The page was dedicated entirely to one french kiss. France was eating England's face off.


(I could make this so much more explicit, but this is a kid's site.)

"Little brother." the boy said, staring up at Scotland. "I remember when you were younger. Not very helpful, you were."

He crossed his arms, "Who the heck are you again?"

The page was dedicated entirely to one french kiss. France was eating England's face off.

She let out a small squeak and quickly stuffed it back, face bright red.

Germany looked at her with undisguised interest. "Anyway, you've been captured here for a reason."

I squirmed under his gaze, I didn't like the attention so I asked heatedly "And what reason is that?"

"Norman Empire, but also known as Normandy." the boy said. "You don't recognise me.... do you?"

"Nah, do you have a cig?"

In her rush to put the demonic-book back on the shelf, the bookcase tipped, sending its contents falling on to Taithlon. Thankfully, the bookcase itself didn't fall over.

((I feel like that was purposeful revenge))

Taithlon pushed up, completely flustered and embarrassed. She wished she would melt.