by Lore-heika » Tue Nov 30, 2010 3:59 pm
"Not really, no." He just... Didn't see this being THAT formal. But, then again, Hungary's reaction had been incredibly positive. He did, admittedly, feel the slightest twinge of guilt. "Ah... I guess I'll think about it. But don't count on it." At least saying that left it more open. He gave a little grin, if not a bit sheepishly, and loosely gripped her hands back. The employee stepped forward, more than ready to strike a deal, before Prussia shot him a swift glare out of the corner of his eyes. "I swear to Gott, if you don't back the &%#$ off, I'll shove a coathanger up your @$$." The man backed away immediately after that, and didn't so much as think to bother them again. Good.
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Romano's eyes narrowed in disgust. "No way in hell am I speaking YOUR filthy language!" Heck, he didn't even WANT to know what that stood for...
((Ne~ Koru. Pat for Belarus, pwease~? :3))
So how do you p o r t r a y the sentiment?
The ruse is b r o u g h t, the truth is b e n t.
We never f e e l right, long nights,
F o l l o w i n g into the day.
Dead as the street light, pure white,
W a s h i n g the color away.