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by Arthur Κirkland » Tue May 21, 2013 1:55 pm
Arthur blinked once, rather slowly, all the while his face gradually gaining color. Perhaps bringing up underwear wasn't the best thing to do around someone like Francis; he'd always manage to turn it around somehow. "As appealing as that sounds, I think I'll pass..." He replied sarcastically, looking away to cool himself down. He didn't want to be seen so flustered in front of two girls and a child-- it was just embarrassing. Eventually redirecting his gaze back on to France, he gave him a skeptical look. So he had to fetch the key, since the other's arms were occupied at the moment. With a soft sigh breathed through his nose, he moved closer, reaching his hand into the Frenchman's left pocket to search for the key, furrowing his brows when he felt nothing. "O-oi, it's not there," He said, looking up at the older nation with a confused expression; hadn't he just said left pocket? And there he was, with his hand still in the other's empty pocket. Removing it immediately with that blush of his reappearing, he cleared his throat. "You haven't lost it, have you? O-or forgot which pocket it's in..?" He murmered in question, wondering now if he'd just misheard the other, or if Francis was lying to him.
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by Alfred F. Jones » Tue May 21, 2013 2:02 pm
France hummed, faking a pout. "Pity... And you seemed so eager to know," he said with false disappointment. When England had, as expected, reached into the pocket he'd directed him to, he suppressed a snicker and smiled as innocently as he could. "T-the other left, Angleterre... I probably should have said 'your left', hm? I thought you'd have understood, but I suppose not," he chimed, the only trace of his lying was the vague stutter at the beginning, which was when he was still trying to keep himself from laughing. "I haven't lost it, I promise," he mused, glancing over at North Korea and Pyongyang as they seemed to have picked up on the little prank as well.
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