Hetalia RP

[II Ukraine II]

Quiet for a moment, Angelique started to gather the facts in her head. "Three weeks ago, there was a meeting for the British Commonwealth nations. Mattieu and I were unable to attend," she murmured, using the French version of Canada's name. She bit her lip, remember what Australia had told her.

"I...I asked Australia to fill me in. Apparently, not much happened. Arthur...Apparently Arthur was drunk. He...he just decided to leave during the first hour of the meeting, declaring that everything was pointless, anyway. Australia and India had followed him, trying to make sense of what he said. When they asked him what, in particular, was pointless, he... He didn't answer clearly. He just repeated that everything was. India took him home, then."

She shook her head, sighing. "He's stressed," she repeated softly.  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred frowned. That sucks." he said bluntly. He then rested his head on the table. "W-Who ever taught him to drink his problems away, should be punched in the face. I'd be first in the damned line. I promise that." Alfred mumbled it so low so that only Angelique heard.
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, " I wonder why he's always so stressed." He said his voice back to normal volume.  

[II Ukraine II]

Angelique blinked, glancing over at Alfred. She frowned, not sure what to make of his comment. "Probably one of his older brothers. Scotland, most likely. Maybe Ireland. Northern Ireland doesn't seem the type to do something outright like that, the one time I met him. And Wales...well, he doesn't drink much at all." She wondered if Alfred had ever met Arthur's brothers. The only time she had ever met them was at the few Commonwealth meetings that they decided to show up at, rare as they were.

She bit her lip again. "As to why he's always stressed, who knows?"  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred nodded then shrugged. It was raining harder and he noticed. His mood fell like the droplets. He kept his eyes glued to the windows. He also wondered if japan was any better.  

[II Ukraine II]

Angelique blinked and glanced over at the suddenly quiet American, feeling a sting of shame. "Um...I'm sorry for bring up a depressing topic. I...just worry, you know?" She glanced back down at her lap, not knowing what to do. She didn't want to upset Alfred. No, she really didn't. She just thought that...

From what she saw and from the things Australia and India had told her, Arthur really cared about Alfred. When Alfred gained full independence, Arthur... well, he lost himself.

India, Arthur's longest colony and the one who probably knew his colonial state the best, had told her that before Alfred, Arthur was much different. He was cold. Merciless. Calculating. He refused to allow anyone in and wouldn't let anyone know his true thoughts. And then, he gained Alfred. He...was truly happy in that time, always wanting to go and visit. But, his Kings would not allow him to keep vanishing all the time. And then when Alfred left, he...he apparently closed himself up again.

She would have thought that if anyone would be able to get Arthur to open up again, it would be Alfred. Maybe...maybe she was wrong.  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred blew his bangs. "It's fine. I shouldn't react like this every time the past is brought up.
I worry about 'em. I really do. I just don't know how to tell him. He just doesn't want to hear it. I know he doesn't hate me or anything. I just wish...I want him to listen to me. Alfred, not America. Just Alfred."He finished speaking. 'I try, hell, I even chewed him and Kiku out. I just don't know how to put it all together. Puzzles suck, a lot.'  

[II Ukraine II]

Angelique nodded, pondering over what Alfred said. So he has tried to get through to Arthur. That's a start, I suppose. She wished that Arthur would just relent.

"He's really stubborn. There's no real way to get around that, I'm afraid." She shook her head.  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred snorted and gave a grin. "Oh yeah."  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Hearing the phone ring, Arthur glanced up from his embroidery and over to his bedside table. Since it was his land line, that meant it was most likely his government. He didn't give his home number to any of the nations, if only to simplify avoiding them. With a soft groan, he set down the material and stretched, leaning across his bed and plucking the receiver up. "Kirkland, speaking," he murmured into the phone, laying down on his stomach to make himself a bit more comfortable. He brushed the embroidery with a foot as he shifted.

"Um, Sir, we heard you left the meeting. Before it started."

Rolling his eyes, the Brit resisted a sarcastic comment. "Yeah, well... Japan took ill. I'm ensuring his well-being," he replied, knowing that wasn't the only reason they phoned.

"Well...the storm has grown worse, Sir. The airports are shut down. It's too dangerous to fly. Plus, the rain is worse than we've received in a while. The city is, regrettably, starting to flood. We're canceling the meeting, hoping that they can get find a place to board before it gets any worse. Which, it assuredly will. We'll probably figure everything out within the hour. We wanted to warn you."

Arthur bit his lip, nodding. "Understood," he murmured. Giving a soft goodbye, he hung up and rested his head on his pillow wearily. "Just my luck. Sod all."  

[Bakem0n0]

Berwald stared at the rain coming down in buckets. "Prob'ly best we go find Sindre 'n Mathias..." He mumbled, taking the umbrella from Tino with a nod of thanks. He was positive that the two had forgotten umbrellas and seeing as how the rain only seemed to be getting harder, he was getting a bit concerned. Of course, only for Sindre, he could care less if that Dane caught a cold. "Tino, why don't ya jus' head inside with Peter." He suggested, opening the umbrella and heading off into the rain in search of the other two Nordics.  

[Nini-Chan Desu]

Feliks smiled, "You can, like, just borrow my pajamas and stuff, Toris. You'd , like, look awsome in them anyways."
But his smile slowly faded as he saw Toris look over at Natalia and Yao.
"So, what do you want to do tonight? Any specific games or stuff?"

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(Ooooohhhh!! I could so turn this into....stuff not allowed on here XD )

Denmark blushed as he saw Norway covered with his ice cream. His frown slowly turned into a nervous smile which quickly turned into a smirk.
"You can stop apoligizing, you know." Mathias said as he brought his face to Sindre's cheek, "It was my fault that this got all over you, let me help clean you up..." and he stuck his tongue out, licking off a small bit of ice cream that had landed on his cheek.  

[Kimuri Linebeck]

'Ah, sorry.' Toris grinned in a sheepish manner, glancing back at Feliks. 'Thanks... You really think I'd look awesome? A-anyway...' The Lithuanian was never paid compliments, so it had thrown him for a loop, especially seeming as he'd not been concentrating so much on their conversation and had been looking elsewhere... Which was what he had apologised for.

'As for... Things to do and such, I don't know. What sort of things do you usually do at a sleepover...?' He referred to the topic at hand, guessing that Feliks would have a much clearer idea of the sort of things that were usually done at such events. He'd not slept over at anyone's home for a while now, and not in the sort of sleepover that he was sure his best friend was thinking of.

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((Hahaha, I know...~))


'I-I...' The Nordic's face flushed quite considerably at his best friend's move, and he was unable to suppress the sudden, audible gasp that escaped him in a softened sound. It had been vulgar, it had been innappropriate... Or so he should've been thinking. However, his heart was thumping wildly, and the Norwegian couldn't help but stutter.

'M-Mathias...' he willed himself to try and raise an objection to this method of cleaning, but felt the words die on his lips. They would not be spoken, and Sindre had no want to try and force them out. But neither would he admit to himself that he somehow... Liked it.

Because that was wrong, after all. They were best friends... And not only that, it was an animal-like thing to do, and they were human... Well, basically. So it was wrong... But it didn't feel it.

 

[Nini-Chan Desu]

(my pervert side is seeing Denmark with a rape face now XD )

Mathias continued to lick that spot on his cheek even after the ice cream was gone, and slowly began to slide his tongue down Sindre's neck. His eyes, which had been closed, opened as he realized what exactly he was doing. He quickly backed up a step, not noticing how hot his face was because the feeling of his heart pounding in his chest was distracting him, along with the look on Sindre's face. Just seeing his face like that made his heart beat faster for some reason.
Gathering up all of his strength, he managed to laugh without sounding nervous as he looked to the side, not wanting to look at Sindre which would cause his heart to beat more, "A-Ahahahahaha, you should see your face right now, Sindre! Ahahahaha....." his laugh drifted off, not being able to take it anymore.... "I-I'm gonna.....go get...some p-paper towels...." He looked around to see if there was a bathroom near by.  

[Kimuri Linebeck]

((-gigglesnort- Aww, bless Denmark. xD I do love the guy.~))


Sindre had fallen into a state of silence. He gazed at his best friend with a slightly hazy look in his eyes, wondering where that strange feeling had gone to. It had made its way down his neck, he barely recalled, and then it was gone. For someone so usually calculating and cool as himself, it was odd not to be able to fully comprehend the situation, and he looked to Mathias for answers to the many questions his mind had tugged out of the thick fog that was itself.

'My face...?' He repeated quietly after a few moments, reaching to feel his untouched cheek, before letting his hand drop back to his side. 'Yes... Must be a picture... Ha... Hah.' The laughter was soft, empty. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm, either. Perhaps it was the state of paralysis in his mind, he didn't know, but he felt his heart still thudding even when Mathias had drawn away so suddenly. 'What's wrong with me...? Am I sick...?'

However, he didn't want for Mathias to leave. He reached forward suddenly, grabbing his friend by the wrist. 'No...' He paused, realising how selfish that did sound. 'I mean... It's... Fine. I... D-don't go.' The little plea at the end was almost silent, almost childlike. He was getting what he -Sindre- wanted... Attention from his best friend. Something that Peter hadn't managed to quite take away, it seemed, and although the attention was questionable at least, the Norwegian didn't care.

'...Please.'

 

[HikariRose08]

(Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Like Kiku, I got sick crying )

Kiku was silent, playing absentmindedly with the hem of the shirt he was wearing. He actually was...glad that he and Yao were once again on civil speaking terms. However, Kiku was mainly concerned with how Yao would be dealing with Russia. Knowing the Russian man, Kiku was extremely worried that his brother might get hurt. Blinking, Kiku realized that he used the term 'brother' once again for Yao.

"Ano...Nii-san," Kiku began softly, sitting on the bed he was borrowing, "Is it alright for you to be using Alfred-san's cell phone? Wouldn't Russia-teme be upset since you did?"

Feeling another wave of coughing about to hit, Kiku pulled the phone away from his mouth. Once again coughing violently, Kiku grew concerned that the medication he was taking was now not enough to handle his illness. It was always worse when he got sick and Kiku usually took a stronger antibiotic when he was back home and fell ill. Since he was in England, however, Kiku had only brought his usual medication, not thinking that it would effect his health.

"Nii-san...can I talk to Alfred-san really quickly?" Kiku asked when he coughing fit was once again over, "It's fairly important."

If Kiku had to reveal his sickness to one nation, he would chose the American. After all, the Japanese man felt guilty for snapping at Alfred when he was only trying to help. Even now, Kiku wanted to try and mend things between him and Alfred. Knowing the American, Kiku was worried about how Alfred would react when he found out that Kiku was actually fairly sick. The effects of the nuclear bombing still many years afterwards were taking a strong toll on his body and Alfred was the reason why.

"I worry that Alfred-san will begin to feel guilty again..." Kiku thought to himself sadly, "Demo, I don't want Nii-san or Arthur-san to know. Alfred-san is my only other option and...I trust him very much. I have a feeling that he won't tell Nii-san or Arthur-san about my sickness if I ask him not to."