Ulqi-chan

England: Do it if you will. They'll just grow back. I'd know. I've tried to get rid of them several ways.

America: Like that guy's beard in that one movie!

Me: I don't mind them, Iggy-kun.

Germany: ... O///O

Germany: A-ah, I'm not exactly sure... O///O

Italy: Ve~ I'm not sure either. He's always had it that way...

England: Yes. I know. Sad, isn't it?

Russia: *disappears*

America: Man am I glad I didn't inherit the eyebrows.

England: You're not even my real brother.

America: Australia isn't either, and he has the eyebrows.

England: ...Good point.

Stevenyan: Nya~ *flies off in search of Steves and hair gel*

England: Aww, they're back already?

Me: It's ok, I think you look beautiful with them.

England: O///O

Russia: That cat is cute, da?

Sealand: Hey, Jerk England! I'm leaving!

Me: You do that... Jerk Sealand.

Germany: Danke.

Me: NYUUUUUUUUU

England: *casts spell*

Stevenyan: *noms England's hair*

England: It didn't work!

Russia: *pops out of nowhere* You called?

America: AHH COMMIE

Me: AMERICA SHUT UP THE SOVIET UNION DOESN'T EXIST ANYMORE

England: Hmm. *tries and fails to pull Stevenyan off*

Me: AAAGH NO IGGY'S BEAUTIFUL HAIR

Stevenyan: *becomes bored with England's hair and starts on his eyebrows*

Me: Well that's not as bad.

England: That kind of tickles. Maybe they'll stay off this time.

Russia: This is crazy, da? ^J^

Stevenyan: Nya~
*flies towards Germany* *om nom*

Germany: Vhat ze hell

Italy: Ve~! Kitty~! *hugs*

Stevenyan: *is still nomming Germany's hair*
*spits out*

Germany: *hair is ruffled* It licked all the gel out...

Me: Ummmm...

England: Er... *insert magic here* There! That should do it!

*all nyan cats disappear except for one which flies to Marik*

Stevenyan: Nya~?

Germany: *tries* Hmm. Vell, I guess it's not too bad.

Me: *watches the page be covered with nyan cats*

*Sniffles*
*keepps nooming yout hair*

*Sniffles*
*eats your hair*

had you seen my previous comment? just checking is all

..*hugs you through the internet*

Me: That's the idea~!

Germany: Vhat ze hell is it with you Americans and blue cake?

Germany: Nien.
Italy: Ve~ No thank you~
Me: ...Well, would you eat a blue cake? (I would! It's cake!)
England:... England-kun?

PLease post in GHaBS

Me: ... Nobody accepts the awesomeness of British food. Gawd.

England: ..........

Me: His name is Arthur Kirkland. Er, England-kun? Know any Steves?

England:..... England-kun?

America: *stands up*You could have a hamburger...

Me: America. He's Egyptian. I doubt he likes hamburgers.

America: D:

Me: If this makes you happy, I do believe in aliens.

America: Yaay :D

Me: Aliens you've never heard of.

America: Can I meet these guys?

Me: They'll try to kill you.

America: Aww D:

Me: It's not his hair, it's his personality.

England: He's a bloody pervert.

Me: Not to mention he hates England here, who is obviously the best country.

England: I think we're going to get along.

America: DON'T TRY THE SCONES! THEY'RE TERIBBLE!

Me: I doubt they're that bad. *tries one*

America: *enters room* Oh crap she ate one. Somebody get a hamburger to get the taste out of her mouth.

Me: Hmm. They could stand to not be cooked this long.

America: HOLY CRAP AN AMERICAN WHO LIKES ENGLISH FOOD

Me: And hates hamburgers. God those things taste horrible.

America: ... *faints*

England: Oh good you shut him up.

Italy: Maybe Marik is... ANCIENT EGYPT! (da na NAA~!)

Germany: I highly doubt that Marik has been alive for thousands of years.

Me: Ulqi's right. We should listen to America for once.*goes in*

Italy: Ve~! Okay~!*goes, or rather skips in*

Germany: Ja. *enters*

England: Ita-Feliciano? Ludwig? Why are you two here?

Sealand: Er, Jerk England? The Marik egyptian guy, the Ulqi gal, and the France-hair girl already know.

Me: Yeah we d- FRANCE HAIR?! MY HARE IS A LOT MORE CURLY THAN THAT FROG'S!! SEALAND, YOU TAKE THAT BACK OR I'M GOING TO TORNADO KICK YOU!!

Sealand: Okay, okay. Jeez. What's a tornado kick?

Me: This.*moves somewhere where she can't break anything, then demonstrates*

Sealand: ...I'm scared now.

((Yea my hair is actually that curly. Natually. And blond. And yes, I can do a tornado kick.))

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... Dammit, now I want some OJ, and I can't find any.

I'll start the form. I don't which part of the mask to crack. ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)

Germany: Don't call me a Nazi. You have no idea how mean Hitler was.

Italy: Mussolini wasn't that nice either. There's a reason we hanged him.

Sealand: Mister funny Egyptian guy! Yeah! We're nations, desu yo! We kinda represent the country we're named after!

Me: Which means England and France fight each other! And America hates Russia! Etc.!

Sealand: But I'm a micronation, desu yo!

England: *from inside* That's because you're just a little ship thing that nobody bloody cares about! I don't even know what you are and I'm your older brother!

Me: It's kinda the stereotypes of what people from that country are like. For ex-

America: *from inside* HEY YOU GUYS*munch* SHOULD COME IN! *om nom*

Me:-America interrupts people and talks with his mouth full. And England is-

Sealand: A total jerk!

Me: YOU NEED TO *bleep*ING SHUT UP.