"Yorkshire, does this shirt make me look fat?" Came the cry from the young girl. "You look fine, Lancashire. I don't know what you're asking me for, though. I'm a boy, besides, neither of us know anything about fashion. Although, you're only going to see Germany, and it's not like he does." He replied. "Though, he must have been pretty drunk, to get you knocked up and all. Ha! And to think it was him who thought countries and cities were infertile..." "We're Counties, you blockhead, neither countries nor cities." She pretended to sock him on the arm. "Same difference. He meant all us personifications of landmasses. I think." He replied and stroked his completely smooth chin. "We all know you want a beard like Frogface, and let's face it, that is not going to happen anytime soon." He rolled up a newspaper and hit her with it. They both knew he wouldn't dream of looking like France. But he thought having a beard would make him look badass(believe me, it wouldn't.)
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So. I am starting a new series with my other bunch of OCs. Mainly a bunch of oneshots about Lancashire being pregnant with Germany's baby, oh God this plot is so stupid... Anyway yes. Warning, Non GerIta, mahoosiv amounts of randomness and OCXCanon.