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Post by Russia on Oct 9, 2012 19:47:08 GMT -5
Russia watched as America tried to focus himself, oddly amused by the way he seemed to be confused by the very idea that Russia had believed America was pregnant. Well, if America didn't want people thinking that, then he would act like he was. It was very simple.
“I'm a man. Men can't get pregnant.”
Still holding his portion of the shattered wood from the table they'd destroyed, Russia just shrugged before readjusting his grip on the wood. This was true, maybe, but there were days where he had to wonder if America was a man. America would be a kind of funny-looking woman though, now that he thought about it. Not exactly unappealing, but still funny-looking.
Tilting his head to the side, Russia tried to imagine what America would look like as a woman, or even a pregnant woman. Round in the chest and hips, narrow in the waist with delicate facial features... Maybe still with those silly glasses. A lady America would indeed be quite pretty. Maybe if she was a pretty lady, they wouldn't have argued so much and could have even been on good terms and gone on dates and had a fami--No. He shifted the wood in his arms to slap himself across the cheek before returning to his previous posture and acting as though nothing happened. Gross. America was still America, pretty lady or not.
“And I don't have mood swings, either! If there was someone I wanted beaten up, you can be damn sure I'd do it myself.”
"Is that why you puncht me earlier?" he asked, head still tilted to the side as he smiled. The remaining ache in his cheek throbbed slightly at the thought of remembering back to the fight that broke the table in the first place. "Because I am not beink the father." |
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