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.
His smirk widened as he saw the others cheeks heat up, his eyes widening a split second before the fist came in contact with his nose, making a slight cracking sound. He flew back slightly from the impact, sure that his nose was at least fractured now as pain shot through and blood started to almost pour out. Unfortunately for the other, he was a masochist and fed off of some of this pain, licking the blood slightly as it reached his lips and looking back to the other with a crazed look in his eyes. ”Oh, mon chere, if you wanted to do zings like zis, you could ‘ave just asked~” He slipped a knife from his pocket and held it in his hand as he stood up, walking back over to the other nation.
Despite the other’s blood dripping down from his knuckles, he wasn’t satisfied just yet— Not until Francis was battered to a bloody mess. His red eyes were already burning up with rage from before and now, pulling out his baseball bat the same time Francis revealed his pocket knife to him. He embraced himself for whatever damage the male might want to attempt. “I told you to shut the fuck up!” he snarled his words viciously as he strike his bat at.
He watched the other getting his baseball bat ready to swing at him, chuckling darkly once more as he shouted. Just barely dodging the swing as he ducked down under the bat, he lunged towards behind the other, wanting to push him more and smacking his ass again before jumping back up and away. He was having fun now and was not going to quit any time soon. But his caution would be raised as the others weapon was larger and easier to get hit with. ”Why should I be quiet when it is so fun to tease you physically and verbally?”
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He falters again from the touch, his blush spreading across to his ears now. Growling again through his clenched teeth, He lunges his bat at him again in hopes of finally getting him with the rusted nails surrounding the top of his bat. The other’s comment aggravating him more. “Because I said so.”
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February 19, 2012 // 36 notes
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