dear_mun | This Devil wants his own post. And so he gets it.

Oi, Munny. Stop being sad. Stop it. STOP. IT. NO BEING SAD. Youuuuuu are not allowed to be sad! Okay? OKAY? SHUSH. No tears. TEARS ARE BAD! Munnies who cry do not get cake. It will not work this time. No. It will not work.

[See SweetDevil!England trying to frown with disapproval. Try being the keyword as he stuffs his mouth with a big forkful of sweet, gooey chocolate cake. His Mun just gave him a big one because he's mentioned that he's running out. A cake-hungry Devil is a troublesome Devil.]

You are ruining my cake time and you just gave me this cake to enjoy. I am not enjoying it. No being sad.

[But he still keeps on eating, even as he eyes his Mun. This Devil, what a glutton.]

We will talk about something else, yes? Like changes as you said. I do not agree. I think I'm fine as I am. Demons are all different, like human people are, so I think I'll stay as I am, thanks. I like my room with the stars and the sky and my stuffed friends and lots of cake... [He seems to want to say more, but again he's distracted by the cake he's eating. Devil licks his lips. It is a very, very good cake.] And if I do not like to fuck then I don't. Is it strange? Maybe. [He hums softly as he thoughtfully eats another bite, wide green eyes to the ceiling as he childishly kicks his feet under the table and his tail swings idly from side to side.] 'Been a while since the last orgy... [Shrugs.] 'Don't really care...

[He pauses, pushing bits of cake around with his fork as he looks down at it all.]

You are making me sad, Munny. You should stop. I don't like being sad. It makes me eat too much. [And then a grin like quicksilver, flashing with fangs, and a bright giggle.] But I like to eat a lot anyways! What bullocks! You are silly, Munny! Eat cake and be merry, yes? We have some more, so you eat and eat a lot until you are fat! Fit for a witch's dinner. Or Jersey's.

[Another giggle, perhaps brighter but more demented than the last.]

You'll have more to be crying about then, eh?

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[thinking of America as a boyfriend just kind of. squicks him out. but he keeps those opinions to himself. let's steer the conversation away from that, and the Revolution. because he doesn't like thinking about that either. England doesn't like thinking about a lot of things!]

You shouldn't have a pet if you neglect it.

I don't neglect him~ [The Devil actually pouts, offended. His tail waves lazily for a moment before one end rests between his hands and fingers and the Devil idly fingers it.]

But his boyfriend says he'll blow my brains right out if I come too close~ 'Thinks I'm a bad influence, he does. [That thought actually amuses him and it shows.]

[.......he wants a tail. that thing is damn sexy. just imagine all the things he could do with it]

Wait... this is your dog?

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[There are a lot you can do with it.]

My Puppy~

[should he conjure one up??? alas, it might freak Prussia out]

Right, your puppy. And he has a boyfriend? With a gun?

[Maybe? Though at least it's better now that he's not quite so sunk in being some kind of Knight of the Lord?]

Yes. And a sword. And a quick temper.

[still magic is magic, at least to Prussia...]

I... Wait. [so confused. that Devil is being vague on purpose, isn't he? let England think] Your puppy isn't really a puppy, is it?

[Well, Prussia was never really well-educated in the more subtle craft of magic and withcraft.]

No. He is America. [Keep up, England!] But he is cute like one!

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[facepalm]

Alright, so you have that Jersey fellow, who is your boyfriend. And then there is another America, whom you call a puppy, and he also has a boyfriend... [okay, he's following along]

Yes!

[Good England! You get another slice of cake.]

[he hasn't even finished the first slice yet!]

...You shouldn't call people puppies. It's degrading. [not to mention confusing to outsiders]

[Booo! Too slow!]

But he's my puppy.

[No one ever said talking to the Devil has to make sense.]

He's not a puppy. He's America.

He's that too.

[okay... obviously, he's not going to get through to Devil. he sighs. still, he thinks it's rude to call people animals. he'll just eat his cake quietly so that he can go]

[Pokes England with the tip of his tail.]

Oi.

[hgdfjk that cool tail! he grabs it]

What.

[Squeaks!]

Be gentle!

[tugtug... but then he lets go and stands up]

Thank you for the cake, little Devil.

You are welcome.

[The Devil watches him stand up.]

You are going?

I think it's about time. [because what do we have in common other than our faces]

[He looks at England for a long moment before he smiles and waves. He supposes the other would have to leave eventually ~~not as if a lot of people stick around him anyway.~~]

All right, then! Take care~

[~~okay well maybe they have THAT in common~~ though England is surprised. he picks up his hat]

Good luck. I'm sure our paths will cross again soon.

[~~He's a rather eccentric demon. That's his excuse.~~ The Devil nods.]

Yes! Eventually! See you~

[he gives the Devil a nod and, at that moment, he feels a tad guilty for making his exit. he's still very confused about the whole matter. it's weird!

well, back to the war! off he goes]

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