'Okay, item one on our List of Evil Shit to Do is done,' France said, crossing 'Do Stuff to Poland' off the mile-long list.
'What's next, kolkolkol,' Russia said.
''Set Up a Rainbow Factory'. We could ask Germany for help. He's done something like this before.' (Tasteless? Too soon? Please don't kill me.)
Russia found that comment so funny, Latvia exploded.
'OH MY CHEESE-COVERED JESUS! LATVIA!' Estonia yelled, removing himself from Lithuania for a moment to mourn the death of Lativa. Then he went right back to it.
Later, France went to Germany's house, dressed all fancy-fancy and holding TWO bouquets of flowers (take THAT, England!).
'Oh Germany~!' France sang. 'Come out, Germany~!'
Germany was pissed. He slammed the door open. 'I WAS NEVER IN THE CLOSET IN THE FIRST PLACE!' he shouted.
France stared at him. 'I only wanted you to get out of the house, you weirdo.' He took out his Evil Shit list. 'But thanks for the info.' He crossed off 'Get Germany to Admit His Sexuality'. (How evil is that, anyway?)
Germany was still pissed. 'The hell do you want?'
France put on his dramatic emotion face. 'I just wanted to take you out for some dinner, but... I suppose you don't want to...' He sighed... dramatically. 'Just... have these flowers as a symbol of my love.' He dramatically executed a dramatic walk away from Germany.
France's words touched Germany as if they were France himself. He was super sad for turning down a super hawt dude.
'Wait, France!' Germany called.
France dramatically stopped. 'Yes, Germany?'
'I-I want to go to dinner with you.'
'Well then, why didn't you say so?' France summoned a limo, straight from God himself. 'Get in. I guarantee we'll have a fabulous time, mon cheri.'