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"Now now," said England, trying his best to sound as though slitting other people's stomach's and substituting their blood for jam was a normal occurrence. He didn't think blood and jam would taste the same anyway, since they were so different consistency-wise. "Of course there'd be no blood in that doll, he's made of stuffing!" He pushed a plate of much too lumpy and much more coal-like scones into the Nenderoid's little ( though capable of mass destruction ) hands, throwing a sideways glance at the unsuspecting Lily. "But that Barbie there, is not. Have a scone, and perhaps some tea while you're at it." Now, England wasn't exactly the fun kid-loving kinda guy, but Flandre here seemed pretty docile and genuinely innocent when not in one of her freaky moods. "In any case, you can't have many friends if you're so keen on harming others. What about this Remiliiiaaa-oneesamaaa" - again, he butchered the pronunciation - "person of yours? Your sister, I assume?"