Post by [x] Slovenia on Oct 11, 2012 23:43:32 GMT -5
Scoffing at his tone the tough Slovenian rolled her eyes. She had faced far worse than the likes of him and was not intimidated nor affected by some sarcasm. She got enough of it from Slovakia whenever she saw him so it really wasn't anything she wasn't use to.
She rolled her eyes. Fine then leave for all she cared. No skin off her nose whatsoever.
"Please don't leave England!" She looked up as Czech ran to the brit and threw her arms around him making her shake her head while holding it in her hand. That sister of her's was so clingy.
“And I’m sure that Slovenia is sorry too! Isn’t that right Slovenia?”
A loud laugh came from Slovenia at this remark showing that she was in no way going to play along with Czech Republic's antics. She was a woman who loved to hold a good grudge. Though she could admit when she was wrong she would never apologize first when angering someone believing that she did nothing wrong in the first place. And with England this little code of her's was no exception whatsoever. Nothing would get her to apologize.
If you don’t I’ll have to ask France for help! That would suck!”
It was then that Slovenia froze. She disregarded every other word except for one. France. She hated that man. She hated him with every fiber in her body! The man was a pervert to boot and sneaky little bastard who seemed to have a knack in making others uncomfortable and or destructive. This might of explained how he was so good at espionage during WWII.
The bottom line was that she hated the man and did not want him anywhere near Czech! Hell she'd even apologize to England before she would shake hands with the French!
It was then she swallowed her damn pride and strolled over to England seeing that Czech was working her charms on him. Shaking her head she cleared her throat and speak.
"Hey...I'm sorry for...the way I treated you England. And yes could you please stay and help us train...I would rather be training with you than to be near that frog!"
That was all she's day on the subject making it clear that, that was the only apology he was going to get from her.
She rolled her eyes. Fine then leave for all she cared. No skin off her nose whatsoever.
"Please don't leave England!" She looked up as Czech ran to the brit and threw her arms around him making her shake her head while holding it in her hand. That sister of her's was so clingy.
“And I’m sure that Slovenia is sorry too! Isn’t that right Slovenia?”
A loud laugh came from Slovenia at this remark showing that she was in no way going to play along with Czech Republic's antics. She was a woman who loved to hold a good grudge. Though she could admit when she was wrong she would never apologize first when angering someone believing that she did nothing wrong in the first place. And with England this little code of her's was no exception whatsoever. Nothing would get her to apologize.
If you don’t I’ll have to ask France for help! That would suck!”
It was then that Slovenia froze. She disregarded every other word except for one. France. She hated that man. She hated him with every fiber in her body! The man was a pervert to boot and sneaky little bastard who seemed to have a knack in making others uncomfortable and or destructive. This might of explained how he was so good at espionage during WWII.
The bottom line was that she hated the man and did not want him anywhere near Czech! Hell she'd even apologize to England before she would shake hands with the French!
It was then she swallowed her damn pride and strolled over to England seeing that Czech was working her charms on him. Shaking her head she cleared her throat and speak.
"Hey...I'm sorry for...the way I treated you England. And yes could you please stay and help us train...I would rather be training with you than to be near that frog!"
That was all she's day on the subject making it clear that, that was the only apology he was going to get from her.