He couldn’t help but growl slightly at the others comment, the smirk though still somehow staying on his face and giving him more of a deranged look. He had only ever looked like this when fighting with England, or getting into a tussle with one of the other countries, those never ending without someone bruised or bleeding. Rolling his eyes slightly as the smirk then started to disappear, he shook his head a bit and looked to the other once again as he decided to take a bit of talk from one of the nations he hated most. ”I can see zem now… Revolving around you and your giant head and ass…” Snickering slightly after saying that, he smirked once more.
His disinterest in the other soon faded after what he heard what came out of Francis’s mouth, looking back at defensively. “The fuck you goin’ on about now…” growling at, mostly at the smugness on the Frenchman’s face.
He chuckled again, a bit more darkly this time, and narrowed his eyes slightly to the other, officially enjoying this now. ”Oh, just zat you are so full of yourself and zat your countries obesity problems seem to be getting to you too…” He smirked again and walked towards the other, circling around him once like a vulture and smacking his ass, something so out of character for him but wanting to push the other even more.
His eyes follow the older man, becoming more annoyed each time he continues circling around him. He growls at him again. “Shut the fuck up alre—!” stops his sentence and freezes, his cheeks slowly heating up from what Francis had done. Swiftly, he punches the other in the nose in anger, mostly from when he was trying to hold back before— he didn’t give a fuck anymore and it felt good to finally lash out at him.
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February 14, 2012 // 36 notes
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