... there's a national US shortage of Eggo Waffles until sometime in 2010. I am devastated. I love Eggo Waffles. And Eggo Waffles commercials.
Enjoy part 82... though it will have no Eggos. :)
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Ahnnnn~
Make me. Oh, make me.
[bites his lip]
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..!
[backhands Canada, very hard, making him stumble / fall (your choice <3)]
Don't touch me!
[quickly moves after him, glares down at him]
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It was you who brainwashed me, wasn't it?
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;A; Be careful Germany! And please stay your normal self this time!
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[tumbles to the ground with a split lip and a livid mark blooming on his cheek]
Oh~
[chest heaves--is awkward in the pants, as it were]
What would you do to me if it were me?
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[hears anon's warning, but ignores it, thinking he can candle this well enough]
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[whispers]
If I did that to you.
Wouldn't that make you furious? Fill you with utter rage? Make you want to purge the world of my existence with your own bare hands--crush my life out with your own strength?
[thrusts up a little, panting harshly]
If I warped your mind, poisoned your thoughts, governed your actions...
Would you not be tempted to respond in kind?
To break me down? Grind me beneath your heel?
Come on, Germany. I know there's a killer lurking right beneath the surface. Let him out to play. Or I promise, prison or no prison, I will do it again.
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So it was you...
[narrows his eyes and grits his teeth in anger]
Oh, I will tell you what I will do with--
[feels Canada thrust up at him; stops, blushes and scrambles to get off of him (but I suppose he'll hold him inplace)]
Let go of me! I swear I will not hold back otherwise!
[is forced to listen to Canada going on, gets all the more furious; feels his hands starting to tremble]
No! You- you won't make me lash out at you. And I am NOT an killer! Sh- shut your mouth!
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[holds on to Germany with all his strength--which he knows wouldn't be quite enough once Ludwig drops the veneer of control]
[rubs against him again, moaning wantonly]
I will corrupt all minds. All bodies. All nations.
They will be one with us.
And you, too. You were magnificent when you were among us. Glorious. Perfect. None will be spared--I will turn Maman myself; she taught me all I know of the pillow arts; it is only appropriate. And Italy, and Prussia will come, once we have you back...
[tilts his head to the side, baring his neck]
You want to stop me.
As you are, you simply cannot.
[presses in closer--all of him, closer]
So change.
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[jerks his body around to get away from Canada, claws at his hands and arms]
A-are you completely insane?!
[tries to raise his hips out of his reach, balancing on his toe tips and his hitting / clawing arms]
Stop making these-- noises!
[tops moving and starts shaking with rage at hearing what Canada's plans are]
SH-SHUT UP! You will turn nobody against their will! You are demented! I will not let you---
[has to listen to the part about France, Italy and Prussia; loses it]
Y-you-- you--
[sees the huge grin on Canada's face, lets his self-control go and smashes his fist into his face, then the other, continues]
You will do no such thing to Italien! A-and neither to Bruder and Frankreich! How could you even think-- she is your own--
[can't go on, overwhelmed by rage, but continues hitting Canada]
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[is punched by roughly 200 lbs of furious ripped German raeg]
[Head snaps back and bounces of the ground with a loud crack]
[Cries out briefly in pain, but the re-educational tool responds favourably--his legs scramble to lock around Germany's waist]
[is punched again--his nose breaks, and red red commie blood spurts over his lips and chin]
[moans softly, but continues to smile around an increasingly more damaged mouth, rutting up against Germany like his brain's mixed up what hurts and what feels good]
[Germany's fists smash into him again and again.]
y-yes... That's it... Come on...
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You will not touch any of them, understand?! I won't let you, you-- filth!
[lands another hit, but stops as Canada's legs lock around his waist and he starts rubbing / pushing against him; starts trying to pry him off instead]
Let go, you goddamned lunatic!
[looks down at his bloody, broken face]
L-let go...
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Oh... oh Gott... Kanada? Kanada?!
[pales; reaches out with a trembling hand to remove the smashed glasses, still haphazardly attempting to get Canada's legs off of him at the same time]
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