[IM] France & Romano
Title: Untitled
Pairing(s) France, Romano
Rating: PG-13 (Language of course)
Summary: France tries to make Romano admit feelings for Spain, Romano tells him to shut up, etc.
bonnefoy_f = France
pomodoro_buono = S. Italy
Sorry, I'm to lazy to change the screen names... they're pretty obvious anyways...I guess.
bonnefoy_f: Good evening, Romano!
pomodoro_buono: Ciao, bastard.
bonnefoy_f: Is that any way to greet your Nii-chan?
pomodoro_buono: Since when are you my "nii-chan"?
bonnefoy_f: Since forever, mon frere-are you suffering selective memory now?
pomodoro_buono: Since NEVER, damn it! You're the one with the messed up head.
bonnefoy_f: *Francis gives Romano an exaggerated 'I'm hurt' look*
bonnefoy_f: But enough of that, how are you and your adorable brother these days?
pomodoro_buono: Don't look at me like that, bastard!
bonnefoy_f: Like what? *attempts to look innocent*
pomodoro_buono: What are you trying to do? =_=
bonnefoy_f: ....I was doing the gentile thing and inquiring after you and your northern sibling?
bonnefoy_f: I do hope you are both well
pomodoro_buono: We're fine.
bonnefoy_f: Most excellent *grins at you*
pomodoro_buono: *give usual angry look*
bonnefoy_f: Awww, mon frere is too adorable! *reaches for curl*
pomodoro_buono: *smacks hand* Don't touch that, asshole!
bonnefoy_f: Ah, fiesty! *rubs back of hand*
bonnefoy_f: Best leave the fiery ones to Antonio, non?
bonnefoy_f: And how is your paramour, by the way?
pomodoro_buono: W-what's that supposed to mean, damn it?
bonnefoy_f: Have the two of you *still* not managed to get anywhere?
pomodoro_buono: That's none of your business.
bonnefoy_f: *le-sigh*
bonnefoy_f: I keep telling Antonio he needs to start ignoring more personal boundaries....
bonnefoy_f: Are you free tonight?
pomodoro_buono: I guess... why?
bonnefoy_f: Alfred and I are going to a new club near the hotel-Prussia was telling me they have a good DJ and the drinks are tres bon. You should come along with us! And bring Antonio!
pomodoro_buono: Damn it, whatever, I guess.
bonnefoy_f: Ah, parfait!
bonnefoy_f: ....do not look so sour, mon frere.
bonnefoy_f: Per'aps you can dance with Antonio
pomodoro_buono: I'm not going to dance with that bastard, or anyone.
bonnefoy_f: Whyever not? Do not tell me you are still in denial?
pomodoro_buono: Denial of what!?
bonnefoy_f: Of the l'amour between you and Antonio, of course!
pomodoro_buono: There is no "l'amour" between us, damn it! He's a stupid idiot who doesn't understand anything!.
bonnefoy_f: Au contraire! It is obvious to any nation with eyes, mon frere *smirks*
pomodoro_buono: It is NOT obvious, dickface!
bonnefoy_f: *rolls eyes and ruffles Romano's hair* Well, at least I here the weather is nice this time of year, near Egypt's Nile....
pomodoro_buono: DON'T DO THAT, DAMN IT.
pomodoro_buono: Stop trying to make sexual references out of everything!
bonnefoy_f: But I'm the country of l'amour! It's in my nature, mon cher!
bonnefoy_f: I can't help myself!
pomodoro_buono: I don't give a shit.
bonnefoy_f: *France looks shifty*
bonnefoy_f: I maintain that it's not my fault
pomodoro_buono: Whatever, bastard.
bonnefoy_f: Antonio is right, though-you do look a bit like a tomato when your riled *sweet smile*
pomodoro_buono: Shut up, damn it!
bonnefoy_f: *considers this for a moment*
bonnefoy_f: .....you could always shut me up the /fun/ way, mon frere!
pomodoro_buono: I'm not a pervert like you, damn it!
bonnefoy_f: But are Italian's not some of the world's best lovers?
pomodoro_buono: Apparently the stupid people who vote in that thing decided that the Spanish are now the best.
pomodoro_buono: Italians are good, but that doesn't mean I'm doing anything with someone like you!
bonnefoy_f: You don't have to-I'll survive somehow. But what are you waiting for? Go sleep with Antonio immediately, you deserve only the best mon frere!
pomodoro_buono: Don't tell me what to do with my sex life, asshole!
bonnefoy_f: I have only your best interests at heart-really *smiles*
pomodoro_buono: I see =_=
bonnefoy_f: So if you are so adamant about refusing poor Antonio, who are you doing? I can only assume there is someone else?
bonnefoy_f: Don't tell me you are jealous of your brother again...
pomodoro_buono: I didn't say I wasn't doing Antonio, damn it! Why do you have to know?
bonnefoy_f: ....I have you're best interests at heart and only want to make sure mon frere is in a good situation? Per'aps? *looks a bit shifty*
pomodoro_buono: W-what are you suggesting?
bonnefoy_f: Only that I want the best (and most pleasurable) of outcomes for you and Antonio
pomodoro_buono: You're a perverted bastard.
bonnefoy_f: ....it's been said before (usually by that English bastard)
Pairing(s) France, Romano
Rating: PG-13 (Language of course)
Summary: France tries to make Romano admit feelings for Spain, Romano tells him to shut up, etc.
bonnefoy_f = France
pomodoro_buono = S. Italy
Sorry, I'm to lazy to change the screen names... they're pretty obvious anyways...I guess.
bonnefoy_f: Good evening, Romano!
pomodoro_buono: Ciao, bastard.
bonnefoy_f: Is that any way to greet your Nii-chan?
pomodoro_buono: Since when are you my "nii-chan"?
bonnefoy_f: Since forever, mon frere-are you suffering selective memory now?
pomodoro_buono: Since NEVER, damn it! You're the one with the messed up head.
bonnefoy_f: *Francis gives Romano an exaggerated 'I'm hurt' look*
bonnefoy_f: But enough of that, how are you and your adorable brother these days?
pomodoro_buono: Don't look at me like that, bastard!
bonnefoy_f: Like what? *attempts to look innocent*
pomodoro_buono: What are you trying to do? =_=
bonnefoy_f: ....I was doing the gentile thing and inquiring after you and your northern sibling?
bonnefoy_f: I do hope you are both well
pomodoro_buono: We're fine.
bonnefoy_f: Most excellent *grins at you*
pomodoro_buono: *give usual angry look*
bonnefoy_f: Awww, mon frere is too adorable! *reaches for curl*
pomodoro_buono: *smacks hand* Don't touch that, asshole!
bonnefoy_f: Ah, fiesty! *rubs back of hand*
bonnefoy_f: Best leave the fiery ones to Antonio, non?
bonnefoy_f: And how is your paramour, by the way?
pomodoro_buono: W-what's that supposed to mean, damn it?
bonnefoy_f: Have the two of you *still* not managed to get anywhere?
pomodoro_buono: That's none of your business.
bonnefoy_f: *le-sigh*
bonnefoy_f: I keep telling Antonio he needs to start ignoring more personal boundaries....
bonnefoy_f: Are you free tonight?
pomodoro_buono: I guess... why?
bonnefoy_f: Alfred and I are going to a new club near the hotel-Prussia was telling me they have a good DJ and the drinks are tres bon. You should come along with us! And bring Antonio!
pomodoro_buono: Damn it, whatever, I guess.
bonnefoy_f: Ah, parfait!
bonnefoy_f: ....do not look so sour, mon frere.
bonnefoy_f: Per'aps you can dance with Antonio
pomodoro_buono: I'm not going to dance with that bastard, or anyone.
bonnefoy_f: Whyever not? Do not tell me you are still in denial?
pomodoro_buono: Denial of what!?
bonnefoy_f: Of the l'amour between you and Antonio, of course!
pomodoro_buono: There is no "l'amour" between us, damn it! He's a stupid idiot who doesn't understand anything!.
bonnefoy_f: Au contraire! It is obvious to any nation with eyes, mon frere *smirks*
pomodoro_buono: It is NOT obvious, dickface!
bonnefoy_f: *rolls eyes and ruffles Romano's hair* Well, at least I here the weather is nice this time of year, near Egypt's Nile....
pomodoro_buono: DON'T DO THAT, DAMN IT.
pomodoro_buono: Stop trying to make sexual references out of everything!
bonnefoy_f: But I'm the country of l'amour! It's in my nature, mon cher!
bonnefoy_f: I can't help myself!
pomodoro_buono: I don't give a shit.
bonnefoy_f: *France looks shifty*
bonnefoy_f: I maintain that it's not my fault
pomodoro_buono: Whatever, bastard.
bonnefoy_f: Antonio is right, though-you do look a bit like a tomato when your riled *sweet smile*
pomodoro_buono: Shut up, damn it!
bonnefoy_f: *considers this for a moment*
bonnefoy_f: .....you could always shut me up the /fun/ way, mon frere!
pomodoro_buono: I'm not a pervert like you, damn it!
bonnefoy_f: But are Italian's not some of the world's best lovers?
pomodoro_buono: Apparently the stupid people who vote in that thing decided that the Spanish are now the best.
pomodoro_buono: Italians are good, but that doesn't mean I'm doing anything with someone like you!
bonnefoy_f: You don't have to-I'll survive somehow. But what are you waiting for? Go sleep with Antonio immediately, you deserve only the best mon frere!
pomodoro_buono: Don't tell me what to do with my sex life, asshole!
bonnefoy_f: I have only your best interests at heart-really *smiles*
pomodoro_buono: I see =_=
bonnefoy_f: So if you are so adamant about refusing poor Antonio, who are you doing? I can only assume there is someone else?
bonnefoy_f: Don't tell me you are jealous of your brother again...
pomodoro_buono: I didn't say I wasn't doing Antonio, damn it! Why do you have to know?
bonnefoy_f: ....I have you're best interests at heart and only want to make sure mon frere is in a good situation? Per'aps? *looks a bit shifty*
pomodoro_buono: W-what are you suggesting?
bonnefoy_f: Only that I want the best (and most pleasurable) of outcomes for you and Antonio
pomodoro_buono: You're a perverted bastard.
bonnefoy_f: ....it's been said before (usually by that English bastard)