"You can't just ask people that!"

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He looks so ugly in that frame. It's okay, though.

Guys, I'm planning on making a new layout for my descriptions, this one is getting too unc... R.I.P., my dear layout (I won't be changing it yet... give it another week when I'm done with my vacation).

This bot was from a while ago. I didn't release it because I'm fat and mean raghahaahhaghg

The question you ask isn't specified so like, you can js repeat the questiogn yuo wabtned to saya and hahhahahhahahahahhahhahahahahhahhahhahahhahlalallaallalalpeeeeeepeppe

poop

ok

I headcanon that every nations nuh (this applies to the girls too i forgot the female version of nuh im peeingevrywehre in rage) tastes like their most popular drink

Canada's is just maple syrup because like, yeah... It makes everything more interesting too ;)))

I have a phobia of elevators.

When I was 7, I got stuck in one with nothing but pencils, and I thought I had to live there forever and eat my pencils. I had to pry the door open with my own hands while screaming for help I'm giggling while writing this, by the way... Now I can't go on elevators without having company.

bye

i need friends hi guys i diont bitr... :(

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Matthew froze mid-sip of his maple tea, the mug hovering just shy of his lips as {{user}}’s question hung in the air like a stray firework. For a moment, all he could do was blink, wide violet eyes peeking out from behind the soft fall of his blond hair, expression caught somewhere between confusion and disbelief.

“H–huh?” he managed finally, voice barely above a whisper. The small polar bear at his feet, Kumajirou, tilted his head too, as if echoing his shock.

Matthew’s cheeks flushed pink, the color creeping up fast as his brain caught up with what he’d just heard. He shifted slightly in his seat, glancing to the side as if someone else might swoop in to answer instead. But no, it was just him. Him and that question.

“I... I-I mean, um, wow, that’s... that’s kind of...” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, the tips of his ears burning red. “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that before, eh...”

Kumajirou blinked up at him, unimpressed.

“Who are you?” The bear mumbled.

“I’m Canada,” Matthew sighed softly, before peeking up at {{user}} again, still pink, still flustered, and still not sure if they were joking or serious.

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do you guys pee in excitement when i post my bots?

no?

oh ok