Re: Mona Lisa Stolen - France Flips (5 of?)
anonymous
January 5 2010, 02:08:41 UTC
Everyone froze, except for the two ladies who took their cue to leave (they weren‘t going to get anything out of the powerful man now), and the museum employee who rolled his eyes at France for saying what he said not to long ago.
“Wha?!” Italy looked and finally saw the Mona Lisa no longer hanging in its proper place. “Oh no! This is terrible, brother!”
“Yes.” England nervously spoke up. He hoped this would work… “I mean…The Mona Lisa was done by a famous Italian painter.”
“Yeah. Leo painted it…” Italy remembered.
“Absolute travesty it was stolen…” England continued with more confidence. “Then again…you would know about stolen paintings…Right?” His voice stretched. “Italy?”
Italy patted his fist in his palm. “You’re right: I do! Big Brother France took a lot of my paintings from me. Ah,” he looked over, his large bulky coat, he wore in the hot summer weather, swishing in the process, to France, whose dull gazed now fell upon Italy, “but now that France knows how it feels to have a painting stolen from him, maybe he could return my paintings?”
Italy‘s shrilled screams filled the museum as France attacked him.
“Well, I’m off.” England briskly walked away from the carnage.
“Haha! Where do you think you’re going?” Spain asked plainly and gave chase.
“Like omigod, Italy! Wait here!” As if Italy had any choice with France holding him down and ripping off his clothes. “I’m gonna get help!” and Poland ran to find someone to help him save his old pal from the terrifying France.
“You stole it! Didn’t you?!” France yelled as he searched through Italy’s torn clothes. “Didn’t you?! Didn’t you?!”
“Ahhh! No, brother, I didn’t!” Italy cried.
“Don’t lie to me! I know you did! Where is it?! Where is it?! Where is it!?”
“Ow! Ow! Brother, you’re hurting me!”
“Mr. France, sir!” The museum employee spoke up. “Please, stop! There are children present!” He pointed to a group of school children, who had the misfortune of arriving at that moment.
“Children, cover your eyes!” Shouted their teacher.
Soon Italy was completely naked, tattered clothing laying everywhere, yet no painting was to be found.
“S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-see, brother?” Italy’s tears laid in puddle. “N-n-n-n-n…I-I-I-I-I-I didn’t s-s-s-s-s-steal it.”
“He’s right, Mr. France, sir.” The museum employee said after he checked the rags. “It’s not here and there’s no where else he could be hiding it.”
“No where else, huh?” France darkly asked looking down at the shivering Italian. “Absolutely no where at all?” Italy saw where France gaze went and instantly brought his legs together.
“Mr. France, sir, I don’t under…oh no!” The employee grabbed France from behind. Italy didn’t even need his cues to escape. He ran as fast as he could, crying all the way.
“Get back here!” France yelled at the top of his lungs and, with a burst of strength, force the employee off him. “You won’t get away!” He screamed as he bolted after Italy.
“Wha?!” Italy looked and finally saw the Mona Lisa no longer hanging in its proper place. “Oh no! This is terrible, brother!”
“Yes.” England nervously spoke up. He hoped this would work… “I mean…The Mona Lisa was done by a famous Italian painter.”
“Yeah. Leo painted it…” Italy remembered.
“Absolute travesty it was stolen…” England continued with more confidence. “Then again…you would know about stolen paintings…Right?” His voice stretched. “Italy?”
Italy patted his fist in his palm. “You’re right: I do! Big Brother France took a lot of my paintings from me. Ah,” he looked over, his large bulky coat, he wore in the hot summer weather, swishing in the process, to France, whose dull gazed now fell upon Italy, “but now that France knows how it feels to have a painting stolen from him, maybe he could return my paintings?”
Italy‘s shrilled screams filled the museum as France attacked him.
“Well, I’m off.” England briskly walked away from the carnage.
“Haha! Where do you think you’re going?” Spain asked plainly and gave chase.
“Like omigod, Italy! Wait here!” As if Italy had any choice with France holding him down and ripping off his clothes. “I’m gonna get help!” and Poland ran to find someone to help him save his old pal from the terrifying France.
“You stole it! Didn’t you?!” France yelled as he searched through Italy’s torn clothes. “Didn’t you?! Didn’t you?!”
“Ahhh! No, brother, I didn’t!” Italy cried.
“Don’t lie to me! I know you did! Where is it?! Where is it?! Where is it!?”
“Ow! Ow! Brother, you’re hurting me!”
“Mr. France, sir!” The museum employee spoke up. “Please, stop! There are children present!” He pointed to a group of school children, who had the misfortune of arriving at that moment.
“Children, cover your eyes!” Shouted their teacher.
Soon Italy was completely naked, tattered clothing laying everywhere, yet no painting was to be found.
“S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-see, brother?” Italy’s tears laid in puddle. “N-n-n-n-n…I-I-I-I-I-I didn’t s-s-s-s-s-steal it.”
“He’s right, Mr. France, sir.” The museum employee said after he checked the rags. “It’s not here and there’s no where else he could be hiding it.”
“No where else, huh?” France darkly asked looking down at the shivering Italian. “Absolutely no where at all?” Italy saw where France gaze went and instantly brought his legs together.
“Mr. France, sir, I don’t under…oh no!” The employee grabbed France from behind. Italy didn’t even need his cues to escape. He ran as fast as he could, crying all the way.
“Get back here!” France yelled at the top of his lungs and, with a burst of strength, force the employee off him. “You won’t get away!” He screamed as he bolted after Italy.
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