Sweet Devil!England walked around the page. He was new and didn't really know what to do.
"'Ello loves, I'm new," he mumbled.
"Welcome," was the unexpected reply.
He looked at the man walking away to see S. Italy.
"Thank you," but the man didn't hear.
After walking around for an hour or so, his wings unfurled as he growled in anger and frustration. He sighed as his wings retracted to lie on his back.
"Is that who I think it is?" Sweet Devil!America appeared in front of the demon Brit, his wings opened in excitement. "Hello there, Arthur! Remember me? You better! Here's a hint about me! You used to scream my name in pleasure." He winked at his newly found, old friend.
"Git!" He scowled and blushed lightly at the past situations. "I could never forget you," was scowled. He smirked, "You would never shut up."
"Now, now, my companion," the demon American whispered as he placed a finger to the other's lips, "If I'm so much of a 'git,' then why are you blushing?" He returned his friend's smirk and removed his finger proudly. "Why is it that you could never forget about me? Was it the amazing sex?"
"Hmph," he began to scowl again. "Amazing sex?! Do you know how many orgasms I had to fake," he smirked. "Let's say, all of them. Besides, the only reason I can't forget you is because you were dull yet annoying."
"That would have pierced my heart, if I had one, Iggy," he pulled his friend by the waist and held them together. The demon America whispered in Iggy's ear, "Your orgasms sure didn't sound fake."
He pushed away from his captor, "Dearie me, you are truly gullible! They were fake, and you fell for them! HA! A git, as I first stated."
"I'm your git then," he winked. "No matter what you say, my dear Iggy, they were real. The scratching's on my back, the tenderness of the moment, your soothing screams, all too real to be fake!"
"Is there no way to deter you," he sighed, knowing he was losing. "Can a heartless creature have a tender moment? You contradict yourself," he chuckled bitterly to himself. "You silly prat."