by Alfred F. Jones » Tue May 07, 2013 3:46 pm
Francis bit his lip a little, not really liking that she asked that question. Now, if he told her she'd surely think they really were the "Bad Touch Trio" and hence rapists or something. So, he pretended to be horribly distracted, and he did hear a familiar grumbling. He turned to the source, England, and smiled a little. "Oh, who's grumbling over here?~ Angleterre, you must always carry such a bad mood around with you... Are you talking to yourself again?" he teased. "Introduce yourself to the girl now; you could do with a bit of chatting with other people," he said, without waiting for England's reaction to take the Brit's wrists and 'help' him to his feet, ushering him to North Korea. "This is North Korea, her name is Im Sun," he prompted.
(Okay, goodnight you two~)
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