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Matthew Loves Maple Syrup
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 Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:25 pm
Prussia thoughts were interrupted by Ireland who went up to him and greeted him. He looked at the girl with his deep red eyes. "Well hello. Hopily you know who I am."
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:49 pm
Ireland's face got a little red. "I-I know who you are. Your Prussia." She said She noticed he was still looking at her and she blushed even more.
"HEY!!!" Italy yelled "Let me in!!! Russia's scaryyyyy!!!!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:54 pm
"Hey, Liet, should we, like, let Italy in?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:07 pm
Prussia grinned. Of course she knew who he was. Who didn't know who the awesome Prussia was. "Yea that's me. The awesome Prussia in the flesh." He looked around at where they were. He was seeing if that stupid aristocrat was around or even on the plane at all.
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Matthew Loves Maple Syrup
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:09 pm
Liet opened the door, and let the happy Italian in, and he knew it was bad news, he had to get hugged by him of all things.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:13 pm
Ireland looked up and cleared her throat. "Is it ok if I stand with you for a while?"
Italy smiled "HUG!!!" He said as he hugged Liet. "Yay!!! You saved me from Russia!!!"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:18 pm
Liet tried to push Italy away, (All he wanted was some peace with Poland) and then he asked politely: "Feliciano, could you let me go, please?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:19 pm
Prussia glanced at the girl and shrugged his shoulders as he lean up againist the tree. "It's fine..." He sneezed once and grew bored in a snap. "I am bored." He murmured under his breath.
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Matthew Loves Maple Syrup
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:23 pm
Poland tried to stifle a laugh as Italy tackled Liet. "Like, any time, Italy."
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:25 pm
Ireland smiled. But when she tried to step forward, she tripped and landed on Prussia. "I-I'm so sorry!"
Italy let go. Then turned around and yelled "Hug!" Again as he hugged Poland.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:28 pm
Poland let out a squeak and hugged Italy back.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:29 pm
Italy let go. "Do you think there's anything out there I can make pasta with?"
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Matthew Loves Maple Syrup
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:32 pm
Prussia stood was standing againist the tree so when Ireland fell onto him, He stood in the same spot. He stood her up straight after he caught her. "It's fine. Just be careful."
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:43 pm
Ireland stood up. Her face was bright red. "I'm sorry but I have to go." She said before bolting off into the plane. She sat in one of the seats. Then she remembered that she had brought her guitar with her. She rummaged around until she found it. She walked out of the plane and sat a few yards away from Prussia (Without knowing it of course) And started playing. Here's the song she was singing: Paramore-Sunday Bloody SundayItaly Smiled and began rocking back and forth on his feet.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 5:48 pm
Liet looked around to at least find something to use for Italy's pasta, but couldn't find a thing for the Italian.
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