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[longwhitecloud]

A. phone

Hey, everyone! Would anyone be up for a game of rugby? ...Cricket works too, if you're not man enough for the big brother of American football.

[Yes, baiting people with their pride here. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and there seem to be no sports offered at the school that NZ would be really interested in.]

B. action

[NZ has a job now and is selling hot dogs. If you are standing around somewhere or sitting down for a rest, you will be approached by a friendly smiling brunet teenager.]

Good morning, dear madam/sir! Would you like a hot dog?

C. action

[There is a sheep trying to eat your jacket/hat/important paper for the school/whatever else comes to mind. The owner is nowhere to be seen.]

Comments

C

[koyo]

( Here's one paper rose.

And a second and a third and another and another. . . These are going to be so cute to give away as gifts later!

As Spain sets them down in a basket beside him, he doesn't notice that the flowers are disappearing. After thinking that he has done enough, he turns to pick up the basket and-- where are his flowers? )

[longwhitecloud]

Baaaaaahhhhh

[The sheep is looking up at Spain as innocently as it can. Your flowers tasted really bad, do you know that?]

[koyo]

Ay, did you eat my flowers? That was very rude if you did, you know?

[longwhitecloud]

Bahhhhh

[Pushing its head against Spain's thigh

also the conversation has alerted Kiwi to the sheep's current location and a few moments later, a brunet nation will arrive where the Spaniard is.]

[koyo]

I'm going to have to make all of them all over again. . . ( Mumbling, he sighs and begins to pet the sheep. He's frustrated but he can't exactly be too mad right now because the poor thing must have been hungry to eat all of his flowers. He looks up when New Zealand arrives. )

Is this yours?

[longwhitecloud]

Sheep, you should stop just eating everything.

[The brunet steps forward, grabs the side of the sheep and pushes it over sideways, then looks up at Spain with a smile and nods.] She's pretty, isn't she?

[koyo]

Mhmm, she is. . . but I'm afraid she's hungry right now.

[longwhitecloud]

I guess she is still wary of this place and doesn't trust the grass.

[The nation will crouch down next to the animal and start to rip out some grass and offer it to the sheep, trying to urge it to eat.]

[koyo]

That would make se-- Is something wrong with the grass?

[longwhitecloud]

I don't think so.

[While feeding the sheep.]

I tried some of it.

[koyo]

Ah, that's good. I wouldn't want to find out I've been poisoning Toro-- wait, I mean, I would like to know if I was so I could stop.

[longwhitecloud]

Toro?

[koyo]

Toro! My best friend.

[longwhitecloud]

What kind of animal is he?

[koyo]

A bull, of course.

[longwhitecloud]

We should introduce him and sheep.

[Yes, NZ comes up with the most creative names for pets. Pray that the brunet and Finland never meet.]

B

[honorthenreason]

What kind of seasonings does it have?

[longwhitecloud]

There is cheese, curry and plain. And there are a couple of dressings.

[honorthenreason]

Are any of them hot?

[longwhitecloud]

These two.

[pointing at two red bottles and then picking one up to hand it over for inspection.]

[honorthenreason]

[ Thank you. Unscrewing it to sniff for hotness. ]

...Doesn't smell hot to me.

[ Tightly screwing the cap back on and tossing it at Mr. Hot Dog Salesman. ]

[longwhitecloud]

[Catching it easily.]

It's American. He's not very good at hot things.

[Not that Kiwi is particularely good at it, but there is this connotation in the words of everyone being better at "hot" than America.]

[honorthenreason]

Is that really the hottest you've got?

[longwhitecloud]

I tried them, and the answer is yes.

Your people eat a lot hotter normally?

[honorthenreason]

[ He sighs such a frustrated sigh. ]

No.

[ He's a liar. ]

Anyway, how much for one?

[longwhitecloud]

[insert a reasonable price here].

With as much dressing as you want.

[Not going to make the boy talk if he doesn't want to.]