USA: In Your Opinion, What Is The Height Of Stupidity?

USA: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

France: Britain, how tall are you?

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USA: France, your hand is on my ass.

France: Oh sorry, it was an accident.

USA: ...

USA: Your hand is still on my ass.

France: It’s still an accident.

My #1 Moomin headcanon: Little My pretends to sleep whenever she hears anything stupid so that she doesn’t have to actually give a response, but often fails as she can’t help giving an attitude.

Do you have any prompts where Person A acts all flirty and suave towards Person B but once Person B reciprocates the flirting and such, Person A kind of shuts down and gets really, really flustered?

1. "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

"No, cause thankfully I landed right in your arms."

"O-oh.. I uhm.. oh"

2. "So are we just going to keep play flirting or do you actually want to do something?"

"I- uh. Sorry I have. Can I get back to you on that? I have to uhm, I have to go. Somewhere. Okay. Bye."

3. "How is the most beautiful person in the world today?"

"I don't know, how are you doing?"

"Great. Great. Wonderful, thank you. I have to leave now. goodbye"

Sometimes Britain would see the ghost of his oldest colony.

He would mock Britain’s state, make an absentminded comment about his successor or remind him of things he wants to forget.

But most of the time the blond man would just sit on his couch, idly reading the newspaper. He is still so beautiful with porcelain skin, alluring blue eyes and a river of gold flowing from his neck to the red carpeted floor. But something seems wrong. It’s probably the unrealistic peacefulness he gives him, or the cold air that sends a shiver down his spine. Could be the halo of thirteen stars glowing on his head, too.

America would glance at Britain just to turn his gaze back to whatever colorless news he was reading and the older nation can’t get his eyes off the other. He doesn’t even blink, as he feels like if he does, the Thirteen Colonies will be gone. The Thirteen Colonies of Great Britain will be gone.

But then his sweet boy would put the damned newspaper down and make his way to the kitchen. He would come back with a cup of tea that has the smell and taste Britain had always missed, hand it to him and smile - a smile with such tenderness and understanding that anyone will kill and die for it.

“How was your day, darling?”

And once again, Britain rules the world.