Prussia practically ripped his pants off and ground against her roughly, growling seductively in her ear
Scotland growled and pulled out his revolver, pointing it at Germany. "Iain!" Ireland moved into the room quickly, wobbling from her pounding head, "Plees, Iain, don' hurt him!" "I won' let him use yew, Eire!" "He ain' usin' me, Iain, plees!! Oi luv him!!" She ran to Germany and threw her arms around him, "Stahp, plees!!" "Iain." Scotland's gaze landed on N. Ireland, who had his Colt pointed at the Scotsman, "Let her love and be with who she wants. If its a mistake, she'll come back." Danny growled, his accent gone.