The Box Chat.

Jelsa Mepsey wrote:(Vane and I are gonna have to drop out of this for now. Too much school crap. Will come back in June-ish if this is still going xD)

AWWWW!!!!!! Bye...

America
"Because you guys need a hero, and there are hamburgers. I swear England, you are so slow sometimes" I smirked, eating another delicious hamburger

"Who are you?" Andrew asked the newcommer.

England: "A bloody git, that's what he is." I growled, ready to punch the little punk in the face.

"No...that would be Ezra." Andrew laughed. "But seriously? Who is he?"

England: "America." I said irritably.

"America? I almost made it there." said Andrew. After looking down at the duck tape, Andrew looked back up at Grell. "Can you let me go now? I'll be good." he grinned.

Grell: "No, you may not. For all I know, you'll go over and punch him in the face." I frowned.

England: "No, he is America."

"I won't," Andrew smiled. "And couldn't you just stop me with your sythe thingy?" After turning to look at England, he said, "Ah...I see...his name is America. And who might you be?"

England: "England, Britain, whatever it is you want to call me."

Grell: "No!"

"Please, so I can greet these people? We wouldn't want to be rude...now would we?" Andrew said to Grell. To England he said, " Pleasure. I'm Andrew...that git over there is Ezra... and that lovely young lady is Liz.

England: "Ah, so he's a git like France here?" I smirked. "I see we have similar tastes."

Grell: "No! You can greet them from right there!" I snapped.

"He's also an idoit. Sorry I can't greet you properly," he smirked. " I'm kinda stuck in a sticky situation...anyway when's my time out over?"

England: "Nice pun. This guy here-" I elbowed America in the arm. "-is too. And it's no problem, I understand."

Grell: I checked my pocket watch (with the pretty red face!). "Half an hour."

"I've I behave myself," Andrew sighed, "may I please get down sooner?"

"I AM NOT AN IDOIT!!!!" Ezra shouted at Andrew.

"See I'm a good little boy," Andrew smirked.

Grell: "You instigated him by calling him an idiot." I frowned, and pulled the duct tape out again. "Now I suggest you shut your mouth before I shut it for you."

"But he is an idoit," Andrew said pointedly, "and insulting doesn't mean I'm going to punch him besides would Liz let me?"

Grell: "I mean it. Call him an idiot one more time." I glared threateningly.

"Fine, Fine," Andrew said, growing bored. "Liz would never let me kill him. She gets tired of stopping us. If she told me she never wanted to see him again...I would make sure of that and happily....not that she would."

France: "Ah, the things one would do for love..." I smiled dreamily.

England: I looked over at the slimeball. He was radiating sparkles. Irritated, I smacked him on the back of the head, and he glared at me, tackling me to the floor. We started rolling around and punching each other on the ground.

"Isn't it time for there time out, Grell?" said Ezra.

England: Eventually, we started yelling insults at each other while punching each other in the face. "Wine loving twot!" I yelled.

France: "Disgusting tea drinking punk!" I shouted, angry.

Grell: "BOYS!" I yelled.

"Time out. Time out." Ezra began to sing song.

Grell: I took my duct tape, ripped off a piece, and slapped it on Ezra's mouth. "Shut up!" I said, irritated.

"I told you...." said Andrew, " but you didn't listen."