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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.]

[pasodoble]

I don't know. . . she's a smart girl, you know.

[vertulpen]

Of course I know.

[So naturally he doesn't understand why she likes you so much, Spain.]

So what are you doing?

[pasodoble]

I was going to make breakfast but I had to get some things . . . ( ( Nevermind it's almost noon. ) )

[vertulpen]

It isn't even breakfast time anymore.

[He'll be so quick to point that out.]

[pasodoble]

Not if you haven't had breakfast.

[vertulpen]

Then it stops being breakfast.

[Ugh he just wants to argue with you all day, Spain. Everything you say is stupid and wrong.]

[pasodoble]

It's never too late for breakfast, Holanda.

[vertulpen]

[He's just getting more annoyed; his arm hurts too.]

You always do whatever dumb thing you want anyway.

[pasodoble]

And you always take away fun from everything! You've never had a late breakfast before?

[vertulpen]

[It isn't even about the breakfast; he hates it here and you're just the same idiot as you always were. Can't Spain tell that there's something real wrong with this place. Granted, he was walking around as if he lived here as well, shopping even. What else could they do. . .]

I'm done.

[Yes, he did just give up on an argument.]

[pasodoble]

Hm? With what?

[vertulpen]

[Huff. Ignoring Spain again.]

[pasodoble]

( ( Poking at Netherlands' chest ) )

What's wrong, Holanda? You're being more miserable than usual.

[vertulpen]

Don't touch me.

[pasodoble]

You didn't answer my question.