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Warning: Beware of naughty words!


The village of the F-word

"Oh my God! Look at that Iggy! Do you think France has made Austria to do that?" America exclaimed suddenly and stopped the car he was driving.

"Bloody hell! I thought Austria to be more refined than that. France bastard must have corrupted him. Wait, what are you doing?" England asked alarmed while America scampered out of the car and headed towards the sign.

"What does it look like? I'm so taking that as a souvenir. It's too cool to be left alone here," America grinned jerking the sign around until it came loose. "I mean, I never thought somebody would actually name a place as 'Fucking'. Should we stop by?"


A/N: I'm alive!I have just been caught up with real life ( matriculation (sp?) exams, applying for universities, tons of stuff related to that, starting a job) but here I am again, presenting a little silly drabble. BTW I live from reviews, favs and alerts.