“Bounjour.” Francis took away the glass of milk that was in you hand and kissed it.
“Hola.” Antonio said as he went to your left.
“Hallo.” Gilbert smirked and went to your right.
You had your puzzling face on as the Spaniard and the Prussian carried you outside and the French opened the door for them. You batted your (color) eyes in confusion as they started the car.
“So many questions…” You merely uttered and looked at them. What the heck just happened? You were in your Perry the Platypus pajamas enjoying breakfast and your best friends decided to burst in your apartment and take you.
“Vhat else does it look like ve’re doing, frau? Kesesese!” Gilbert was