Of all things mad here || voicetesting

[sweetascyanide]

Hmm~? what's that, love~?

You shouldn't listen to the silly people telling you that. They only call me that because they haven't met me yet. I'm really not so bad as she makes me seem.

I like to believe i'm quite pleasant, I must say. I'm a simple chap who loves to bake, so I really don't understand what the problem is.

[ A beat. Then another. ]

...Just to those who insult my cooking, pet. It's not my fault if some of them just cannot handle their poisons. Such weak stomachs, really. ♥

They did deserve it, after all.

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[fatherofgods]

Of course I do love. You should visit moi, and I cook lots of good food for you, as long as you do not mess with my kitchen.

[He was happy to invite England. He never saw him so decent. He was never this calm towards France... EVER.]

I'm glad to hear it. But you might have to change my current address, cause I no longer live in that shabby old house I used to live in.

[sweetascyanide]

[ He nods in agreement up until he hears those words to which he pauses, blinking pink and blue eyes owlishly. ]

Ah? Just why on earth would you say that? I don't understand why you'd not let me into your kitchen...

[ A headtilt. He really doesn't get it. ]

You don't...? Goodness, have you moved again...?

[fatherofgods]

That's because everything is brand new, and I don't want anyone to touch it just yet. A certain god of war messed with it last time, and destroyed everything. I am very sad.

And, oui. I have moved to a mountain.

[sweetascyanide]

...God of...war? A mountain?

France, love. Really. You're not making any sense! Why are you living on a mountain?

[fatherofgods]

Because I am a God~

[He blows kisses at Angleterre]