Ohhh~ Scary. I'm under tornado warning right now. I might die. ...
Disclaimer: *is in ruins*
WARNINGS: Author death. Pervertedness. Tragedies. And Sunflowers.
Chapter 4: Radiation
In which: France is France, England has no taste buds, and Russia is awkward.
France: Come on Angleterre~! You can't run from me forever~! Honhonhohnohnohn~
England: NO! YOU BLOODY WANKER! YOU LIED TO ME!
France: I was not lying to you mon cher~!
England: WHAT KIND OF IDIOT YELLS ABOUT THEIR PANTS NOT BEING ON FIRE?
France: Well. I was simply stating zee truth Angleterre~ My pants were devoid fire were zey not? *flirty smile*
England: HOW DO YOU TURN EVERYTHING SEXUAL?
France: It is a gift, non?
England: A GIFT IS NOT WHAT I'D CALL IT.
France: Honhonhonhonhon~ Oui! It is a gift, and a big one a zat!~ 3
England: *flushed* KNOCK IT OFF!
France: At least put on zee apron? ~
England: Not if you're pulling stunts like that! *shakes head*
France: I'll cook you something nice, oui? ~ 3
England: Ha! You can't bribe me with food! My taste buds died years ago!
France: *shocked face* But you always told me zat you loved my cooking! *teary* Is zis all just … 'ow you say... Joke for you?
England: *grumble* I did like your cooking. *blushes* When I could taste it...
France: And 'ow long ago was zat?
England: *grumbles* When... I started... *grumble* cooking *cough* scones.
France: But zat was so long ago! Zis is a tragedy! *river of tears*
England: Oh quit being so dramatic!
France: You've been lying to me for years! *weep weep*
England: *sigh* Just because I can't taste it, doesn't mean I don't know your food is delicious.
France: Zat doesn't even make sense.
England: Sure it does... I can still smell it. *weak chuckle* … and... the boys love it...
France: *sniffle* I guess... But you still cannot taste it yourself! We shall restore your taste buds!
England: How are you-
France: *dashes away*
LATER...
England: *creeping*
France: *in french* You sure this will work?
Woman: Yes, I'm sure. And no radiation.
France: Yes. Hopefully not like last time.
England: LAST TIME? *mumble* What the bloody hell? What's that twit up too?
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Russia: You have a surprisingly clean house Amerika.
America: Thanks! I- Hey! What's that supposed to mean?
Russia: Nothing, moi slodvakee~
America: Eh. You know, you aren't too bad for a commie bastard.
Russia: I am not communist anymore, da? *evil smile* I would be careful of what you say if I were you.
America: *oblivious* Kay then~ Whaddya wanna do?
Russia: Besides "give you a grammar lesson"?
America: Dude! I'm letting you stay here! Stop being so rude, yo!
Russia: Izvinite, you are giving me shelter from moi sestra. I apologize, Amerika.
America: *heroic smile* I forgive ya pal! So. Whaddya wanna do huh?
Russia: *shy* You grow sunflowers here, da?
America: Yeah? What about it? *is confused*
Russia: *blush* Could we *mumble* go see them?
America: Sure! *grabs Russia's sleeve and drags*
Russia: *blush* Spasiba moi slodvakee.
America: HAHAHAHA! NO PROB~ *drags Russia away*
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