
Accurate.

Accurate.
Arthur: Well, old chap, thank you for
your biological hospitality.
Francis: *rolls eyes* Sex, you mean
sex, Angleterre.
Arthur: *blushes* R-right, that… I
say, look at the time!
Francis: And…he’s gone.
America: Why so salty?
England: I’m an island nation, what did you bloody expect?
England: Screw you.
France: Screw me.
England: Why not?
France: Really?
England: No!
Gilbert: Hey less awesome dude who looks like Mattie.
Alfred: Gee, usually people mistake Canada for me…
Gilbert: Well, it was about time someone noticed him first.
Matthew: This is exactly why I
love you.
France: It exists.
England: It exists.
Canada: It exists.
Italy: It exists.
Germany: It exists.
Japan: It exists.
Russia: It exists.
America: @CHINA?!!!!!!!!!!!