B O N U S !

The Bad Touch Trio is in this chapter!

I want another Cinnamon Bun. ; w ;

my pen is better than my sword : Hoho haha! A MLP watcher! Yay ^^! Why thank you good sir / mam. You call me awesome, when I'm really not. ; w ; And sorry about the milkshake. ; n ; Me have no money. And that France Haiku is GENIUS. And, since this is Francis's chapter, your poem'll be featured. It was quite sexy also.

memoranda : I like it! ^^ I'll make it one of Russia's choices for his Haiku. His chapter will be quite saddening, you know, if I'm able to be deep like that.

DERP


"Argh!" The albino violently scratched his white hair. "This is so un-awesome! How the hell am I supposed to write a damn Haiatsu?" Prussia asked his peers.

Spain sighed tiredly, but also giggled happily. "No, no Prussia. It is a Haiku. And it is very simple. See?" Spain showed Prussia the paper that was stained with tomato juice and wine :

A juicy, red fruit

Seeds spilling all over

I love tomatoes! ~

"Es muy facil, no?"

Prussia whined once again and lay on his stomach. Gilbert flew from the white nest that Prussia called hair and out the window, whistling a bird tune. Surely he would come back. He always did. France yawned. Writing poetry was hard indeed, but he tried his best to write about something that would be worth reading about. And would give others a good little giggle. Spain glanced at the blond's paper :

I love the hoes that

Be comin' through my window

'Cause they be bitchin'.

France shrugged and gave his signature "Ohonhonhonhonhon~". The Spaniard laughed a loud "Fusososososo~."

"Alright, alright. I will change it."

Spain looked over France's shoulder as he scribbled out the first Haiku.

Peace is like how the

Ladies come crawling to my

Bed in the night time

The brunette sighed. "An improvement."

Giving a blank stare at the two, Prussia looked at his Haiku :

Awesome Awesome Aw

esome Awesome Awesome Awesome Awesome

Awesome Awesome Aw

With an exasperated sigh, Prussia crumpled up the paper and picked his pen up and sat Indian Style. With no inspiration or anything else in mind, the country squeezed the pen hard. Why can everyone else but me do this? He squinted his red eyes and looked over at his phone. Maybe if I call Austria and ask for help . . .

Picking up the phone, he started to call the pianist when Spain covered the screen with his hand. "Who are you calling mi amigo?"

France looked over at the two and said, "You are calling someone mon ami? If you are calling your "girlfriend" to make a reservation for sex, no need because I am here for you!" A silent "Que?" came from Spain along with a slight pink blush covering the apples of his smiling face.

Prussia shook his head, "I was just about to ask Austria for help with this Haitity thing." The albino looked down at Spain's hand.

"Haiku."

"Whatever."

"Prussia, you don't need us, your meilleurs amis, to help you?" France said coming closer to the two.

Said nation sighed. "I mean, you guys are a lot of help, really! But, Austria writes a lot of poems right? I could ask him for help."

Prussia was right. Austria did right poems. But that was only when he was getting his piano repaired or when he just had some free time. Y'know, when the morons that surrounded him weren't nudging him or leering over the book he was reading.

A saddening expression came over Spain's face, the clouds suddenly covering the sun. A quiet and squeaky "Okay" came from the Spaniard. France slowly moved away and sipped some of his wine, licking the excess from his lips. Prussia growled and looked outside at the grey sky. Seeing his friends so sad made him feel so un-awesome. The albino sighed and got up, his cheeks puffing. Spain watched, his emerald eyes getting bigger, a smile creeping to his face.

Prussia closed his red eyes. "Ah, you guys can help. But-"

For the next few minutes, all three men of the Bad Touch Trio had been rolling around on the ground, holding their faces. It seems that lunging to one person all at the same time equaled up to two bruised foreheads and a chin with a big swollen mark.

A mark that marked that ugly friendship.


Argh. I was gonna do France alone by himself. But . . . IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE. So I added Spain and Prussia to make everything better. ; ^ ;

I should've said this before *facepalm*. You all give me random Haikus for random characters ( lol, don't worry, I love them) , and it turns out I probably won't be doing that particular character in the next chapter. So, I'll just tell you that in the chapter I'll be doing Russia. ^^ Russia is an interesting character. * v *

Russia-related Haiku please ! ~ :U