why hello there laddie?

[the boy seems vaguely familiar to him]

....merde

[can't look at him. He has to bang the big version when he gets back]

He looks familiar, doesn't he? It's like I've seen this wee boy...Is this England's son?

[oh, that's a really BIG problem XD]

Son?! He has no son. He called him a little brother....

and I call him...... I call him a lot of things

sexy things....

the older one.

[and here he comes, rushing in to scoop up the little America]

I told you not to answer the door! These are bad guys!

Nay, we are not bad guys, stop telling your wee son lies.

Aye larevolutionsexuelle, is the wee lad not his son?

Now that ye mention it, the lad looks an awful lot like...USofA?

[stares at baby_america intently]

Shut up. You talk too much.

What's all the commotion?

It's nothing, let's go back to dinner.

[gives unionjackoff an odd look]

Ja, if you say so

....Dinner? [SAD FACE] He does this on purpose to upset me.... Fine. I shall cook [Barges in]

H-hey! I didn't invite you in!

[he'll follow France to the kitchen!]

Yes you did. You made me feel sorry for you. It was cruel, you know I hate to see a person eat so badly.

Now, what have you got for me to work with?

[hangs his arm around AwesomeMe's shoulder] How have you been Prussia?

I can't wait for yer cooking France

[just this face at France forever]

Don't touch that! Stay out of them cupboards!

You say non, but your eyes... they say oui. Feed me, France..... D'accord. Get out now. I will cook.

This is my kitchen!

[and he makes a big show of planting his feet there and crossing his arms]

[copies stance, clearly unwilling to leave] Then I shall not cook.

I don't want you to anyway!

Then why would you mention food?! To break my heart? You are a sly little monster.

And you're a nuisance!

Rather that than a prickly, caterpillar faced little sot like you. If I'm not cooking, show us your manners and offer us drinks.

Honestly, you just collapse into pieces without me.

(plurk why do you not notify me of replies here) I've been doing fine without you, you insufferable jerk!

I cannot believe you would come here and speak to me that way after what you said, and what you did!

((same. weird. like it's telling us not to respond...))

Mon dieu, this again?! I made a comment in jest. How was I to know you were suddenly a weeping little teenaged girl?! We bicker, it is us.

It always has been. Besides, you insulted me far worse and I took the high road.

{{sticks his nose up at England and grabs Scotland's arm because Scotland was good at protecting him from England}}

{{finds his arms being grabbed while smoking a cigar, and pats France's head}}

Now, now wee laddies, don't fight in front of the wee laddie {{points at baby_america}}

{{hands a cigar to AwesomeMe}} ye smoke?

[when did you all get into the kitchen too]

[he was mostly too shocked answer initially, but sighs and takes the cigar from Scoti] Only sometimes

[takes the cigar from Prussia]

Not in front of America.

(Plurk why you double my responses?) Oi! I wasn't smoking that, yet!

[Takes the cigar from England] You

are too fussy. [hands it back to Prussia] Don't be bullied by him

[dgjkfxhhc THIS IS MY HOUSE. he will just sputter a moment because FRANCE]

WHO IS THE BULLY? Shoving their way into someone else's house and trying to take over the kitchen?

Well... I have been your boss before. So has he. And he has as much right to be here so...... [pleasant smile]

[here have a very distinct eyebrow twitch]

That's not the point.

You should smoke more AwesomeMe its good for ye! Don't listen to him [[ooc: totally not]]

{{throws the cigar out of unionjackoff's windows and picks up baby alfred to bring him to his room}} This is no place to stay right now.

{{goes back down and lights another cigar and offers to light AwesomeMe's cigar}}

[just facepalming]

Ye better calm down brother

I've told him this for years [clings onto scotland's arm again just because it feels nice]

{{tries to flex his muscles to make them feel a little nicer}} Ye should let France cook. and get some thing to drink

No! You two are animals! Get out of my house this instant!

[how dare they attack him! they barged in here! it looks like England's vein might explode!]

[France doesn't care if England's vein explodes :|] We are Animals? We do not eat pigs slop! [Well, one of them didn't, anyway....]

{{looks at larevolutionsexuelle and turns his gaze away}}...Aye

We're not animals, ye wee wanker!

[twitch... and he's shoving you both towards the door]

Stop trying to kiss me, English pig dog! [shoves back. you know, still half hanging onto his bodyguard]

Oi, stop with all this shoving

Just so you know, I plan on having France over as a guest in my house. So you'll be seeing the two of us more often

....You are? But I cannot stay. My little Amerique is having elections and I must be on hand. (This happened before Armstrong, right?)

I don't know why you'd think I'd ever want to kiss you, frog. I hate you.

And you are not welcome in this house.

You used to be a little more tempted, at least. And I am very welcome. I practically helped build your little island up.

I conquered you, I cared for you, I kept you fed.

It is not my fault you have a mood as foul as your weather.

All you do is torment me! You spread lies, saying there is porn on my computer. You said I have bad taste for chosing to be with Prussia.

You dated America, broke his heart, and chased other people around in front of his face!

How should I feel about you, you bastard?

We have always tormented each other, mon dieu. Do not be so dramatic. And are you sure I wasn't implying HE had bad taste?

You would do the same

I did not break his heart. You people did with your constant criticism of choosing to me with me.

I made a comment in jest. YOU people caused heartbreak.

Further more. You insult me in petty and cruel ways that were entirely inappropriate. The accuse of rape is not a thing to be laughed at.

And who in this day and age DOESN'T have porn?

As for chasing people... I am merely affectionate.

[and yeah, he's still draped across Scotland :| he has every right to be. besides that thing about how he used to use scotland a bit...]

[he may have porn, but it's not of France, America, Japan or anyone here. that's what he's mad about]

Petty insults are a lot different from hurting someone!

I am tired of this argument. I am sure I have apologised and to do so now, it would only be becau- J'en ai marre.

It was a joke. You have taken your grudge too far and hurt us more than we ever hurt you.

I am beginning to dislike you more than ever before and unless Scotland is here you punch you in the throat I am leaving.

One of us must be the grown up. I have forgiven you for the trouble you caused my relationship but I cannot forgive you for this ongoing war

until you put an end to your pettiness

{{looks at his little brother and then holds on to France}} Can't the two of ye talk a wee bit calmly?

I AM CALM [RAGEFACE]

You never apologised to me, or to Prussia! You want to talk about being an adult?

Why don't you take some goddamn responsibility for your actions?

Why don't you stop running around and flirting with other people while you're trying to maintain a stable relationship?

The last thing this is is petty !

[there's been a vein throbbing in Prussia's temple for the last ten minutes]

CAN NEITHER OF YOU GET ALONG FOR FIVE MINUTES?! This is not awesome at all.

It's like we're back in the eighteenth century, only back then your governments weren't allies

this arguing is standing in the way of dinner!

[just. a shocked face]

I AM maintaining a stable relationship. it is not my fault my beauty is misleading to others.

[Shocked face before a petulant pout]
Dinner that I now refuse to cook.

I am leaving and I do not want to hear of you again. c'est claire?

You will not listen to reason and I will not listen to you carrying on so much about nothing. Prussia, you are welcome to my dinner table.

Nay! None of ye are leaving. I cook ye some Haggis for some grub, aye?

AwesomeMe can ye show me were my wee brother keeps his food?

Non. We're leaving

Ye don't like me haggis?

......I just hate Angleterre.... that's all.
{the haggis he can work with an improve}

...{he hates him too}

Stay for the Haggis. {He thinks his Haggis is perfect}

Make me Haggis elsewhere?

{out the door}

{scratches his head and makes his way to the door}

AwesomeMe if ye need anyone to drink with, I am next door.

{takes out a small wooden box from his coat} These cigars are for ye to enjoy.

{glares at England} I'll be back