
Francis Βonnefoy wrote:((OMG, that sounds like an amazing time! xDDD I'm probably going to Otakon in August and damn and I excited e w e I don't know who I should go as, though... I'm kinda stuck between America and England (but Prussia would be uber fun as well!) Gaaaaah, so difficult... But, when you go, you just randomly get asked to come onto a panel? That's so epic! Hehe, I really can't wait for my next con... And when I finally figure out who I'm going as //shot -- My bro might go as Greece since, well, aside from the little hair thing on Greece's head, they're like twins look-wise xP Anyways, dun worry about it gurl ^^ I love to hear how the cons go :3))
England raised a brow skeptically, not really believing that. At all. Russia spoke of a sad and abusive childhood, but they all had rather rough and tragic upbringings. They weren't coddled and loved like human children-- they were constantly fighting, or being fought over; hurt on a daily basis, both mentally and physically. He himself was abused by brothers who had seemed to hate him, calling him names and shooting arrows whenever he came near. Being an island country had helped him avoid some of the worst, separated from the rest of Europe as he was, but that had also made for a rather lonely existence. Yes, he had France come around from time to time, but for a long while, that was the most socialization he'd get aside from his strict rulers and bossy elite. So, in his mind, what right did Russia have to complain about his past? "Personality defect my arse. If you buy that garbage, you're the one that has something wrong in the head." He was quick to respond, wanting to give the other a good jab with his elbow, but avoided doing so for the child's sake. "You're just arguing for arguing's sake. Can't you at least try and agree with me every once in awhile? Especially over something I know we feel similarly about." He looked to the Frenchman's eyes for a moment, blinking and glancing at Dakota when he heard her next speak. That had to hurt Francis, as it was yet another indication that the majority of the world found his famous title to be true. And, although he was quick to agree the majority of the time just to either bother France or hurt him in some way, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Frenchman this time around. "Ah, Dakota... You should worry so much, around Francis..." He started unsurely, making sure to leave all eye contact on the girl; he didn't want to look at Francis just now. "He can be an arse, and a flirt, but rest assured he won't do anything to you... You're a lady, and however idiotic he is around me, I'm sure he'll treat you kindly." He concluded, looking down towards the floor. He hadn't been obligated to defend the older nation in any way, but somehow he just felt that it was the right thing to do this time around. He just prayed he wouldn't be teased for it, as the older blonde had a tendency to do to him whenever he showed his 'sweet' and or 'cute' side.
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