too busy to even notice him.

pops out the bushes and tries to scare her

too used to his antics to be even surprised. "Come on, this trick is too old. What are you doing here anyway?"

sticks out his tongue at her. "I haven't seen you lately. I thought you might've died."

crosses her arms. "How can I die that easily? I'm a nation with a country! It is a wonder how you have not died."

laughs at her. "I was kidding. Though maybe you were hibernating!"

really feels like smacking him on his face right now. She holds back, but she is going to crack if that guy is going to rub in further._

"Alright, exactly why are you here?" She gets ready her frying pan, ready to hit him if he answers illogically.

makes a pouty face at her. "I'm not allowed to be here?"

replies. "You are allowed, as long as you are not being a nuisance. I had to rearrange the furniture again the last time you came."

grins at that. "It looked better how I did ti!"

frowns. "The bed in the living room and the sofa

in the toilet? That's not exactly what a person will normally do."

her a lookk. "I didn't move any furniture." Just knick knacks

challenges him. "You even drew on my face!"

grins cheekily. "You look better as a man anyway." He drew on a moustache.

snatches the pen. "And you look better with black hair." She empties the ink on his head.

stares at her, utterly shocked. He can't believe she just did that. He stands up and leaves the house, slamming the door behind him.

chases after him. "Hey! It's just a change of hair colour! Why are you that upset?"

stops and glares at her. He glared. At her. That hardly ever happened. "It's not going to come out."

that it will come out if he scrubs his hair. Hard.

does not think she understands the fact that his hair is white and delicate. She dumped black ink on it.

help to wash them out of his hair if he wants to.

doesn't want her to. She did enough.

now apologising for pouring black ink on his hair, though she thinks that it looks better on him. "How about dying it white again?"

trying to get away. He wasn't going to admit he was near tears. "Why are you bothering! Just go home."

how she has to go home. She is already at her own house. She soothes the not-so albino. "Hey, at least Gilbird is not black."

stormed out of her house and is heading back to his house. She is the one following him. "But my hair is. And its your fault." He had_

not been angry at her like this in a long, long time. He was usually the sort of guy to laugh off her tactics.

that he has to quickly wash it off, before it dries up. That will become a serious problem indeed. "Stop being stubborn and go to the _

bathroom right now!"

it's all ready too late. He was just going to deal with it and disappear for...a long time. He chose to ignore her now.

no choice but to drag him into the house and straight into the toilet, despite the difficulty pulling him in due to his struggles. She gets_

ready the shower as she adjusts the temperature. "Take off your shirt, you don't want it wet, do you?"

nearly toppled over and begins to struggle. "Damn you! Let me go! Stop touching me! I said I didn't want your help!" He was being

stubborn.

not forgotten to take a picture of the black-haired albino before she starts to spray water onto his hair, regardless if he has taken off_

his shirt or not.

((Yikes I forgot the first word for some weird reason. *has ))

gurgles in the water, spitting and coughing where he could to breath. "HUNGARY!"

looks up. "I'm sorry dear, I was aiming for your hair, If you keep struggling, I can't help you there." She tries to wash off the ink with_

water first.

huffs and puffs. "Just let go!"

tells him that she will if he will stops struggling or tries to escape.

tells her that she should let him go when he asks.

releases. "Alright! Try to wash off as hard as you can" She passes the shower head to him and reaches for the shampoo before lathering it.

looks like a drowned, miserable cat. "Quit it! It's not going to work!"

"It will if you try hard enough!" She scrubs his head, a little too hard as she is frustrated with him squirming about.

yelping and complaining. "Not everything is brute force!" ....Maybe with her it was.

certainly not using brute force! "Just keep still! I don't bite!"

he's being held captive. By force. "You just don't listen1"

that what he had asked are not sensible enough! "I do, but what you have asked are not reasonable! If you had gone back to wash your hair,_

I think it will be permanently be there forever!"

struggles more. "It's all ready permanent!"

lets go of him, as he has requested earlier. "Giving up that easily? What has happened to 'the awesome Prussia'?"

huffs at her. "There is a smarter way to fix this you realize. One that doesn't require scrubbing my scalp off! But you wouldn't let me_

talk!"

. "Is it to dye your hair white again? I don't quite recommend that though."

rubs his head. "It's better than this. My hair will be dry for a while though."

rinses the shampoo out of his hair. "Alright then. Let's go out and buy the dye after you dry yourself up." She passes a towel to him.

takes it and dries off. "I said it's fine. I'm fine. Stay here." He was still mad at her.

trying to make it up to him. She will pay for the dye.

just needs time to cool off.

tries to cheer him up. "Look! I made something for Gilbird since the last time you visited!" She leaves the room for a while to take it.

taking the chance to try and escape through the window.

returns with a mini basket. She is stunned for a moment when she sees the black-haired albino at the window. "What are you doing? This is _

the second floor!" She shouts as she quickly rushed over to stop him.

drops out! He was used to making exits like this!

worried that he will break his leg or something. She does not want him to create any more trouble and rushes down and out of the house.

all ready making a mad dash for his house by the time she got out there.

sighs. Why did he escape from her? She did not chase after him. She goes back to the house and puts back the gift for Gilbird. Maybe she_

should visit him the next day.

at home, moping.