Britain: *face goes weird and... sketchy* A low alcohol tolerance is nothing a spot of dark magic can't fix...
France: *interrupting Britain before he can finish that idea* Non, Angleterre.
Britain: *starts to stand up* Do you happen to have any six-legged salamanders just lying about?
France: *pushes Britain back into the seat* No, I do not.
Britain: Alright, well, I can work around that... do you have any garnet stones?
France: =__= Angleterre, you are not allowed to perform black magic in my home.
Britain: I'll go outside, then. *stands up again (successfully, this time)*
France: That is still my home! *stands up as well, lifting his chin to use his full height to his advantage* This is Paris and this is my home. You will follow my rules, or you will leave now.
Britain: o o <3 *sits the hell down*
France: u__u Merci. *also sits down, finishing his food*
Britain: ...were you always this... epic?
France: What?
Britain: >__< *shakes his head* Forget it.
France: *the corners of his mouth tug up just slightly* No, wait. Did you just call me "epic"?
Britain: Don't get any ideas; I;m sure it was just a fluke!
France: Then you did! *delighted* You wouldn't be denying it like this otherwise <3
Britain: Shut up, shut up, shut up!!
France: So I am "epic"? You mean the way I stood up to you just now? That wasn't exactly something out of the ordidnary. Perhaps you do not normally notice because you are too busy yelling at me?
Britain: I said shut up! DX<< ...do you think that's what it is, then?
France: *amused* Oui, most likely.
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