Hetalia High!!

[+Reckless+]

(their still in the auditorium)

[Alfred F. Jones]

(Iceland!~ You're here! xD Okie, so Prussia, Iggy, and France are in the, uh... Orientation room/auditorium. ^^)

France snorted softly, then laughed quietly into his hand at England's reaction to his second suggestion. He decided he'd take the little retort from England about visiting such places; he deserved it. However, when he heard the Brit's rather hurt tone, he sighed, deadpanning. "Oh, I didn't mean it... I know you wouldn't do something like that, Angleterre; stop being so butthurt about it... Come on, you can go ahead and slap me or something if it'll make you feel better," he mumbled, not really knowing what to tell the Brit. He was always offended so easily; perhaps he really should stop teasing so much.

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Icey!~ Hey there, you = w = Finally decided to come back to us, eh?~ And thanks! O w O I love how England's incuded with the BTT so often xP))

Arthur wasn't at all humored over the fact that France was laughing at his expense. In fact, it only made his face flush. "I'm not 'butthurt', idiot..!" He defended himself, listening further before pausing. Really, it didn't take all that much time to decide. Drawing back his hand, he gave the Frenchman a good slap to the face, retracting his hand with a huff. "Nice of you to offer; I believe I do feel a bit better." He said, satisfied when a red mark began to appear on the older blonde's face. Turning to Prussia, he raised a brow. "You really think so? I think I'd have an easier time getting along with you than him; despite your ego, you're not nearly as much of an arse." In a way, that was a complimemt. Basically he was saying he didn't mind Gilbert's presence, and actually thought there to be an opportunity for some form of friendship there-- maybe. Again, he was playing the favorite game, but it might've been on purpose. There was a very good chance he was just trying to get Francis jealous.

[+Reckless+]

Prussia sighed and made buzzing sounds with his lips like one would while playing the trumpet. " well you did offer Francis so you cant get too upset..." he glanced at England, a bit surprised that the calm and quiet brit didn't mind his presence. A normal friend outside the trio would be nice, but he wasn't willing to make France pissy by it. This was turning out to be more complex than he thought; Prussia knew England was playing favorites just to get back at France and so far it wasn't making the situation any better.

[epimetheus]

anyone free?
I have Sicily, Netherlands, and Hong Kong.

[Alfred F. Jones]

(OMG *Flail* This song is so perfect!~!~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B-4vWNNUkLs ♥)

France opened his mouth to say something, but before he could do so he felt England's hand collide with his cheek roughly. He grunted softly, grimacing and gingerly rubbing his cheek. He didn't raise his gaze to glare at England, though; he stared at the floor quietly. That really hurt... he thought to himself, then listened to Arthur quietly. ... He is doing that on purpose... I know he is, he ranted mentally, acting as if the slap to the face was much more effective than England's attempt at making him jealous. Of course, he wasn't actually jealous, but if Arthur thought it'd be a good idea to flirt with Prussia then it'd be harder, in the long run, to win him over if he was concentrating on someone else.

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Omg, it did fit them perfectly! O w O *flaaaaails* FrUK... It kills me with feels~ Q u Q))

Arthur looked over at France for a moment; he hadn't even retaliated? There'd been no complaining, nor anything physical done in return. It truly was a surprise, as he'd fully prepared for it, even though Francis had offered in the first place. Now I almost feel bad for doing that... He thought to himself, though knew he couldn't let the guilt get to him. That was likely exactly what the other was hoping for, looking so pitiful like that. "Don't look like a kicked puppy; you're the one who told me I could. Don't offer if you don't expect that the opportunity may be taken." He said, then paused for a moment as he looked away. Drawing his pointer and middle finger to his lips, he kissed them softly, then pressed them to the area he'd slapped on France's cheek. Indirectly, it was a kiss, but only for the whole 'kiss it to make it feel better' idea. "Now quit your sulking. I didn't even slap you that hard." He murmered, retracting his hand, feeling silly for having done that. But then again, it was the thought that counts, right? And, he'd done that with the best intentions.

[Alfred F. Jones]

(I know!~ It's so amazing! x3)

France blinked, glancing over at Arthur and deadpanning a little. "I know... I knew you were going to... I just didn't think you'd hit me so hard," he mumbled huffily, though he froze completely at the Englishman's gesture. He stared in shocked silence at the Brit for a moment before he said, rather lamely, "What was that for?" To be honest, that was much more surprising than the slap, since he didn't even recall asking England for some kind of apology.

[+Reckless+]

Prussia blinked and grinned at the sweet gesture, placing one hand on each of their shoulders. "See? you two do get along....mostly!" he declared

[Arthur Κirkland]

((*nod nod* Q u Q))

Arthur nodded a little, having figured as much. Francis knew him well in that aspect, as he'd never drop an opportunity for revenge, especially if it involved something physical. However, at the other's question, he felt his cheeks grow pink. Even he himself didn't fully understand what had led him to do that, as he hadn't been asked to apologize. But... He had, and apparently in a way that had amused Prussia, as he could see his smile out of the corner of his eye. "Because I wanted to..." He mumbled, not sure how to answer the Frenchman without making a fool of himself. "And you looked... Ah, nevermind. Just take it as an apology of sorts, for hitting you 'too hard'." He stopped himself, only to continue on with a soft sigh ending his reply. Looking at Prussia, he deadpanned a little. "I wouldn't call this "getting along"... If anything, we're tolerating one another." He mumbled, looking away yet again, blush only darkening.