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"Soon . . . please ? I'll wait as long as you want, but . . . I mean, I did run into that problem with Denmark, right after Prussia and Russia's wedding. It made me realize how much I'd love to just have one already. Sometimes, I think about it, and I don't really care who I'm with." But then I feel bad ! Say it ! You feel horrible, because you know that you want only to be with the man you're using as a chair ! Say it !
N-no . . . the only thing that leaves these lips . . .
a growl ?
"Well, I was going to ask something, but now I'm distracted with the thought of getting married. Well ********. And that's probably never going to happen, right ? You seem so focused on everyone else. How could I possibly get you to pay attention to my needs without being whiny ? Or when you don't have me pinned to a bed, feeling up every inch of me, pushing yourself inside and telling me all these sweet things. It's to keep me roweled. You don't mean them, do you ?"
ciao, mister pissy. No one told you to come back and spit at my boyfriend like that . . . . . . . .
"You know . . . everything, every moment I spend with you these days sickens me. I need . . . some sort of break. And I'm going to get it. My way. Right now."
umm . . . what . . . ? How . . . ?
nervous. I feel nervous. Because of myself. Standing, I feel like I should be trembling. I feel cold. I . . .
snatched that beautiful head of blond tresses up and threw the body attached across the room. Am I going to hurt him again ?

"The rest of your clothes. Off. Now."
demanding . . . but it's not going to hurt. Right ?

{= =; oh what. Just because you're France, you have to make him read my mind. 'Usually it gets worse'. : P bleeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhh
I'm rambling <3 yippeeeeee
it's almost your bed time o uo;;;;}

"Your baby ?"
Canada ? I hate him, don't I ? The me who is acting for me right now seems to hate him worse. Other wise, I wouldn't be biting a hole into my lip, clenching my fists. But I wont hurt my baby, will I ?
"Fine. Fine. If you're swearing on someone's life that's far more important to you than mine, then I know you're being truthful. Or scared. Or both ?"
There goes my clothes. How can I do such a thing at this time ? Naked makes me happy. This doesn't make me happy. I'm snarling.
"Hands and knees. Now."
So I can do what . . . ? Step on him and crunch his spine ?

{9:3O is going to be hard to aim for when you want to just stay on the computer and watch youtube and read FFs and stuff ~ but if you can do it, I'll make myself eventually, so I can wake up with you at the same time o uo;;; -creepy-}

I have no ideas where I'm going with this . . .
sometimes I just don't know what I'm doing. That's bad, right ?
I wish he could read my mind when I'm like this. That would be so much easier on me.

"Why don't you ever call me your baby ? That sorta hurts me."
Ve, lovers do call each other baby. Those are my words.
"You're facing the wrong way dumbass. If I wanted you to give me head that'd be perfect, but that's not what I want at all. You never do anything I want."
N-not my words . . . !
It's . . . cold. Is that why I'm crossing my arms ?
Maybe . . .
I've never been this mean and forceful, have I ? Maybe this will be the first and last time. Just . . . get it over with. I have no control. And it's myself . . . brother, you remember about that therapy, right ? We should really go sometime.

{pffft silly silly *****. That's good that you're gonking out so early ^ ^; I think . . . }

{ o uo; it's okay ? I somehow got suckered into a Billy and Mandy RP . . . so . . . awwwwwwwwwwww but I missed you Dx are you okay ? Something with school ? Therapy ? Family ? Turkey ? erm . . . RP o uo; oops ~ mind if I just end this already ? D; and talk to you through pmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ?}

{poor you O AO I'd be too exhausted to type . . . errrrrrrm . . . ! -snugglehuggle- mine tired ***** ? ~ um um um fine Dx}

Aww . . . he's . . . sorry. I'm making him feel bad. I feel worse than that Russian brute should have after beating Gilbert over the head for-
um . . . not story time.
"Francis. I don't want your apology. Don't make me force you."
Is it possible to not have control over what you're saying ? Like you're a puppet, and someone else is making you say mean things. To someone you love. More than anything . . .

{I'm having to think = u=;;; I've been the one being ordered around all day so ~ towwy. Slow thinking responses.}

A-awww. Those scary eyes ~ si ~ and that grin !
Si, I feel myself melting again. Like I'm melting back into control ? Of my actions and words . . . si ~
Grazie brother, you must have English magic, somehow. You made me blush and smile. Ve, yes, this is me. This smile is mine. This blush is mine. This . . . these . . . these furrowing, angry eyebrows aren't mine. This sudden scowl isn't. These certainly aren't my feet making me stomp over to him. Not my hands gripping at those pretty, golden locks. This is not my rage causing me to throw him against the wall. Brother . . .
"Let's try this again. Pick yourself up. Hands and knees. In the direction I want. Now."
. . . I love you. When this demon has left my shell . . . yes. I will express my love. MY love to you. I hope you don't get confused. I hope you know the difference between me and this monster.

{go to bed at a good time tonight ? I should too = n= right after dinner. I hate Sundays. And I found out I hate Sundays without you even more - n-;}

O-oh. What do I do now ? Maybe . . . maybe it's better if the demon me sticks around a little longer ? If I come back in control of this situation, I'd have no ideas what to do. What do you do ? Say sorry, lay down next to him, kiss his hand, and tell him how much you love him ? That would be more confusing !
Oh . . . ve . . . good, the other me knows what he's doing, I think. Calm. Smiling. Yes, I'm smiling. This is . . . good ? Si. I think.
Maybe a glomp ? Yes, a cute little glomp, and a huge 'I love you !'
. . . that is what I'm going to do, right ?
O-or . . . ? Okay . . . kneeling works ? I guess.
Erm . . . c-ciao, brother's smooth, warm back. I suppose I'm being made to lean on you, so bear with me ?
. . . . . . o-oh. My . . . mind . . . . . . just went blank . . . what was I thinking about ? . . . . . b-brother's . . . tight. Suffocating almost. But warm. So that's comforting ?
This is strange. Strange. Strange. I should say . . . something ? Should I . . . ? Yes . . . maybe the demon will hold it's tongue and let me speak for myself ?

"I-I . . . Ti amo . . . Francis ?"
errrr. Si. That's definitely my voice. These . . . little actions seem to be taking up so much space in time.
Just . . . Oh, Dio. Cazzo. The monster left. Wrong time, you stupid b*****d. I don't know what I'm doing . . . just . . .
kisses fix everything . . . here, a kiss to your back, and then your back can tell his Southern mate about the kiss and that I'm sorry for what I'm doing ?

{yes, love you tooooooooo ~ >insert awkward vibe here<
yup yup o uo psht. -copyingFrance- ******** you, unfitting RP.}