~~Kiss me on the cheek~~
(Name) placed her cards on the table, and looked at the three nations with smug satisfaction.
A slew of curses greeted her, but she simply smiled more and spoke three words, "I win, again."
France of course had no problem with taking his clothes off, but was muttering angrily that (Name) still wore all her clothing and reluctantly moved his rose, throwing it on the table and pouting like a four year old.
Prussia was swearing up a storm and threw his "awesome" Prussian boxers on the table, growling and glowering at his losing hand.
Spain shook his head sadly and put his two pair of sixes on the table, his pants going with them.
"I really don't understand how you keep winning (Name),"
"It is honestly getting annoying that we never get to see that beau body of yours ma Cherie."
"The awesome me shouldn't lose this often!"
(Name) merely chuckled and shuffled the cards again.
When you have three of the sexiest friends on earth, you'd learn to count cards too.
Standing and stretching after playing Spain's boxers off of his body, (Name) delivered a kiss to the cheek of her three friends.
"It's just a game, boys," she smirked.
". . . I know of another game we can play ma Cherie."
~~We're good friends~~