(Haha, have a hug from this not-so-anon-Germanon. ♥ Namefagging because div'ing all those would drive me insane.)
Germany: That is tasteless. France: Your expression says otherwise... (fufufufu)
America: Hold on a minute with that marriage! America: We have the NATO for forming alliances with each other, right? Why are you just the two of you teaming up? France: America... I'm not letting Germany end up like England. [not sure what he means. I might have gotten this wrong xD''']
France: ... so, are you trying to bribe [buy] me? Germany: I wish you'd at least read the mood.
[ah, not EU-tan after all. It's kiddie!France. ^^;]
France: This time it's me who got shrunk. Sorry, but can I rely on you for a while? Germany: *switches to daddy mode* Germany: Eh? If you need anything, I'll get it immediately, don't hesitate to ask--- France: Aaah, I used to be surrounded only by grown-ups like him, so I was a pretty spoiled brat back then... (hey, you're fussing too much, Germany...)
France: Hmmm... there are times when you want to cuddle but don't want to be touched... so, lift your arms! France: Perfect. Now don't move for a while. France: HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Germany: I, uhm, er, sorry... France: Ah, well, you're forgiven... (because you're cute)
[pffff, what a couple of dorks. ♥ part II is in the works!]
translation part I
Germany: That is tasteless.
France: Your expression says otherwise... (fufufufu)
America: Hold on a minute with that marriage!
America: We have the NATO for forming alliances with each other, right? Why are you just the two of you teaming up?
France: America... I'm not letting Germany end up like England. [not sure what he means. I might have gotten this wrong xD''']
France: ... so, are you trying to bribe [buy] me?
Germany: I wish you'd at least read the mood.
[ah, not EU-tan after all. It's kiddie!France. ^^;]
France: This time it's me who got shrunk. Sorry, but can I rely on you for a while?
Germany: *switches to daddy mode*
Germany: Eh? If you need anything, I'll get it immediately, don't hesitate to ask---
France: Aaah, I used to be surrounded only by grown-ups like him, so I was a pretty spoiled brat back then... (hey, you're fussing too much, Germany...)
France: Hmmm... there are times when you want to cuddle but don't want to be touched... so, lift your arms!
France: Perfect. Now don't move for a while.
France: HEY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Germany: I, uhm, er, sorry...
France: Ah, well, you're forgiven... (because you're cute)
[pffff, what a couple of dorks. ♥
part II is in the works!]