Epic

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AuthorViva8Toast
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Tags hetalia 

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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