Chapter 9- Frog vs Eyebrows
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Ciel watched for a while, then summoned his throne. He sat on it, wearing black pants, a king's cape...thingy, and a crown that was loppysided.
France couldn't help notice. "C-Coment sexy! Belle! Alors divine~!" He swooned. England noticed his chance and swung that bottle smack dab on his cheek.
"HA! In your face! Literallly!" England turned to Ciel. "Now how about we go to-"
"Silence."
Slience...
"In order to have me as your colony...or whatever, I have a challenge."
England and France looked at Ciel, puzzled.
"But whoever wins has to let me top!" You pick the challenge because I can't think.
Sebastian pecked America on the cheek and then again, began to jump on tables again.
"What? That's it?" A gay yelled. America was left there, mouth wide open. "W-wait! Come back! Sidekick!"
Sebastian pouted and stomped. "I told you, I'm the hero now!"
Miyu
"When waz zhe last zime zomeone zop moi?" France thought.
"Baguettedick! You've been dominated since you existed! When was the last time you had a military victory? Oh wait, I meant when was your last military defeat?" England replied.
"Connait la revolution? J'ai gagne cretin!"
"F*cking wine-bastard!"
No, this was not how it was suppose to be as the 2 men continue fight with rum bottles and was that a chocolate-flavored condoms?
"Silence!" Ciel halted.
England and France both turned from their rough s** bloody beatings.
"Gosh, adults these days! Anyways, I order you to buy..."
The 2 nations stared closely at Ciel with eager eyes.
"To buy me..."
"Oui, achete quoi pour toi mon petit lapin?"
"To buy me some..."
"For bloody f*cks sake, spit it out lad!"
"To buy me some damn FISH & CHIPS alright!"
They both looked at each other with fierce eye.
"I WANNA TAKE YOU TO THE GAY BAR, GAY BAR, GAY BAR!" sang America, obviously drunk from nursing his heartbreak over Sebby.
"Gayez pride bitchez!"
The bar just cheered louder.
Where was Sebby? Oh yeah, he's probably off doing his duty as one hell of a workb*tch!