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[pasodoble]

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[vertulpen]

[Somebody's been to the flower shop. He's got a real armful; one arm, to be exact, as the other is still braced and he can't really move it. But he's going to bump shoulders with you, Spain.]

1/2

[pasodoble]

( ( Why, man? Spain was totally minding his own business when Netherlands ran into him. ) )

Ah, sorry--

[pasodoble]

Ay, Holanda! Watch where you're going!

[vertulpen]

. . . you?

Maybe you were in the way.

[pasodoble]

Then you should say, "excuse me!" You have manners, don't you?

[vertulpen]

[Just a frown. He's not really in a mood to argue.]

[pasodoble]

( ( Poking Netherlands' chest. ) )

I ( ( poke ) ) don't ( ( poke, poke ) ) hear you.

[vertulpen]

[Ugh if he had two functioning arms he'd get you, Spain. Instead he just edges away some.]

Are you trying to outdo yourself?

[pasodoble]

Hm? What do you mean?

[vertulpen]

[He leans closer; there was never a time he wasn't glad to be taller than Spain. Netherlands scowls down.]

By being more annoying each time I see you.

[pasodoble]

( ( Standing up straighter and trying to seem taller. ) )

No, you're just easily annoyed by everything.

[vertulpen]

How would you know.

[Closer even; how do you make his mood go south so fast.]

[pasodoble]

Because I do! And Belgica agrees with me.

[vertulpen]

Good thing what you think doesn't matter.

[Hmph.]

[pasodoble]

What about what Belgica says?

[vertulpen]

[Always effortlessly plucking at his nerves. . .and that strikes one well.]

She wouldn't know any better.