Russia and Italy, in their grief, were still crying. GOD, MAKE IT STOP!
'-and you should totally do that thing with your tongue again,' France remarked to Germany as they walked out of the conference room. They paused when they noticed the other two. Said other two stared at them.
'Russia,' France said.
'France,' Russia said.
'Italy,' Germany said.
'Germany,' Italy said.
AWKWARD.
'... Well then,' France said. He and Germany left.
Russia sighed. 'Man, what am I even doing? I'm crying over a bastard who ended up cheating on me!'
'Ve~ me too,' Italy agreed, nodding.
They gazed at each other, right in the eyeballs, their brains setting off chemical reactions to stimulate the emotion of love. This caused a physical reaction created by anxiety, which includes butterflies in the stomach, sweaty palms, nervousness, blushing, and increased beating of the heart. The more you know.
'... Ve~...' Italy said, for that was the most appropriate thing to say at that moment.
They began to make out and stuff. It was, no doubt, one of the weirdest things anyone had ever seen. Luckily, no one did.
Or did they...?
'Phase one in our quest to conquer the world is complete,' Finland said.
Little did he know that saying that phrase would cause himself to liquify. So his quest was a bust. Good thing too. If he did conquer the world, we'd have to listen to fucking Christmas carols everyday. God, can you imagine that? Almost all of the population would kill themselves.
