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[kenntihrmeinefarben]

Y'know, we've gone over this before, mun. You're not awesome enough. You weren't awesome enough the first time and you aren't this time.

Though, I guess you get some credit for being a stubborn, idiotic fool. Not much, but some.

Seriously, I was fine by my awesome self, you do not have to drag me out for a-- a play date.

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[beautifulbaguette]

Trouble with your mun, cherí? Hmm... perhaps you ought to give them a bit of incouragement instead of cruel words. That is how I trained mine.

[kenntihrmeinefarben]

Tch- I don't think this one is trainable. And they aren't cruel words, just the truth I mean, no one is as awesome as me and it doesn't hurt to point it out.

[beautifulbaguette]

You might be surprised! My mun was as classless as they come when she first took an interest in me, and now.... Ah. Well, she is still classless. But she is an American, so I do not believe that can be helped. I have convinced her to start studying wine, at least; and that is a start.

My point is that your mun will never be as awesome as you, just as mine will never be able to match my classiness. But that does not mean the two of you cannot work together!

[Classiness. Yes. That is what they call it when you run around naked in cat ears, groping random people. B/]


((ooc: encouragement. wow, how do I English.))

[kenntihrmeinefarben]

...well, she does drink the good beer, that's kind of a start. But-

[Give him a second, he'll come up with an argument for arguments sake.

Or sulk a little bit and lean on you.] But I don't want to work with her. She'd get along better with West.

[Yeah, he might say that like it's an insult. A little one.]

[beautifulbaguette]

Oui, you must start with the little things. Eventually, your relationship will grow from there.

[Listen to Big Brother. He knows what he's talking about.

Also, encouragement. Now he is slipping an arm around Prussia's shoulders.]

If it is any consolation, my mun is a better match for Angleterre. He has always been her favourite...

[Haughty sniff. Yep. Jealous of the other muses in his headspace.] She has even started embroidering....

[kenntihrmeinefarben]

[Prussia just snorts. Right.

And there are things that he will listen to France about. Just... possibly not this. Then again, he might just like whining because it irritates the mun.

There's a sigh as Prussia's head dropped back against France's shoulder.]

Man, that must suck. And embroidering? What? Tell her to like... not. No one likes Eyebrows that much. No one.