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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 11, 2012 21:27:56 GMT -5
(Then Prussia would demand that Italy keep Rome occupied as he tried to escape xP)
Prussia picks up the pillow and falls back faceplanted onto his bed, making the pillow fall over his head and trying to block out the noise.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 11, 2012 21:30:51 GMT -5
(true... )
Rome once again paused halfway through the song, confused. "Hmmm... I think my beautiful singing has seronated him to sleep... Grandsons are soooo cute when they are asleep~ I mean, my grandsons are cuter, but still~ ..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 11, 2012 21:33:01 GMT -5
Maybe the jerk would shut up if he pretended to be asleep...so he did just that. Not really moving.0
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 11, 2012 21:37:23 GMT -5
I didn't work. "Oh, I remember this one dream I had where I was talking to a hot lady and she seemed unimpressed and I was like, 'What?!? This can't be happening! No lady can resist my charms~!' But then it turned out to be Germania and at first I was relieved, but then I got kinda freaked out, but then I woke up and it turned out to be a dream so yeah~... Oh, and this other time when..." Rome continued to talk. Excessively.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 11, 2012 21:46:05 GMT -5
Prussia was growing more...and more...and more irritated. He bit the inside of his lip, trying to drown the voice out.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 11, 2012 21:50:45 GMT -5
Rome is (as usual...) oblivious. "... Oh, and this one time when...... That reminds me of when......" He continued talking. And talking. And talking.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 11, 2012 21:55:50 GMT -5
'MEIN GOTT. Sie verdammt Idiot! Warum zum Teufel kannst du nicht einfach lass mich in Ruhe oder gehen stört jemanden, der tatsächlich interessiert? Meine awesomeness ernsthaft immer verärgert von euch! Du weißt nicht, wie schwer ich versuche, nicht nur töten, right now!" He started raging in German, sitting up and launching the pillow at Rome.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 11, 2012 21:59:26 GMT -5
"EEEPPPP!!!! Boy, you're just as grumpy as ol' Germania, aren't you?" Rome is actually amused.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 11, 2012 22:02:02 GMT -5
Prussia gives him a dark glare, red eyes sparking with anger.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 12, 2012 17:45:17 GMT -5
Rome is oblivious. "Of course, the only time I've seen him REALLY angry was that time when you got that Russia guy angry. Germania was like, 'How can he be so stupid! ARRGGGH!' and then I was all, 'Hey, chill out!' and then he was quiet for a moment and then he said that he got an idea, that we should come over and scold you and stuff, and so, yeah, here we are now~... "
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 12, 2012 17:54:19 GMT -5
"Mein gott..." he said with a groan, wishing his phone hadn't been broken.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 12, 2012 17:56:12 GMT -5
And as if he was telepathic, Rome said, "Oh! I almost forgot! To make up for breaking your phone and whatnot, I got you a present~..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 12, 2012 18:02:07 GMT -5
"...Present?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 12, 2012 18:06:04 GMT -5
"Yep~!" He then turns around and produces.... an old, Nokia cell phone. "See? I felt bad, so I got you a new phone! I bet you like it don't you~..."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 12, 2012 18:11:38 GMT -5
"...I zhink I vill steal some of Vest's money and get mein own."
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