like, totally oblivious to him coming and continues to work in his garden.

been watching over Feliks' house periodically because of painting-Russia's-house-pink incident. He freezes when he spots the Russian_

nearing Feliks's house... Uh oh...

leans on the fence of Poland's house. "Pryvet, comrade~" he says, in a fake cheerful voice.

looks up, tilting his head at the Russian. "Oh, Like, Hello Ivan!" He was oblivious. "Did you like the sunflowers?"

smiles a disturbing smiles. "They are very lovely, da. It's a good thing God made the sunflowers yellow, and not pink." he says, his voice_

taking on a slightly threatening edge. "Otherwise, I would not like them so much."

shrinks back. "But like, they looked so nice with the pink!"

's smile widens, more dangerously. "But I do not think so, da? I think that whoever made them, and my house, pink should clean it up right_

away~"

side glances. "Like, do you know who it is?"

*stares* at him. Just stares.

its about time he ran. So he does.

jumps the fence and chases him, koling the whole time. Like hell he's letting Poland get away.

running as fast as his feet will allow! OH *GOD*.

longer legs and is therefore faster. He grabs Poland's shoulder and doesn't let go.

a girly shriek!

laughs evilly. "What was that, little Poland."

squirming uncomfortably. "I-i thought you would like it!"

him another Look, koling softly.

gulps. Oh like, this was awful! "L-Like, can you let go?" he would not mention the mass chain letters in his mail boc.

box*

stares for a few seconds. "That depends. Will you clean my house?"

pauses. "You like, totally sure you don't like it?"

Just. Stares.