Let's just fucking face it. BS is never gonna leave.
BS: DAMN RIGHT I'M NOT!
Just let her stay! She is the author after all.
Pfffft yeah, what are you, 9, 10?
BS: I'm 14.
I KNEW IT!
BS: -_- Yeah...I'm gonna post the next blog now...
Eliana:
Sup? So, I have a question for Spain. Do you still manage to get Romano to wear dresses? I bet he would look absolutely stunning in a black strapless, maybe around mid thigh in length, some black combat boots, and a deep red velvet headband... perhaps a pair fishnet glovlettes, elbow length of course. A simple silver necklace too! Oh, and of course the engagement ring... Why am I listing the qualities of the outfit, you ask? Simple, Romano, I dare you to wear it. :3 Have fun Spain!
…GFHD
BS: PFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOLOLOLOLOL TROLOLOLOLO-
*Eyes sparkle* Omg! THAT WOULD BE PERFECT FOR MY LITTLE TOMATO! YOU, MY DEAR, ARE A GENIUS.
BS: -LOLOLO Spain...Romano got a nosebleed and kinda died halfway through reading the whole thing.
Zomg zomg zomg zomg afaoanfueufamnmafizomg I'm so going to do this to Roma! He will be soooo happy!
BS: Spain, that's not a good id-and he's gone. Sigh.