"OWW! MERDE!" shrieked France, swiping his poor, designer-clad feet out of the way of any further assault. "Now, ZHAT was unnecessary!" He glared down at the small woman. He was used to much worse pain, but his toes really were aching now. His dark eyes, usually soft and romantic, had become hardened. Oh, this was the look of a mad Frenchman. And this Frenchman had no qualms about revenge. He glanced up at the people surrounding them, who were slowly starting to look away. Breathing in slowly, in and out, he composes himself and looked to Prussia. "I was seemply teasing you," he huffed haughtily. "You two are my friends. I would not want to leave you behind. I cannot help me urge to taunt." He waved a hand (rather Frenchly), and rifled in his pockets for a cigarette. He took out a slim box, only to be met by glares. Aha. There was the No Smoking sign. With a dramatic sigh, he put his addiction back into his pocket, and looked back at Prussia. He smirked at him, eyes going down to the resting Spain and back up to him. He mouthed, "Prank." Come on. They had to do something about her!