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Andre shifted restlessly in his maid outfit, quite content in wearing it, though not content with the character he was wearing it for.

"I hate Magenta… Couldn't I be Frank-N-Furter, or Columbia?" He said miserably, wielding the feather duster.

Denmark shook his head cheekily, gold shorts the only clothing he had on. "Nope, you look good in a maid dress and you didn't want to be the slut. Besides, this makes the most sense!"

Prussia laughed, in his corset and fishnets. "Yeah, only the most awesome person should be able to play the main character! Kesesesesesese!"

Scotty growled at his Prussian lover from his lower height in the wheelchair. "Ef ye sae muich es tooch tha arse'ole er sluit I'll bluidy well cuit off yer deck 'n shaev et sae far doon yer throat thet ye'll be shittin' et oot wi'in secunds!"

Prussia saluted to the wheelchair bound Scotsman. "No problem at all, Dr. Scot!" Scotty just rolled his eyes in response.

Romi shifted the newspaper over her head "Wh-why am I in this?"

Andre flitted over to her "Because we needed a timid lady… an actual lady." he shrugged "You fit the part, very well."

Romania fidgeted "A-and wh-why is my f-fiancee America?" She looked at the large nation, in basically the same outfit as he was before.

All of the other countries looked to her and answered "Because he's the asshole."

Description
Andre shifted restlessly in his maid outfit, quite content in wearing it, though not content with the character he was wearing it for.

"I hate Magenta… Couldn't I be Frank-N-Furter, or Columbia?" He said miserably, wielding the feather duster.

Denmark shook his head cheekily, gold shorts the only clothing he had on. "Nope, you look good in a maid dress and you didn't want to be the slut. Besides, this makes the most sense!"

Prussia laughed, in his corset and fishnets. "Yeah, only the most awesome person should be able to play the main character! Kesesesesesese!"

Scotty growled at his Prussian lover from his lower height in the wheelchair. "Ef ye sae muich es tooch tha arse'ole er sluit I'll bluidy well cuit off yer deck 'n shaev et sae far doon yer throat thet ye'll be shittin' et oot wi'in secunds!"

Prussia saluted to the wheelchair bound Scotsman. "No problem at all, Dr. Scot!" Scotty just rolled his eyes in response.

Romi shifted the newspaper over her head "Wh-why am I in this?"

Andre flitted over to her "Because we needed a timid lady… an actual lady." he shrugged "You fit the part, very well."

Romania fidgeted "A-and wh-why is my f-fiancee America?" She looked at the large nation, in basically the same outfit as he was before.

All of the other countries looked to her and answered "Because he's the asshole."