BS: I just realised how very out-of-character you guys were at the start of this thing...
I'm glad you noticed, jerk.
BS: Hey hey what makes me the jerk? If anything, YOU'RE the jerk!
What did you just call me?
BS: I called you a jerk.
OKAY THAT DOES IT BASTARD!
BS: HEY STOP SMACKING ME! DID SPAIN EVER TELL YOU TO NEVER HIT A GIRL!?
SI, BUT SCREW HIM!
BS: GHJHJKIKHIJFGFGHI9EYRCMAOWEOFCNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YY
JKNJLKHJYAQPX,HGAQWDQWOD..,
Sigh...am I always the one who has to make these two stop fighting with each other?
Isa:
Holá Spain, Romano, and BS!
I have questions!
Spain
I'm Spanish and turning 15! You should know what that means! :3 What color do you think I should pick as my dress? Red, Yellow, or purple? Also, when ARE you guys gonna get married? Can I come ;3?
Romano
Oh god...my friends say they like GERMANY, FUCKING GERMANY better than you. 2 words. . They obviously don't see the badassery of a Southern Italian like you...assholes.
To BS- your a fucking genius. Nuff said.
Haha, you guys act so much like my own siblings it's scary! Bye!
-Isa
Hola~!
Ciao.
BS: HEY BRE!
You're turning 15? Congrats chica! ...uh, party? ._.
BS: No, fiesta!
Oh right!~!
Congratulations...
You should get a red dress! You know, the colours on the Spanish flag? SPANISH PRIDE~!
Gee, I know I am a fucking badass at badassery. Grazie for being on my side.
BS: What, is this like the mafia wars or something? Can I be on the Italiano side too? :D
No, you go die with the potato bastard.
BS: D: BUT GERMANY'S SO SCARY!
WELL DEAL WITH IT!
BS: Thanks! I just got bored one day and decided to get Spain and Romano to do a blog. And they reluctantly agreed!
I never agreed to nothing...Ciao.
Adios!
BS: BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!