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((Oh my god, that second sentence is ridiculously redundant. I'm leaving it there because it makes me laugh. What the hell was I thinking? xd ))

Yuzuki continued to sit upon the bleachers before recognizing Francis' country of origin, by playing back his accent on her hard drive. "You're a Frenchmen, are you not?" She questioned him politely, her hands folded neatly in the lap of her maid's outfit.

Faya looked at the small wristwatch with a mixed emotion of both confusion and pure awe plastering itself all over her face. "So this watch will make me invisible? Oh golly gee Master, that's amazing!" She exclaimed before she ran forward and hugged him tightly, giggling all the while, letting her more childish side kick in for a moment. It was strange to her, the fact that she kept changing back and forth between two seperate persona of her same body, but for the moment, she didn't want to think, let alone care about it now. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"Yuzuki." The blue clad girl replied, along with a polite smile. Her eyes scanned him over for a moment as she recorded his stature for later referencing. "I could tell from your accent. The people of France are very distinct when it comes to language and romance."

France was interested in her now. And when she mentioned romance, he got that idea. He was French after all. France moved closer to her, "We are distinct when it comes to romance. After all, it is our specialty." He gazed at her with alluring eyes, not really noticing much that could be potentially odd about her, "Would you like to see?" He was getting close, flirting, asking if she wanted to kiss him.

He listened to him come to the conclusion and a grin came across his face. He looked to Mattie, tilting his head, "So you'll play whatever game I want?" Okay. So he had no intention of that being potentially dirty. In fact, if it weren't his boyfriend, one could probably come to the- quite accurate- conclusion that the game he wanted to play was a video game. But of course, not everything Alfred says has been thoroughly thought through.

Looking back at Alfred, as he listened to his identical, he nodded. "Those were the rules. I'll play whatever game you want." He said. Although, there was something about that, he figured could be taken a few different ways. He just hoped that he wouldn't be guessing wrong. Probably not. Well, he would know soon enough. "So.. what game do you want to play Al?" He smiled.

"It's not magic, but technology," Spy explained. "Zhere is a button on zhe side. Press it once to activate zhe cloak. If you want to drop zhe cloak early, press it again. Ozzerwise, just let zhe power run out." It was kind of funny; in a world where it seemed just about everyone had some sort of special power or another, Spy had only his equipment and wits. It was rather flattering, actually, that he was expected to do well in this sort of situation.

((It occurred to me that we've been showing Scout and Spy plenty of love, but hardly any for Heavy. I need to fix that. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8__z9qolarc ))

((Hahaha and no world is complete without everyone dancing to Poker Face-> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR6cJZ-oalw ))

Alfred thought a moment, he didn't want to play anything at the moment, so he just kept still, his arms around his brother as he watched the baseball game. He kept his arms around his new boyfriend before speaking, "I want to play something fun. I'll think of it mores specifically when I stop being comfortable," he held onto Matthew tighter. One of the drawbacks of being in a relationship like this was that when things were this comfortable, moving became nearly impossible. He kissed him on the cheek once more, keeping still.

France grinned as she gave him permission of sorts. He moved closer to her, lowering his lips to just hovering above hers, "Now. In my country, this close doesn't mean you slap them. In fact you should get closer so our lips meet." A grin was on his face as he spoke, his voice low and full of his seductiveness although he really wasn't attempting to be too seductive at the moment. She didn't seem to be the kind who would be able to pick up on such things.

Eliza had glanced over at Alfred and Matthew, immediately picking up on what had happened between those two. She smiled to herself. Yeah, it was cute. She remembered when she had been married to Austria. That had been really nice, they raised North Italy together. But then Prussia kept butting in and making things hard for her husband. Even though now they weren't married anymore, however, their relationship was still great. She had gone over to where France and Oomizu were to keep France from causing any trouble, but as she approached she saw France making moves and heard Oomizu's words that were all but lost on him. So she stepped in, "Yes. Gilbert is Prussian, that horribly arrogant man is the most frustrating piece of s**t... he's always picking on Roderich- He's Austrian- and Feliciano- He's from Northern Italy."