When things go bump in the night. (Private)

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    "Nothing... But, you can't deny you have a rough and sadist side. I have yet to see your soft one." America backed away, gulping.

    "Hey, look, I'll take it back. Just back off, I'd hate to have to spill an ally's blood." Alfred threatened, feeling unsafe, but it was pure instinct.

    "But dude! it's true! I know you do, what will it take to prove it?"

    "Well, what do you find cu- Wait! that's it! Sunflowers, see, you do have a softness."

    "Thanks for proving my point, ahahaha!" Alfred teasingly chuckled, placing his blood drenched mask on his chainsaw.

    "Due to that idiot Britain."

    "A ckear weakness of that crap Arthur shoved in my face as a child!" Alfred tries his best to defend himself.

    "Nasty, undercooked, bland, burnt, mushy, boring," America shot back, sipping his glass of water.

    Russia continued to laugh. "Have you tried Bortsch(?). Is good." He smiled at the thought of the hot soup. It contained beets and animal fat. Chicken brother to. (I think)

    "No, I never have and probably never will."

    "Hm... well maybe after this mess is all over and done for, mind coming over and teach me how to make this type of food?"