"So, 'ow much, Mon Amour?" Francis asked, siddling up to the stranger.
The AMAZINGLY HOT stranger turned and glared at the Frenchman. "Dude, I ain't no manwhore. GTFO," he said.
"Are you Prussian, by any chance?" Francis asked, noticing the man's red eyes and white hair.
"No, I'm Ishbalan (or Ishvalan...or Ishvarlan...PICK ONE, YOU FANGIRLS D)," the man stated bluntly. "Well, coulda fooled me," Francis thought, because the man seemed just as rude as that faggot albino. But SEXIER.
"Er, what's your name?" Francis questioned, hoping to keep the conversation alive, in the off chance that he actually ended up sleeping with the man (Damn, France is a desperate, horny bastard :U).
"I have no name. Call me what you wish," The man said in a batman voice, hoping to scare the Frenchman off.
But Francis, he was determined to sleep with this man-with-no-name, and was quite unaffected by the vain attempt to make him go away. So, he did the only thing reasonable to him.
He stripped.
"GAH DUDE WHAT THE FUCK-" Scar began, hating the blush that was creeping across his dark cheeks.
"Beautiful, non?" Francis asked, displaying his Eifel Tower to the mesmerized man.
It WAS beautiful, Scar thought, but he wasn't going to let this gifted Frenchman know.
He began to walk off. "You're lucky I don't feel like killing anyone," he said.
Francis watched as Scar sasched off into the night. "Great, now what am I gonna hump?" he thought. "I guess...it's RAPIN' TIEM."
This last thought he said aloud, before taking off and tackling the other man to the ground. Suddenly, Francis' prick unsheathed a knife hidden within the folds and used it to rip THROUGH SCAR'S PANTS AND BOXERS to plunge deep into the cringing asshole.
AND THEN SCAR LOST HIS ANAL VIRGINITY THE END.