[[...I think you have it wrong. Germany and Italy and America are countries. South America is a continent, meaning it has countries inside of it. ]]
julietsrose wrote:Mexico turned and looked at Russia, a small smile on her lips. "I want you to promise to take care of New Zealand. I trust you, for the most part, and it worries me whenever I'm not around what could happen. Please just do that little thing for me." She really did worry about New Zealand, and seeing how they might be sister-in-laws she wanted to keep her safe. Mexico looked back out the window, hoping that Russia would agree. She wasn't scared of Russia at all. After dealing with Spain, nothing really scared her anymore. Besides snakes and a possible divorce between her and Aussie. Hopefully that wouldn't happen. It would just be to painful/awkward.
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France laughed, hugging Berlin to his chest. "Of course I can. I'll make some for dessert tonight after dinner." He gave the German girl a kiss on the forehead, running his hand though her hair. "I forgot that you had a bear. Maybe I'll get to meet it someday?" He wasn't sure if he really wanted to meet Lisel on the small chance that he might get mauled but whatever. "Okay, my turn for a question. What's your favorite scent?"
Ravenevermore wrote:((Well, I'm going to explain myself once again. For a while now, my life has been mentally and emotionally trying. I don't want to go into specifics, but sometimes it makes it really hard for me to rp and not have the characters reflect any of that interference. I feel really bad about disappearing half of the time, I promise to be much, much better.))
England spotted an empty table a little way across the room and made his way over to it. He pulled out one of the wooden chairs for Monaco and waited for her to sit down. "This is meant to look like Sherlock Holmes' home, 221B Baker Street. A play on words, you know? When I was younger I fancied myself something of a detective, but there simply isn't time anymore." He smiled softly as he babbled, working with Scotland Yard had been much more exciting than paperwork and stress.
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Bavaria slammed down her cell phone, glaring at the little device as if it were the cause of all her annoyance. She had just gotten off of the phone with "her" boss. Apparently there was to be a beach party in Mexico, and he wanted to get her to make sure Berlin went for diplomatic blahdidy blah. However, he had made it quite clear that her presence was not "required". "We? Oh no, that's not necessary, just make sure Berlin comes. Yeah, well I'm going too, you $&@#%*€£%#&. I was a kingdom once! I deserve to go just as much as anyone else dang it!" She snarled, fuming. With an agitated walk, she plopped down on the sofa to scowl and be generally peeved.
((The bleeped out word isn't in English, and it's not a curse, but it is a more rude/vulgar way of saying "wimpy man".))

Ichigo shirosaki wrote:Hawaii stiffened as germany was always scary towards her. "Well...... Uhhh...... Mister germany....... S....Sir...... i.......Uhhh...... Wanted to tell....... You about maine......." she stammered as she felt like a cat infront of a dog right now.











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