[Poland rolls his eyes, not that England can see. Show off.
Poland's singing has always been a little weak, more like talking to the music really, but his dancing is actually quite nice. His pink dress flutters around with each step.]
God saaaave our graaacious Queeen! Looooong live our nooooble Queeeeen! Like God save the queeeen!
[Why would a nation even make their whole anthem about one person. Seriously how self absorbed could you get.]
Send her victory-- no. wait. um. Victorious! S-something something g-glorious...
[Towards the end Poland starts to falter more noticeably-- this is ridiculously embarrassing. When they get home Poland will definitely get him back for this.]
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Poland's singing has always been a little weak, more like talking to the music really, but his dancing is actually quite nice. His pink dress flutters around with each step.]
God saaaave our graaacious Queeen!
Looooong live our nooooble Queeeeen!
Like God save the queeeen!
[Why would a nation even make their whole anthem about one person. Seriously how self absorbed could you get.]
Send her victory-- no. wait. um. Victorious!
S-something something g-glorious...
[Towards the end Poland starts to falter more noticeably-- this is ridiculously embarrassing. When they get home Poland will definitely get him back for this.]
L-long to reign o-over us... ah--