* The next morning, he releases them *
Germany: Danke Gott Britanien! Polen sang plumber songs all night long. Und mein grandwater liked it!
Great Britain: Your very welcome, Germany. Poland old chap is such a great singer and the Grimm fairy tales really worked on my son!
Germany: No problem Britanien. Also trust Ich. Polens' songs get very annoying from a point.
Great Britain: Germany be nice and tolerant.
Germany: Uhhh... Ich is trying....
Great Britain: Please Germany....he likes to sing.
Germany: Do you have some ear muffs for mich? At least that will help mich be nicer to him.
Germany: Danke Britanien. How is Sealand?
Great Britain: He's good and he cried last night.
Germany: That is wy the story worked. It makes children cry.
*in the back of the group Russia and Italy are talking...*
Italy: I heard the bambino, Sealand is crying last a night.
Russia: Really? o_O Я don't even remember what Я did last night....
Italy: I a heard him crying and screaming after his Papa read a him some dark fairy tales.
Russia: These are effects after Ghermanias' original stories. Я is glad that he changed them.
Italy: Im a happy too are you?
Russia: Да. But honestly, how much did Я drink last night? Я don't remember anything from it.
taly: You a should lay off the a vodka Russia.
Russia: Нет! Vodka is pure slavic culture!
Italy: Fine a Russia.
* Reichtangle comes in *
Reichtangle: Hallo! Any news about Polen?
Italy: He has a been a singing last a night.
Reichtangle: Ich know that. Ich was singing wit him but Ich can't find him anymore now.
* Poland pops in *
Poland: Here I am and good morning!
Reichtangle: *pick Poland and puts him on his back.* Guten tag little guy! Where were you? Ich was getting worried.
Poland: I was getting some coffee Niemcy and then I couldn't find you.
Reichtangle: Ich was searching for you everywhere. Look like Ich didn't bother to check ze coffee place.
Poland: They have good coffee there and I'm sorry that I worried you.
Reichtangle: It's no problem Polen.*getting a little bit jealous* Let's go toghter get a capucino.
Poland: Sure lets go.
* The 2 go *
*Back to Italy and Russia*
Italy: Do you a feel something-a weird in this?
Russia: No I don't I have this crave for vodka.
Italy: I'm a not talking about that.
Russia: Then what?
Italy: It's a Polonia and Germania. The way they are acting is a creeping me out since they a came in the basement.
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FanfictionThis is a story made in a roleplay in collaboration with a deviant art user. Link to her profile: http://princessofvernon.deviantart.com/ Disclaimer: 1.We made this story to have fun at the start, but we got rather serious and dramatic later on. I...
