The RomanoAndEnglandFight Thread! :'D

Shut up, Ireland. BI

I AM NOT, ROMANO. BI YOU ARE.

FIRST OF ALL, DENMARK. I AM NOT A LADY. SECOND OF ALL, I'M NOT FIGHTING OVER YOU. Romano might be, though.

What are you fighting over then~? *Is just there.*

We're fighting over- ..... What were we fighting about...?

I have no idea..........

Something about tomatoes, I heard.

Fighting over this Danish awesome.

Oh, right! He had put all his blasted tomatoes and filled my entire -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- room with them!!!

Tomatoes are great~! Why the grumpy mood? You should be happy!

. . . . I DON'T WANT THEM IN MY BEDROOM. IDIOT. BI

How come?

"Because! Unlike you and that tomato-obsessed git, I don't want tomatoes in my blasted room! I hardly even like them!!" England glared at Romano and Spain.

But tomatoes are delicious~! Well, it's not like you had good taste or anything, right Romano~?

Damn straight!! He has no taste buds whatsoever!! He's just a stupid, old, lonely, lame, fugly, retarded, Tsundere Asshole!

England punches Romano in the face. "I AM NOT TSUNDERE, OR ANY OF THOSE OTHER THINGS!!!!! YOU'RE THE TSUNDERE ONE." BI BI BI

Romano falls back and rubs his cheek, pissed. "YOU'RE THE TSUNDERE ONE, MY BELOVED!! I HOPE YOU DIE IN A HOLE!! I HATE YOU!!"

England's eye twitched, as he looked irritatedly at the Southern Italian. "I AM NOT. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO IS TSUNDERE. AND I HOPE YOU DIE IN A HOLE BEFORE ME, WANKER."

*Spain stands there like an idiot, wondering if he should intervene, but decides against it for now.*

"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO COOL JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A LITTLE STRONG. MY MAFIA COULD WHOOP YOUR ASS IN 2 SECONDS! TSUNDERE MY BELOVED!" He shouted at the annoying British man.

PSSSSSSHHHH. *Z-SNAPS* HAY GURL, YOU GOT IT ALLLLL WRONG. NOW, LEMME REMIND YOU OF THIS ONE SIMPLE LITTLE THING. WHO WAS IT THAT DEFEATED THE SPANISH ARMADA? NOPE, NOT THE ITALIANS. IT WAS THE BRITISH, YO. SO DON'T BE HATIN' ON THIS SEXY BEING. I KNOW YOU'RE JELLY, BUT JUST BACK THE FRICK OFF.

England scoffed. "I HIGHLY DOUBT IT. YOU'RE MAFIA WOULDN'T STAND A CHANCE. TSUNDERE WANKER."

OH SHUT UP ENGLAND. BI

Spain continues to just sit there, and waits for a moment where he and his RPer thinks he should jump in.

Y'KNOW WHAT. *SPARKLEYPOO* YOU. *SPARKLEYPOO*. YOU. YOU'RE A STUPID LITTLE TSUNDERE TRANNY WHO NEEDS TO GO SUCK ON A WHALE AND LEAVE. OR EVEN BETTER WHY DON'T YOU GO SEX UP AMERICA, YOUR LOVER. AND THEN YOU CAN LEAVE ME ALONE YOU ASSHOLE!! JACKASS!! ASSHOLE!! VAFFANCULO!! FOREVER ALONE MY BELOVED!! I HOPE A SCONE COMES TO LIFE WHILE YOUR ASLEEP AND SMEXIFUL GRABS A KNIFE AND MAKES YOU SCONES, AND FORCES IT DOWN YOUR THROAT. YOU JERK. GO SMEXIFUL DIE. I HATE YOUUUU.

Well SOMEONE'S PMSing..... //MURDERED

YOU -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- WANKER!!! YOU KNOW WHAT?! YOU SHOULD STOP BEING IN DENIAL OF YOUR LOVE FOR SPAIN! IT MAKES ME SICK, HAVING TO DEAL WITH THE BOTH OF YOUR GUYS'S SEXUAL TENSION! I COULD LITERALLY TAKE A -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- KNIFE AND CUT THROUGH IT!!! BUT KNOWING YOU, YOU'LL NEVER ADMIT IT!! YOU'LL -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- DIE ALONE, YOU TSUNDERE PRAT!!! GOOD FOR NOTHING DOLT!! YOU'RE AS DUMB AS A BLASTED BIRD!! I HOPE THAT ONE OF THESE DAYS YOU DIE FROM FOOD POISONING VIA THOSE -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- TOMATOES OF YOURS!!! GO DIE IN A HOLE!! I -THE BRITISH ARE COMING THE BRITISH ARE COMING- HATE YOU SO MUCH!!!

(( .. This is intense. ))

(( /DIES ))