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(so... Wanna join the madness of role play?
(ummm..... US/UK!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Oh, what the hell. Here's more. Apoc laughed psychotically. This was troubling. The rest of his opponents were knocked out. He didn't want to...
(by the way do you read fanfiction.net hetalia fics? Because my friend writes us/uk like crazy. Ever heard of "worldaccordingtofangirls" ?)
Italy: yeah, true. But does romano respect anyone at all? Don't think so. He's pretty mean...
Italy: what? What is wrong with pasta? It's not like it's pizza. That's Romano's property.
Italy: ok, your loss... Speaking of. Pastaaaaaaa~~
Italy: want some?
Italy: ok. *floats dreamily to the basement* I found it!!!
Italy: I've never liked bear. Do you have wine?
Italy: *with tears in his eyes* yes. But they're a bit hot...
Russia: you know what?!?! I'll just get Ukraine to make some. *downs the bottle of vodka, then leaves*
Bump
Italy: *eats one cookie whole, then screams* HOOOOOTTT!!!!! Russia: *takes cookie, looks at it, takes a small bite, then spits it out* these...
Russia: huh? Oh just ignore me. I'm just waiting for the cookies. Italy: cookies!!!!
Italy: YAY!!!! Russia: *walks in, sits down, opens a book and starts reading, while humming another Russian song*
Italy: But I... Cookie...
Italy: congrats Germany. What about making cookies?
LIKE A BOSS FLETCH!!!
Russia: *hums a russian war song*