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AskFrancisBonnefoy β Question 71 -Fuck you, you and your pie!-
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You rotted scone! And throw a eye to you, you're so ugly. I don't eat the food of ugly ugly big eyebrows like you, espèce d'emmerdeur.
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Nothing! *Runs away* Astrid help!
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*frowns* fhvyucsdgvxc >:U
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Ja, vhat do you vant?
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*Hides behind* I don't wanna die!!!!!!!
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WY DOS NO ON EET MI PI?!?!?! IS GUD PI! MAD WITH VITTAMINS. AND GUDNESS.
AN I AM NOTT AN AS. TAT IS TEH WNAKIN FROG'S JOB.
*GLARES at Francis*
WEL, SMEG OFF, YOU SMEGING WNAKER. >_>
[Translation provided upon request. ^^]
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[You killed me c: rjfvzhsydcgx *bleeding-eyes*]
*glares at take his axe out* WHAT YOU SAY, YOU STOOPID STOOPID STOOPID
IDIOT?! ESPΓCE D'EMMERDEUR! *take the pie* I don't want your fucking
pie full of "mykindness" I'M NOT KIND! *throw it at England*
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[Sorry! Sorry! ;~;]
I FART IN YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION!
AND IT'S KIDNEYS! NOT KINDNESS! BLOODY FROG CAN'T EVEN SPEAK ENGLISH PROPERLY!
*cutlass and wand out* You wan to go, Fraunch b*stard?
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[[Nonono it's okay <3]]
*frowns* ... *held his axe and hit England with* I'm not a whore, and
a women, you, mister Jack, can't kill me~β₯
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*dodges the axe hit*
You ARE a whore. *glares* That's WHY I hate you, Francis. Don't you REMEMBER?
I'm not a bloody woman, wanker.
[Uh-oh, you've angered him enough he's using proper grammar... he has a BAD PAST with France. >.>]
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[I know he had a not veyr good past with France~]
*frowns* WHAT... HOW YOU JUST CALLED ME?! *grabs the throat of the
british, shaking him roughly* AND I DON't SPEAKC ABOUT THE "WANKER" or
the "WHORE"!!
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[Let's just say France broke my Iggy's heart in a very bad way.]
I CALLED YOU A WANKING WHORE, FRANCE. YOU KNOW WHERE YOU CAN SHOVE IT.
>_>
I HATE YOU. HATE YOU. HATE YOU MORE THAN PEOPLE WHO HATE MY PIE.
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[Meep]
*trembles in rage* YOU FUCKING IDIOT!! MY NAME IS NOT FRANCIS! ESPΓCE
D'EMMERDEUR! I'm HIS 2P! YOU PIECE OF SHITTY SHIT!
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[Hehehehe... Not that 2P France would remember. And this England is more or less 2P... Poor guys. XD]
YOU'RE THE FUCKING IDIOT, FRANCE! FUCKING. IDIOT.
YOU SOUND LIKE THE FRENCH KNIGHT FROM MONTY PYTHON.
YOUR MOTHER WAS A HAMSTER AND YOUR FATHER SMELLED OF ELDERBERRIES.
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[2P!France take care of the present, the past is the past for him
and he is good like that XD]
*trembles in rage a little more, punchinf the british* SHUT THE FUCK
UP!!
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[Heh. Lovely. XD Iggy kind of lives in the past. 
*kicks France in the... vital regions*
I will say whatever the hell I like. And you can go fuck yourself, FRANCIS. *snerks*
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[That's change XDDD 2P!France don't want think about Jeanne d'Arc
or NapolΓ©on anymore, that's all~]]
*gasps, and held his nuts* FFFF- *lay on his knee* Not the balls!!
*pants in pain, and glares at England* My. Name. Is. StΓ©pahne. You.
Fucking. Idiot!
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[Ah. I see. Poor Stephane.]
Heh. Hehehe. Hehehehehe.
*eyes look a little glassy*
Fucking idiot? You still think of me that way? *smirk* Really?
*knife out, a hair's breadth away from his little goatee*
Why don't I cut off that little chin-wig of yours...
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*push away the knife of the british with his axe* Because... You're
not... how you say in english... "suicidaire"?~β₯
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Maybe I am. Who knows?
*grin* Maybe just a bit of a... masochist? *winks*
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*shiver in the bad way* Erk. *push England away from him* Don't
go near to me, I'll puke.
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Heh. Hehehe.
Finally, I'm safe? Pity. *smirks*
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*huffs* Say what you want, you fucking fucking fucking piece of shit
*mumbles*
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[Hehehe... Est-ce que tu as vu mes questions?
...I think you've got something on your mind, wanker. *smirk* What is it?
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[[ Non ;v; what questions?]]
Nothing. *look away, cleaning his axe.
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[Les questions que j'ai ecrit pour mes amis.
... You seem enamored with the word 'fuck'. Damn, that brings back memories...
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[I just saw them c:]
He mumbled "Memories. We are in the present. Stop think about memories
and stuff like that" he growled, spat on his axe, cleaning it with an
handkerchief.
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[^^ Tu l'aime?
...Oh? Funny... I never stop. *smirks*
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[Yes~]
*frowns and look away*
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[Bien!
... You know, I miss you sometimes?
*an actual serious look*
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*turn back* Hmppf. d'nt care.
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Oh? Funny, that's not what you said the last time I brought it up. *scowls*
Last time, you said you wanted to try again. And then I stabbed you in the eye. >_>
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>_> .... *chop Arthur*
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*sidesteps*
And the time before that, you said that you wanted to try again, and I said yes, and you cheated on me again.
And the time before that- *rambling on*
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I never said I wanted try a relation with you now. *look away, crossing
his arms* You are wrong.
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Oh? Pity. We've got more in common now than ever before. Think of the TEAM we could make...
*smirk*
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*look at him* the Team...? What I'll have if I join your team? *raise
an eyebrow*
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All *kinds* of things. *leans in, too close*
You interested?
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*look at him* ... *shrugs* What I loose after all
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If we teamed up, we'd BOTH win.
What do you say? You and I?
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Okay. It work. *smirks*
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*leans in and kisses him*
[IGGY NEU WYYYYY~}
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*frowns and step back* You're not forced to kiss me. *mumbles*
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Oh, but I *want* to.
*Eyes glint*
What an unexpected reversal! France, loth to kiss someone? *snickers*
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*look away* Shut up. *push the british a little* Get away, I'm not in
the right mood, for any kiss.
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You sound like I used to. *snickers*
*does a bad imitation of a French accent* But mon amour...
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*winces* Outch my ears, you tortured them. Don't hurt my language
with your bad bad BAD accent.
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Ohh, I can torture more than your ears. *still leaning in ENTIRELY too close*
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*gasp a little* Shut uup! *pushes him* Get away from me
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What's the matter?
Did we switch vital regions or something? You've always been all too willing to try anything...
*snickers* I think you've lost your touch, old man.
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