll be at the nearest pub getting absolutely hammered and possibly raped.
Alfred
is
going to pretend he never heard that.
Specially from Matt, too. Twitch.
Ivan
is
also going to pretend ever bearing witness to that...
England
is
planning to murder France first thing tommorow morning. ...after he gets over the hangover. Fuck it.
Alfred
is
having a talk with his boss to stop the manufacture of whipped cream.
Ivan
is
now officially intrigued. What does France have to do with this...?
England
will
start manufacturing his own brand of whipped cream and go back into 'splendid' isolation for the next century.
Canada
thinks
that's a bit of overreaction for a little embarrassment...
perks up and would also (reluctantly) agree with what Russia thinks.
England
is
rightfully accusing France of turning him into a pervert without his knowledge. This is obviously his fault!!
Alfred
is
sort of worried about those times he slept with you when he was young...
France
is
nothing but amused over all of this.
Ivan
thinks
that France should get a prize for his infallible ability to corrupt.
England
thinks
that's a ridiculous thing to worry about-unlike Spain, he is not a pedophile!!
...and France, I hate you. Don't you dare ever come near me again.
France
wonders
, or else what?
Alfred
likes
watching old men fight.
still doesn't understand why England would have such an urge...innuendos aside.
cannot unsee, no matter what anyone says
England
is
not, for the last bloody time, OLD!!
A-And...I have the urge because I love whipped cream...i-it's silly and unhealthy, I know, but...
doesn't think it's silly - unhealthy, yes, but sometimes even countries need a break, no? =]
knows you need a break, since you're an old man and all.
still feels hypocritical, as he's always telling America off for being a fast-food glutton and France for his food being too sweet.Still, he
supposes that...a break is alright every once in a while...
Alfred
gives
you a ticket to Alabama.
stares at the ticket, very confused. What reason would I have for visiting Alabama..?
grins. "I dunno. But old men shouldn't be picky, right?"
England
wonders
, for a brief moment, whether the genuinity in the other man's smile is an implication that he doesn't entirely hate him, and he very
nearly asks if America would be willing to show him the 'sights' of Alabama-however, reason wins out the end, (of course Alfred hates him,
he opressed the boy for so long,) and he simply takes the ticket, nodding politely. "Y-Yes, I suppose you're right...thank you."
"No problemo, ya' geezer.~ Just make sure you bring a gun along, just in case. 8D" He really didn't mean that, but it'd be funny to see him
actually do that.
"A-A gun...?" He blinks, looking down at the ticket as though it can give him some sort of answer. He's heard that American 'rednecks'
are dangerous, but...are they honestly that dangerous...?
Alfred
is
totally snickering on the inside, but he nods seriously on the outside. "Yeah! Ya' know, 'coz you never know! I know you can't die and all,
but I'm pretty sure it's gonna hurt like hell if you get shot or stabbed.~"
Oh, dear god...he swallows nervously, temporarily tempted to just return the ticket. That would be extremely rude, though...perhaps he'll be
able to exchange for a ticket to somewhere else at the airport..."T-That's true...I'll be sure to purchase a gun, then..."
blinks. "I thought you'd already have a gone by now..." Wow, what a fail.
pouts, crossing his arms over his chest. "I-I'm just not as trigger-happy as you...why would I need one?"
Alfred
is
not trigger-happy... nuh-uh. He shrugs. "Oh, then have fun getting mobbed. 8D"
rolls his eyes, knowing that America always keeps at least two guns on him. "Yes, yes...I will."
does not... Maybe... But it's just nice having them around, okay?! "And don't be calling on me to save your butt!"
"Alright, I know. Wouldn't want to interuppt your ever-important gluttony..." Stupid America...with anyone else, he would offer and
insist that they call on him for help...everyone's hero, except for England's.
Alfred
will
probably actually come and help if you asked, but only because then he can show off. =4=
=3=*
doesn't really care-i-it's not as though he'd want to be your bloody 'damsel-in-distress', anyway...even if the 'distress' bit seems to be
an unavoidable constant.
doesn't quite think you can pull off that girl look enough to be a damsel. o_o
doesn't appreciate the mental image that comment produced.
wasn't planning on trying to. e___e Besides, you've already got one, haven't you?
Alfred
thinks
you deserve it... idiot. And anyways, what are you talking about? I do not have a damsel.
Ivan
is
still offended by that name. And doesn't want to think about the 'damsel' part.
Alfred
thinks
you should get used to it. =3= And the damsel part also weirds him out a little. Ugh...
... No, it doesn't just weird him out. Creeps him out, actually.
does not appreciate being called an idiot. Is it any wonder that we don't get along when you're constantly degrading me, one way or
another? ...and why is Russia offended, exactly..?
Alfred
was
actually the dude over there with a scarf the idiot. Idiot. =3=
stares at him, genuinely confused. ...come again?
He's calling me the idiot, not you, so you have nothing to not be appreciative about.
England
feels
a little stupid for misunderstanding, but nonetheless doesn't appreciate the supposed 'peaceful ambassador' insulting anyone.
Peaceful ambassador? Who's that?
You, of course-the self-proclaimed 'hero'.
Oh, yeah, knew that! And... uh... I'm not insulting him... when I say that. =3=
How is calling someone an idiot not intended as an insult??
... will make no comment. Except it just isn't!
Ivan
is
still too hung up about the damsel comment to care about being called an idiot.
... cannot believe you're still hung up about that. What the heck is he supposed to say to that? ...
England
wonders
why the damsel comment is bothering him so much. ...and also finds it interesting that Russia is capable of being disturbed...
Alfred
thinks
he's just being overly-picky about choice of words. And sensitive. Yeah. =3=
supposes that it's a possibility...still, what word could he have used other than damsel?
Ivan
wants
to know who the damsel is. And what's so wrong about him being disturbed and sensitive? He has feelings too, you know. ><
Noone is the damsel, apparently-I was under the impression that Alfred had wooed one of his poor,clueless citizens by pretending to be a
"hero", but...that is apparently not the case.
blinks. ... Oh. Then... yeah, of course! Definitely no damsel. (not is so many words, anyways). And maybe! I have Liz back home waiting for
me! v.v
Also, nothing wrong with... that... he guesses. Geez. =3=
England
wonders
who this 'Liz' is...it seems that America has quite the...avid love life with mortals. You know we aren't supposed to interact with them
on a regular basis, though...
Ivan
wants
to know who this Liz thing is. Right now.
grins. Oh! She's a girl who lives next door to me!~ Um.., why?
...why is she waiting for you back home? What's your relationship with her?
blinks. A close- Hey, wait, why do you want to know?
Because I'm curious. Now tell me. I promise I won't do anything to her.
Alfred
thinks
about it. Well, no harm is saying, right?~ She's a close friend of mine! She visits me sometimes 'coz, like, Tony isn't home all the time,
and I get bored playing video games alone, so she plays with me!~ ^.^
... Oh, and cookies! She makes me cookies.~
I...see... She just a friend, nothing more?
Well... no! Thinks about it for a second. More like, really close friend!~ Sometimes she comes over even when I don't ask! : D
stares at America, as though unable to comprehend the words coming out his mouth. Liz...she...you...cookies?? WHAT??
Really close friends...right... Why does that ring false to my ears?
... is looking between the two of you confused. ... What...? We're close friends. o.o Is that... weird? And what's wrong with cookies?
She makes the best, even when I don't ask. She's so nice!~ And I don't really get why she keeps asking for my number...
points out that,in a modern day society, yes, it's weird for two people of opposite genders to be close friends. He lets out a quiet
sigh, making eye contact with America. Be honest, because both him and Russia wants to know the answer-are you shagging her or not?
blinks. .... Eh? What's "shagging"? Sounds like a dog.
finally gives into the urge to beat his head against the wall. You idiot...
still is confused and decides to look it up in the diction- ... Oh.
........ What the hell! Why would you want to know that? Oh my god, you're really a perv, aren't you?!
Like England said, it's quite a rare occurence, so we're just checking to see if you're not, friends with benefits. Because, honestly, why
else would she persistent want your number? I can't see any redeeming features...
... feels offended by that, but won't let that get to him! And... yeah, we're friends with benefits, of course!~ Benefits being free
cookies!
rolls his eyes, letting out a quiet sigh. Really, America can be unrealstically oblivious at times...so if you're not sleeping with her,
what do you mean by close friends?
Eh...? Well don't you call someone you've known for two years, who comes visits and makes you free food and keeps you company,
a "close friend"? o.o
...
To think you could actually be this dense...
What. What? What! And why do you guys care about her so much?!
.....no, you call them a 'poor dear'. If she's done all of that for you, chances are that she wants to be more than close friends.
...w-wait a moment...I've known you for your entire bloody life, I visit you and make you free food...but you don't consider me a friend
,let alone a close one!! =___=
Really? ... What's "more" than close friends? Is genuinely confused. And the reason being, you can't call them damn scones food.
once again finds himself beating his head against the wall. That would be lovers, you twat...a-and scones do count as food!!
Lovers...? Laughs weakly. Ah... yeah, that's impossible. Scratches back of head awkwardly. Also takes a picture of the action. And may be
it's food if you don't cook it.
Yes, lovers. You ought to know that, you idiot...Arthur blinks, giving him an odd look. How is it 'impossible'...?
...b-but scones are meant to be cooked!!
laughs awkwardly again. It just is!~ Smiles now, attempting to make him forget about it. And maybe, yeah, but not by you.
Ivan
is
never going to forget this. Pray tell, America, why it's impossible for you to be lovers with this Liz person.
just looks at him dissaprovingly, trying to hide the obvious worry in his eyes. ...I...see...he certainly won't forget about it, but he'll
file the conversation topic away for a more appropriate time. Who are they meant to be cooked by, then?
glares at the idiot who knows full well why. And anyways, anything or anyone other than you, of course!~
England
is
now genuinely confused, wilting slightly under the force of America's glare. O-Oh...of course...
Alfred
is
actually glaring at the Russian. He thought he has already established that you are not an idiot.
Ivan
feels
very, very smug. But he still doesn't appreciate being called an idiot...
Alfred
thinks
you should suck it up. Idiot. =3=
Ivan
is
hurt by your apathy. Not.
England
thinks
, for the last time,that you should all stop fighting!!
Alfred
thinks
you should go shoot yourself.
Not before I shoot you first.
Alfred
will
shoot you for you then. =3=
Haha. No thanks.
I'm being nice here, c'mon.
England
will
get the United Nations to ban guns if you continue this. e__e
Alfred
will
ban you if you try. v.v
doesn't think it works like that.
doesn't think you have the right to ban him.
Alfred
thinks
he does.
Ivan
thinks
you're delusional~
Alfred
thinks
you're an idiot.
Ivan
has
long gotten over that fact, and thinks you should too.
Alfred
thinks
you should..... Ugh! Never mind, he's gonna go get some cookies from Liz. =3=
insists that you both shut up!!
Ivan
will
, when America does.
...promises that he'll never cook again if you stop fighting RIGHT NOW.
... but that's asking for the impossible...
can't help but agree with America (horrifying).
scoffs.
glares.
shrugs, going into the kitchen to make an army of scones to cast spells on.
...does not want to know why you would want to do that.
shrugs as well, going to go visit Liz. She'd love a visit after not seeing her for a day! Yay, cookies!~
figures that he might as well, as there's nothing else to do.
England
is
also slightly tempted to meet this 'Liz' girl...
finds it exceptionally annoying that America is so attached to her.
Alfred
will
send England some cookies so he will know what good cookies taste like, haha!~
thanks Alfred for his...'thoughtfullness', but he doesn't want to have anything to do with his 'lover'.
Alfred
will
probably send it over anyways! Liz always spoils him and bakes a little too much.~
...are you doing this on purpose?
blinks. Doing what...? Eating cookies...? Then hell yeah!
thanks Russia for being sympathetic, but points out that America can't be helped-he's going to be oblivious and say things that hurt other
people with no regards to them. He lets out a soft sigh, shaking his head. Have fun eating cookies, Alfred.
Thanks!~ Happily rings doorbell and has some cookies! ^.^
Ivan
hopes
you choke, you oblivious идиот...
Alfred
wonders
if he should ask for regular or milk chocolate.
grabs a blanket, going to look for a corner to curl up in.
((I am in seventh-heaven right now. MY DAD HAS INTERNET ON HIS PHONE.))
Ivan
is
going to go curl up with England, for the pure sake of not being alone.
welcomes the company, currently feeling a chill all the way into his bones. Though he's not sure cuddling with Russia will do any good to
help that...
isn't going to do anything - he just wants something to complain to, he supposes.
((Uh, I meant "someone"...))
England
is
, at the moment, more than willing to listen. It's better than sulking on his own...
scoffs, huddling his knee to his chin. "He's so stupid...moron...oblivious...want to choke his throat..."
blinks, looking over at Russia. "A-Ah, come now...why would you want to choke him...?"
hums and finally lets himself in to Liz's home and greets her with a hug, now demanding cookies!~
Ivan
is
going to pretend he is not staring at her...
uses his infamous espionage skills to spy on America and Liz. He doesn't like where this is going...
cheers when she makes some for him. How was his day? Fine, fine, got in an argument with certain people, but otherwise, he's fine!~ And y
yeah*, sure, she can come over next week to his house for a sleepover! But only if she makes more cookies, haha!
...a sleepover? Dear god, America's acting like a high school adolescent female...either that, or they are sleeping together. And yet,
if they were, Alfred would most likely brag about it like there was no tommorow...hm...
frowns. What is this sudden development? Is 'sleepover' a code-word for something else...?
gets off his knees, perching a bit to get a better look into the window. What are they talking about now...?
Ivan
is
tempted to just knock down the door and demand the girl to tell them what her relationship with America is. 'Close friends', my ass.
Alfred
is
going to help Liz with cookies! Or no, at least, prepare the milk!~ Waiting in the kitchen for it to bake - ah, what? Liz is cold?
No worries!~ He gives her his jacket and tells her that the hero will do anything to help! And... no, he doesn't mind if she... takes a
picture... of... it? Shrugs and goes back to the kitchen to wait for them cookies.~
continues to glare at the two of them through the window, extremely convinced that there is something suspicious going on between them-
the look on Alfred
(BAD ENTER BUTTON. ;A; BAD.)
the look on Alfred's face says it all-or at least, he thinks it does, in his paranoid, delusional state. Perhaps he could distract himself
as a...bible salesman and get a better look at what's going on inside...?
Ivan
thinks
that's a stupid idea - no amount of make-up could ever hide those bushy eyebrows, and those all but give away your identity right there
and then. But the sight of America being so gentleman-like irks him more than the fact that the girl's wearing his jacket. He eyes a large
rock lying in the front-yard, and he has half a mind to just throw the thing through the window...
knows that you're right,(damn, Ivan usually is,) but it pisses him off even more to just sit there and be forced to watch America
obliviously flirt with some random woman. Er...girl. Blast it, she's small...is 'Liz' even of age? Alfred himself, by human years, is barely
nineteen...he forgets that sometimes. Though he'd more than appreciate it if Russia put that rock to good use.
Alfred
thinks
that cookies take too long to cook, but he'll wait anyways! He'll just go to the living room since there's a TV there and TVs can do wonders
as distractions. And look! Liz is coming with his jacket and... yeah, sure! If she's still cold, sure she can cuddle with him! Lays arm
around her shoulder and pulls her close! Is she warm now? Really? Kay, good!
gapes dumbly at the scene in front of him-there it is, that cheesy, Hollywood-branded, supposedly-sly move-he's got his bloody arm wrapped
around her, and if something isn't going between the two of them, then by all means, let him be struck by lightning.
If anyone cared to know, his fingers are crawling towards that big rock as the action unfolds right in front of his eyes. But he wonders
if he can resist just smashing the rock to pieces, rather than throwing it at the window... This Liz is going straight onto his hit list.
Alfred
is
really enjoying this movie and all, but he kind of has to go to the bathroom! So he leaves for a moment and gets distracted by a World Map,
and lingers there for a while before coming down. To which Liz greets him with a large smile and literal open arms when he sits back down
and gives him a hug. She totally missed him! Makes him happy.~