[Whaaaaaaat. That was surely waste of good food! Even if it's not his food to start with.]
[He barely dodges and takes a defensive pose, struggling with the urge of just grabbing his gun and getting this done with.] Don't do that again, Italy! I'm warning you, so don't complain later!
[Aaand... she'd probably grab it, take a bit and compliment with you in another moment... but we're having a fight, that's why she theatrically jumps on the left hiding behind a table.]
toma Attack! [Because she's very fond on dairy industry as well. Don't mind her too much while she attacks you with small cubes of her (smelly) cheese.]
[He is not going to be less, so he quickly scans their "battlefield" in search of a more... durable weapon. Aha! Pans and other implements -- they'll be useful.]
Don't get in the way of my weapon!
[That weapon? A big frying pan that he uses to block the Toma you threw at him. And not only that, but he takes a leaf outta Roger Federer's mags and uses it as a racket, hurling the cheese cubes back at you.]
[Oh? You're using heavy weapons now, are they really permitted? Well, she'll do the same then.]
TCH!
[She crouches and covers her face like she really nees to protect herself from Switzerland's counter-attack.] ... [And she grabs a dipper, holding it like a sword and taking a defensive pose.] I challenge you to a duel, then! [It's strange to admit but she's really having fun with him.]
[All is fair in love and war, and Swiss is a combat pragmatist. Anything should be used to win this fast. So he steps in with his pan, eyebrows raised and unwilling to admit that it's kinds fun for him too.]
This is ridiculous, but let's get this done. And now.
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A super bowl filled with spaghetti and sauce is aiming now at your head.
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[He barely dodges and takes a defensive pose, struggling with the urge of just grabbing his gun and getting this done with.] Don't do that again, Italy! I'm warning you, so don't complain later!
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Oh? My dearest neighbour is too scared to enjoy a good food battle? [Beware the little Italy, she got weapons and she's not afraid of use them]
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Don't say I didn't warn you.
[And a big Zopf bread goes flying to you.]
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Oh, but you're the one who's going to lose!
[Aaand... she'd probably grab it, take a bit and compliment with you in another moment... but we're having a fight, that's why she theatrically jumps on the left hiding behind a table.]
toma Attack! [Because she's very fond on dairy industry as well. Don't mind her too much while she attacks you with small cubes of her (smelly) cheese.]
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Don't get in the way of my weapon!
[That weapon? A big frying pan that he uses to block the Toma you threw at him. And not only that, but he takes a leaf outta Roger Federer's mags and uses it as a racket, hurling the cheese cubes back at you.]
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TCH!
[She crouches and covers her face like she really nees to protect herself from Switzerland's counter-attack.] ... [And she grabs a dipper, holding it like a sword and taking a defensive pose.] I challenge you to a duel, then! [It's strange to admit but she's really having fun with him.]
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This is ridiculous, but let's get this done. And now.
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