Spain Strikes Again

"On hon hon, My dearest Prussia you are much to gay for me," cocky Frenchman said as if the Prussian had tried to come onto him.

"Pfft if by 'gay' you mean AWESOME!" the equally arrogant Prussia said back.

"No. I mean gay. I only date straight guys like Iggy and Canada, on hon hon," France replied with is devilish French (perv) laugh.

"Well have fun with that, even though you're a total pedo for dating your son." Not that Prussia was any better when it came to him with younger people, or Germancest.

"You are just jealous, for I can date my own son." He was right, for Prussia did long to capture the small Canadian's vital regions.

"Well, you can't, but whatever," Prussia still thought it was wrong.

"I can do whatever I want because I am the County of LOVE!" France's common reason to give him permission to do whatever with whoever.

"Yeah? Well I can do whatever I want because I'm DEAD!" Most people tended to see this as a bad thing but Prussia had the ability to find the light in even the worst of situations.

"Aww, you poor thing. It's alright though I heard Russia likes dead people," France chuckled at the thought of his frail friend suffering the wrath of the much larger and stronger country.

Prussia wasn't exactly friendly with the Russian after what happened after the war. "Eww that guy's a creep. His sisters are hot though!" A (pervy) smile returned to his face as he remembered his time with the girls.

Just then a little sailor suit with a boy in it appeared. "'Ello! I'm Sealand!" He shouted enthusiastically

"Eh, who are you?" France asked the small sailor suit before turning back to Prussia, "Ho ho but you are dead, and dead people can not enjoy such beautiful girls so they are mine!"

"It's me, Sealand! Your son!" Sealand was very upset.

"At least dead people can't spread STD's," Prussia looked around them, "Did you hear something?"

"Uh, no. you must be hearing things," France chose to ignore the small voce coming from… somewhere. Then he realized what his friend had said. "I DO NOT HAVE STD'S! They are called STI's now anyway."

"Only you would know that," Prussia laughed.

Sealand was outraged he was being dismissed as the wind. "Then surely England will recognize me! He is my Father after all."

"Oh but England is my se… never mind. You go ask him then strange child." France had about enough with the kid and Prussia bothering him.

"He is your what?" Sealand was upset France had not finished his sentence. "Father why won't you acknowledge me!?"

"Nothing. It's too much for your fragile young ears anyway! And because I do not have kids!" France was in severe denial.

"Oh but you do!… Hey! Wait a minute, I am 12 years old I can certainly handle anything you have to say!"

"Then I refuse to acknowledge them!" Which was exactly what Sealand didn't want to hear. "All right then, England is my sex slave dear child," France was happy to share the news and claim England as his own.

"Yeah that was he can have sex with his 'kids'  and not feel like such a creep," Prussia butted into the conversation again.

Sealand was utterly mortified and could not speak.

"I am not a creep! You must have me confused with Spain," France tried to defend him self by bringing up a much worse pedo than himself.

"Riight… speak of the Devil look who's coming," Prussia gestured behind France as the dark Spanish man approached.

"Father I want to go home now," the little blue sailor suit had had enough of these men and couldn't bare the though of dealing with another one.

Antonio finally got to the group, "Hey guys! Fososososo~"

"It's about time you showed up," Prussia was glad to see his other friend.

"I just like to take my time," Antonio smiled as he always does, "So what'd I miss?"

"Well France-jump-in-everyone's-pants has STI's," Prussia filled in Antonio on what he had been gone for.

"I do not!!" France exclaimed.

"Oh man, you serious? Ai France stay away from Lovino!" He didn't seem to notice France's denial.

"Nooo I'm not like that!" Again his statement was ignored.

"Yeah it's pretty bad," Prussia continued.

Now the small sailor suit with a boy was suddenly interested again, "What's an STI?" he asked. Antonio handed him some candy as he explained that it was a sexually transmitted infection.

"I hate you guys sometimes," France was getting upset now.

"That's for saying I couldn't have Belarus or Ukraine!" Prussia justified his mockery of the French man.

"Oh, and who are you strange man who I'm slightly afraid of but oddly attracted to at the same time?" Sealand had fallen into the Spaniards trap as he was transfixed on his dazzling smile.

"I am Antonio, or Spain, and this is my sexy, I mean kid friendly smile! Fososo"