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PASTAADDICT: Hmm. Yeah, I didn't even think about Spain, tomatoes getting busted, poor tomatoes, but he probably deserved it. Lol. France is normal. Hello new French territory!'. And Prussia hmmm. I think I'll just have him be a little scrappy. And England will pull a Gandalf? Or not. And France is so arrogant, that he actually thinks that he will get Canté without too much trouble, especially since his rival is England, and his monstrous eyebrows lol. Thanks!

BUBBLY12: Hmm. Okay ^-^ oh wait, I already have the accents in the chapter, but I can go back later and fix the accents.

"Son of a Damned frog-bitch!" England swore when he sat up. The last thing he could remember was Canté calling his name as she was dragged away by . . . . The god-damned Bad Touch Trio! Fuck. His. Life! He couldn't even have one full day of bliss before that bloody frog had to have it too! Well fuck him. This time, the fucking git had pushed him too far. This time the hundred years war would seem like a needle jabbing, compared to the smack down that England was going to give him! That's when he noticed a dagger sticking out of the sycamore, that Canté had told him about, pinning a little sheet of paper. Groaning, he got to his feet, and rippled the paper from the tree and dagger. Frowning, he read the note.

Angeterre,
By the time you read this, I will be at my camp making preparations for the war. Do not bother looking for the belle, for she will have fallen for me by now. Who can resist this face for long, when it is filled with such love, or lust anyways. No the battle for the woman is over, and I've already won that, the battle for the land is beginning. See you later Angeterre ;) XOXOXO

Finished reading, he crumpled the note. That was it! No more pretending to be a damned landlubber! The damned frog was getting a one way passage ta Davy Jones locker if he had to drown him his self! No one messed with the pirate Arthur Kirkland, and kidnapping his wench, and coldcocking him in the process? Well, if they had anyone to care about 'em, which he highly doubted, it'd be really hard for them to be identified.

"'Ello new French territory." The one known as France purred, circling her the same way brother eagle circles around his prey. However, unlike the mouse, she was not scared. She would not be intimidated by this unloyal dog. The Frenchman continued speaking to her in that horrendously ridiculous accent. "Now zat I 'ave rescued you from ze beast, you can begin to shower me with your adoration." Canté just rolled her eyes. 'He thinks pretty well of himself, for a randy, know-it-all, jackass.' She thought derisively.

"Give it a rest francy-pants. She vill never tell you anyzing. Locked her lips up tighter zan Austria's legs at Britain's Belfast Festival." The slightly less annoying one, but still extremely annoying stated loudly.

"Si, mi amigo. Chica doesn't seem to enjoy your attentions." The happy-go-lucky one interjected. This one reminded her of a rabbit.

"Perhaps you are right Mon Ami." Francy-pants said with a sigh. "After all," he continued with a smirk. "Rome wasn't built in a day. She is obviously intimidated by my beauty. Zere is no reason for you to reject my advances mon petite amour." Placing his fingers under her chin, lifting it, as he brought their faces closer.

Canté merely lifted an eyebrow. "No matter how the robin preens and croons to the robiness, but she will still choose the better mate." She returned coolly.

"Oui." The most annoying one smiled as he said so. "So why are you fighting me mon amour?"

"Because, MISTER ROBIN," she said with as much venom as she could muster. "You are not the best mate." Which caused the other two to snicker, well one snickered, the other one just chuckled good-naturedly.

"Kesesesese. Zhe zhowed you mein freund." The snickering albino commented. "Of course, you're not az awezome as me." He finished, snickering harder.

"What does awesome mean?" Canté asked curious.

"Vas!?" Annoying one screeched. "You don't know vhat awezome meanz?! The awezome Gilbert vill now teach you." And proceeded into an hours long lecture on the word awesome, how awesome was awesome, how awesome he was, and how utterly unawesome she was for not knowing what awesome was.

"But I zuppoze zat you can't be blamed for zat, after all, I'm the only awezome you know." He finished.

'Thank the creator!' Canté thought desperately hoping that he wouldn't start talking about awesome he was again. He only looked at her, as if waiting for something.

"Vell?" He questioned, "Do you get the awezomenezz now?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Awesome means awe-inspiring, and therefore bringing awe to those who look at the awesome thing, however you take the word to mean both awe-inspiring, and great."

"Right, Kesesesese." He grinned before she continued.

"However, I fail to see how you are awesome. You not only look like a white demon, but laugh like a snake, and behave like a brute. Nothing in your behavior, demeanor, or looks, inspires the least bit of awe in my eyes." She saw the rage in his eyes when she finished her rant.

"I'm goink to rip your hair right out of your unawezome head, und cut you open und ztuff it in place of your lungz, vhile I zhove your lungz down your zroat." He growled, stepping forward, just as the rabbit stopped him.

"Calm down mi amigo. She is probably sleepy and cranky no?" He said as cheerfully as ever. Then he turned to Canté. "Perhaps chica needs some hug therapy?" He asked as he glomped her from the front.

The movement was so sudden, that she couldn't do anything to prevent it, only try to fight him off. She wasn't thinking, only reacting as her knee came up swiftly, right in-between his legs.
He went down. When he looked up again, she shivered, for gone was the cheerful rabbit, leaving in his place, a hungry wolf.

When he spoke Canté noticed that even, his voice was deeper, darker, sending more shivers up her spine. "That wasn't very nice chica. Now I'll have to make you pay, or my name isn't Antonio Fernandez Carriedo." His voice barely above a whisper, but it still caused her to flinch. As three pairs of hands reached steadily for her.

HOLY TARDIS OF GALLIFREY BATMAN! THAT TOOK ME, LIKE, FOREVER! I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHAT ON EARTH I WAS GOING TO WRITE! BUT I GOT IT DONE! HOORAY! I HOPE THAT NO ONE SEEMED OOC, BUT THAT'S THAT THE WAY THE BISCUIT CRUMBLES. SO YEAH, TUNE IN NEXT WEEK FOR NEWS ON CANTÉ, DOES SHE SURVIVE, WILL SHE ESCAPE? AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, WHERE'S ENGLAND WHEN YOU NEED HIM?
ENGLAND: HERE I AM.
ME: GET YOUR BUTT IN THERE AND SAVE YOUR WOMAN!
ENGLAND: I CAN'T, YOU FINISHED THE CHAPTER ALREADY.
ME: OH RIGHT. WELL SEE YA'LL LATER! PEACE
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