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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 23:08:52 GMT -5
Italy was going on and on about Germany. "Damnit, shut up!" Romano snapped. "Hmm? Oh! So has anything happened between you and big brother Sp---" Italy fell backwards out of his chair, with a pillow hitting him in the face. "Eeeee!!"
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 23:09:59 GMT -5
Spain stood up and stretched. He waked into his bull's pen, letting him out.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 23:11:26 GMT -5
Romano stormed out, muttering angerily to himself. "Waait! Roommaannnooooo!"
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 23:16:22 GMT -5
{{That's entertainin'.}}
Spain pet his bull with a sigh. "You're getting old amigo..." he muttered, worried.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 23:24:29 GMT -5
What is?)
Romano continued walking, hands shoved in his pockets and muttering angrily.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 23:26:19 GMT -5
Italy and Romano.}}
Spain kissed his bull on the forehead and exited the pen.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 4, 2012 23:32:57 GMT -5
That's how I imagine a lot of thei conversations. xP)
where xpuld he go now? He sighed, deciding to just walk along and see where he ended up.
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 23:33:32 GMT -5
{{hmmmmmm... we need some dramarr. Si?}}
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 4, 2012 23:50:20 GMT -5
bbt
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 0:16:31 GMT -5
I could have Romano suddenly burst into tears :3 I was planning on something lie thy happening)
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 6:35:21 GMT -5
Yeeessssssssss!!!!!!)
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 8:19:49 GMT -5
 . Now to figure out over what exactly.) Romano glanced around once more. Now wherE was he? The place didn't register in his mind, but nonone was around, sonic was a cool place in his book. He walked along for another minute or two, before taking a seat under the shade of a tree. His phone went off again, and he sighed, taking it out of his pocket. Venicino. Again. He raised his arm up and threw his phone, hard. He watched it smash into another tree, breaking. He lied down onto his back, looking at the sky. Why the hell did Veniciano think he cared about whatever he did with that damn potato bastard? Not like he gave a fuck about how happy both of the bastards were....or how much time they spent together. |
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 15:17:24 GMT -5
Aww... That's sad. :c))
Spain cleaned off and got dressed in clean clothes. He walked down the street, humming.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 5, 2012 15:40:49 GMT -5
In School, so mot goigto reply until home
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Post by Cheshire Cat on Sept 5, 2012 15:41:53 GMT -5
Okay! Have fun darlin'))
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. Now to figure out over what exactly.)