[video; you can't play this kind of piano :|]

[gesangvoll]

As... delicious as this sudden change is, I don't suppose someone could tell me how I am supposed to play the piano when it currently looks like this.

[Austria moves the dreamberry so that people watching can get a good view of what was a normal piano. However, it happens to be made of peppermint bark, candy canes, milk and white chocolate, and things of that sort. The inside is the most infuriating to Austria, since, as the video now shows, instead of the strings and hammers that should be there? It's licorice and gumdrops. Needless to say, Austria is not amused.]

Though I don't deny that sweets--particularly those around only during this time of year--are nice to have every so often, [every so often for Austria being after dinner, after lunch, with coffee, etc. etc.] I would like it if my piano were still playable. I don't suppose anyone else has this same issue, do they?

Comments

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[choru.livejournal.com]

Sorry, I was wrong! It's Parkin!

By the way, we're watching dramas in the living room. Would you like to grab some peppermint bark and join us?

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[gesangvoll]

Stop eating my piano, you idiot! [sobbing on the inside forever]

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[gesangvoll]

And no, I will not be joining you, as this drama of yours will not be continuing. Get out of my house this instant.

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[choru.livejournal.com]

It's really a piano!?

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[choru.livejournal.com]

...C'mon, one more bite? Please?

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[choru.livejournal.com]

No can do, bro! I'm staying here until Christmas! I was invited! It's rude to talk to your honored guests like that, isn't it?

Are you sure you don't want to watch them with us? We're starting with Coffee Prince!

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[gesangvoll]

You are not my guest, and I was not informed you would be staying here. Therefore, you are not welcome in my home. Leave this instant.

[gesangvoll]

Of course it's a real piano! What else would it be? And you will not touch it.

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[choru.livejournal.com]

But I haven't gotten to decorate the tree yet! Or opened my presents!

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[choru.livejournal.com]

You know, my pianos look like real pianos! I thought yours was a holiday-themed snack.

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[gesangvoll]

[do not insult his pianos. they are almost as important as Mozart.]

My piano was a real piano before this... whatever you wish to call it happened! As pleasant as a piano-shaped holiday snack would be, I assure you that this is nothing of the sort.

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[gesangvoll]

And you do not get to decorate the tree or open presents, as there are no presents for you in this house. You are not a resident here, nor are you a citizen of mine, or any of my neighbors.

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[choru.livejournal.com]

I'm your bro! That's way more important than neighbors or citizens.

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[choru.livejournal.com]

I'm still a little bit hungry. Why don't you make me a piano-shaped holiday snack?

[gesangvoll]

I am not making you anything, especially not when asked like that, and you are not my 'bro.' You are nothing more than an annoyance!

[choru.livejournal.com]

Don't talk back to your big bro like that! I'll use the bamboo sword!

[gesangvoll]

What part of "you are not my 'big bro'" is that difficult to understand, you idiot? You are aware that threatening violence of that sort can be a declaration of war, are you not?

[choru.livejournal.com]

I read online that physical contact is being dubbed "discipline" for teaching purposes!

[gesangvoll]

If that's the case, perhaps you would benefit from this physical discipline.

[choru.livejournal.com]

N-No! I'm the one doing the discipline!

[gesangvoll]

You most certainly are not. If you have an issue with it, you may leave.

[choru.livejournal.com]

You're stubborn, I might need something harder than a bamboo sword...

[gesangvoll]

If you so much as bring a bamboo sword or anything of that nature anywhere near my house, I will tell Germany to deal with you! [Since he cannot defend himself, naturally.]

[choru.livejournal.com]

America will be the one bringing it! [Since he does not take responsibility.]

[gesangvoll]

America will not.