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S. Korea POV

We finally arrived at France's house and I walked inside. Italy was pacing back and forth and then saw me.

"Where's Doitsu?" Italy asked worried. I went up to him and tilted his head to the side.

"Hmm...I wonder how Italian blood tastes?" I say and bite down.

"NOOOO, I-a don't want-a to die-a!" Italy screamed. His blood rushed into my mouth and it had a nasty tang to it.

I spit it out of my mouth, "ugh, Italian blood...Doitsu's was better," I smirked.

"Nooooo, you-a kill-a my doitsu?!" Italy shouted even more worried.

"Ha no, he taste good so I'm savin' him for later," I smirk and lick my lips thinking about how his blood tastes.

"Why-a you no-a kill-a France?!" Italy pleaded looking around for doitsu.

I shrug, "I haven't seen him," I say after a few seconds.

"U-a can't have-a doitsu! he's mine!" Italy basically yells at me.

"But i do wonder what France tastes like..." I said with a evilish grin.

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