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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:01 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:04 pm
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((*wibbles into the conversation*))
Switzerland comes in to the building, almost slamming the door behind him to keep the wind, the cold and the snow outside. His cheeks and nose were a bright, cherry red, and he sniffled every once in a while. Still, he was smiling. "I see everyone's getting festive?" he asks, amused. He looks at America from head to toe. "Aren't you cold? It's snowing out there." he says, raising an eyebrow. He shakes his head and goes to stand near his sister. He bows a little. "Italy, Liech, you both are looking great this evening." he says with a warm smile.
(( I think he may be sick or something. =w= Or it could be from the influence of an article on Christmas I read...
"...during Advent, Switzerland seems cheerier and cheerier until Christmas itself..." etc etc. =w= ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:07 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:08 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 06, 2008 8:32 pm
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