You let your body go limp, and a smirk appeared on your face. You swung your leg back, and kicked upward, kicking yourself in the face, doing so multiple times until tears grew in your eyes. Gasping, your struggled your way out of the Russian's arms, smacked yourself on the forearm till it was red, and ran downstairs, smirking. Now to bring in your totally 'amazing' acting skills. You saw Germany slaving away at the stove. "GERMANY~!" You yelled, pouncing on the German. He flinched.
"W-WHAT?!" He gasped, turning off the stove and facing you.
You continued to hug the man. "GERMANY~ FRANCE, PRUSSIA, AMERICA, ENGLAND, AND RUSSIA ARE BULLYING ME!" He pulled you from him, and noticed the tears.
"What'd they do?"
Moving the tears from your eyes, you showed him your red forearm, as he examined your bruised face. Oh, you were such a good kicker and slapper. You felt him shiver ever so slightly as he grasped your shoulders. And letting out a little gasp, you felt the Germans lips come intact with yours, quickly pulling away however.
"I'll get them..." He growled, calling for the others that were actually capable of fighting to go upstairs with him. You stood still in the spot Germany left you at, hands going to your lips.
"...great....now I feel guilty for lying..."