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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on May 6, 2014 11:11:45 GMT -5
"Ja! V'hat ze Hölle else do you think that v'e v'ould do Einsiedler?" >D Prussia said with a grin as he looked out from behind the Spaniard.
*hell
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Post by Vash Zwingli on May 6, 2014 11:37:50 GMT -5
Instead of answering the stupid question, Switzerland just flipped the table the two were hiding behind. Said table then, just 'happened' to catch Prussia in his 'Awesome' face.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on May 6, 2014 11:55:55 GMT -5
Prussia didn't even get time enough to move his Awesome head before the table made contact with his now, less then awesome face.
"MEIN GOOOTT!" He was able to yell out as the table flung the Prussian backwards.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on May 6, 2014 17:25:55 GMT -5
Quickly ducking and covering his head, Spain smiles to himself. It was good to be back. "Ha! Missed me, Suiza!"
((this is the 666th post in the meeting area folder))
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Post by Vash Zwingli on May 8, 2014 11:44:18 GMT -5
(Ash wanted me to abuse Gilbert a little keskeskeskeskes)
Paying no mind to Spain's comment, Switzerland looked down at the German man on the floor. "Preußen, how ze Hölle is it z'hat Spanien can dodge twice but zou can barely avoid taking a table to zour 'Awesome' face..." He said, crossing his arms, gun still in hand. "Zou've been slacking off from training again, haven't zou?!"
*you know these by now, I V'ILL NOT TRANSLATE
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on May 8, 2014 13:16:52 GMT -5
"El matador puede esquivar cualquier cosa!" Said Spain proudly as he got to his feet, bowing with a flourish. "As for Prusia... Remember, when I was in el plaza de toros as el torero maestro, Prusia was being beaten by Srta. Hungría!"
*The bullfighter can dodge anything! **the bullring ***the master bullfighter ((wow spain r00d))
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on May 8, 2014 17:18:34 GMT -5
Prussia just stayed on the floor as they talked about his decreasingly Awesome-German made pride. Okay, so maybe he will admit, to just himself of course, that he kind of let him self go with Germany not being around to push the training. Yet, that's not the part that hurt his manly Awesome German pride, as he lay against the wall half under the table. The part that made him slide down the wall further, thus underneath the said table more, was the part about the Hungarian. *Prussia: Shudder, Shudder* He just hoped that the Spaniard wouldn't elaborate in further detail about the event. After, about, one too many hits in the head with a certain frying pan the Awesome Prussian really can't remember most of it, except the She-Devil yelling... and yelling, and maybe that is a good thing. ((That. Is... A lot of post. ; )) (((Pfft! This Friendship of all of theirs is just too Awesome to be contained by just one emotion... it must Use Them ALLL!!! *shot*)))
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Post by Vash Zwingli on May 8, 2014 18:31:19 GMT -5
"Zou think just because Deutschland isn't here, zhat zou can just 'forget' about zour training again?" Switzerland remembered the many times Urgarn had to take her frying pan to the Prussian's skull. To be honest, he'd just about lost count. It was almost hard to believe the German man under the table was once one of the Great Prussian Jäger. He was better at fighting then Österreich at least...
"Stop hiding under tables, Preußen." He sighed, returning the gun to his belt. "Zou're a Deutsch, not Französisch Mann..."
*Hungary **Hunter(s) ***Austria ****French man ((so harsh...tis friendship...))
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Post by Laramie L. Williams on May 17, 2014 11:15:00 GMT -5
Having forgotten his photo book in the meeting room, Ottawa decided to retrieve it today so he could work on it some more. Noticing the door was already open, he peeked in to see Switzerland and Spain talking about Prussia while said Prussian was under one of the tables. The other had practically been knocked across the room somehow.
"Maybe...my livre can wait just a little bit longer... 0v 0;" He whispered to Zima as he inched away from the room ever so carefully and slowly.
*book
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jul 26, 2015 14:47:34 GMT -5
Francis appeared behind Laramie, pulling him in. "Non! Come with Papa ma petite feuille d'érable~"
*my little maple leaf
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 28, 2015 2:46:52 GMT -5
((HOLY SH*T FRANCE YOURE BACK GO TO SWITZERLANDS HOUSE AND HELP US ANNOY HIM /SHOT))
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jul 28, 2015 13:53:13 GMT -5
(( hey. ha alright just dont get me shot in the face lol ))
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Post by Vash Zwingli on Jul 28, 2015 17:01:23 GMT -5
((I'll be sure not to shoot you in the face...))
"Et donc, le dernier des trois apparaît enfin." Vash muttered mostly to himself seeing the Frenchman arrive with the young Canadian capital in tow.
*'and so, the last of the three finally appears'
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Post by Laramie L. Williams on Jul 29, 2015 17:42:48 GMT -5
"Mais père...!" Laramie started, but was dragged into the room by his brother/father before he could finish. Even the young polar bear he was carrying didn't have time for the usual 'who are you?'.
*but father
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Jul 30, 2015 7:57:25 GMT -5
"Laramie! Hola, mi amigo!" He waves before coming over to drag him in as well. "Come inside!"
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