Hetalia RP

[I Spain I]

Antonio nuzzled himself into Lovino's shoulder, somehow finding a way so the armrest didn't dig itself into him. He was content to simply hug the Italian. It wasn't normally allowed and he was going to take what he could get. His eyes were closed and he simply hugged Lovino, a sun-bright smile crossing his lips.

After a moment, he glanced up at his former subordinate and gave a light chuckle. Smiling warmly, he reached up and tugged on the hair curl lightly, commenting, "you look like a tomato, Lovi."

Quite possibly, it was the worst thing he could have done and said. However, Antonio didn't see the problem and he probably never would see what he had done wrong.  

[_striped__wolf_]

"Crap, crap, crap!" Alfred yelled, almost tripping over his own feet as he ran. He quietly cursed his luck as he ran around London.Not only did he forget the schedule for the meeting, he was sopping wet! 'It really was useless to hope that it wouldn't rain. the America thought with a scowl. he walked into the meeting room and silently sat down. He shook his head a little and waited for everyone else to arrive as he air dried.  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Arthur didn't glance up as people started appearing for the meeting, instead focusing on his tea. In fact, it was his third cup since the worker gave him it. He muttered something sullenly as China came in and greet everyone, but it was too quiet to be heard by anyone beside himself. He rolled his eyes when he noticed Prussia walk in like he owned the place, again muttering something along the lines as 'you're not even a nation'. Oh, well. He was a good drinking partner. He could keep up, unlike most nations.

It wasn't until America came in and tried to slink to an empty chair without bringing attention to himself that Arthur raised his head. Well, it appeared to him that America was slinking. For good reason, too, since Arthur was rather pissed off at his former colony.

"My, look what the dog dragged in," he commented, green eyes flashing with irritation and slight malice. His eyes flashed over his soaked form, noting that he while he was drenched, he also wasn't making any effort to dry off or look presentable.  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred looked over his glasses at England and gave a quiet snort."Not my damn fault your weather sucks compared to my home land." Alfred mumbled, turning hiss head. He knew that the Englishmen couldn't hear him. He ran a hand through his hair and wondered when the rain would stop. It was damping his mood damn it!  

[Nini-Chan Desu]

When Feliks walked into the meeting there were still quite a lot of nations missing, so there were lots of chairs to pick from. Nibbling on the snacks he had stuffed into his pockets from the plane, he picked a seat and sat down.
'Looks like Toris hasn't gotten here yet...Ah, at least I, like, have snacks and entertainment to keep me busy' Poland thought while looking over at England and America too see what would happen.

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"Ah! Doitsu! Doitsu!" Italy cried as he ran over to the German who had just entered the room, "Germany~! Ve~ Germany! Guess what! They had pasta on the plane so I got to eat some on my way over here~!"

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Mathias looked around the plane for a place to sit. He didn't want to sit by himself, but he didn't feel like sitting with strangers either. That's when he saw his best friend. And luckly there was an empty seat right next to him. The Dane smiled brightly, his hangover now gone, as he walked over and sat down next to Sindre, not saying anything though.

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When her big brother offered her his arm, Belarus pounced at the offer, grabbing his arm with both hands, holding on tight, as if he would try to run away.....again.
"Let us head over there now then, big brother." Natalia said and began to walk over to the plane, her dear brother's arm in a death hold.  

[Lion-King-Loke]

England scowled, dark gaze firmly settling on his former colony. He didn't like that he was muttering things, nor the snort he had given. No, he didn't much care for the prat to be acting as if he was better than everyone else in the room; better than him, even. He had taught the lad better than that.

Arthur moved his gloves to his jacket pocket before taking the jacket off the back of his chair. He got to his feet, leaving the empty tea cup where he had been sitting, before sitting down in the free seat beside the younger blond.

"What was that, lad?" he purred, voice sweet while his eyes flashed darkly. He folded his jacket and kept it on his lap, keeping his gaze firmly on the unfortunate boy that had now became the target of his bad mood.  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Gulping slightly as Natalia formed a death grip on his arm, Ivan forced a tense nod and led her toward the loading dock of the private plane. His steps were brisk enough that Natalia would have to work to keep up, but slow enough that she could without too much difficulty.

Having to pause before boarding, Ivan was asked why the ride suddenly went from a single boarder, to two passengers. "Plans changed," he explained, motioning with his free hand to Natalia. "My sister was in town, so..." The Russian trailed off, not particularly wishing to give clarity into her most recent stalking attempt.

Fortunately, the man accepted his answer and let them board. It wasn't long before the two were sitting in the empty plane, about to take off.  

[I Spain I]

Ludwig's eyes narrowed as he finally found out just where his brother had been the night before, pinching the bridge of his nose as another sting of stress ran through him. He held back his comments, instead opting to follow Gilbert. He would scold him when they were back in the privacy of their own home, not in the middle of London.

Once at the government building, he took the umbrella back. He was a moment behind Gilbert, moving the two umbrellas to one arm, while holding his briefcase in the other.

Once that was dealt with, he entered the room and was immediately spotted by Northern Italy. "A-ah, Italy," he greeted softly, glancing around. There weren't very many people there yet, so he still counted as early. That was good, he decided, listening only partly to Italy's regular rambling chatter. "Mm, that's good," he agreed, finding a free area and sitting down. He set his briefcase on one of the seats beside him, just in case Gilbert proved too much of an issue to leave on his own. Which he most likely would, especially since France was here, too. And if Spain showed up, which was likely since the Spaniard rarely skipped meetings... Oh, Ludwig didn't want to think about it.  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred heard someone get to their feet and inwardly groaned. 'Great, just wonderful.'He thought sarcastically. He was just starting to feel dryer and someone was gonna come over and bother him! 'Why do so many uncool things happen to the hero?'He heard England sit down and ask him what he mumbled, inwardly he panicked. He turned and looked at Arthur and gave what he hoped was a convincing grin.
"Iggy, rain sucks. Real uncool weather for a hero to be in." Alfred said, letting his forehead fall to the table with a soft thunk. He refused to look up. 'This stupid weather, stupid schedule losing, stupid me saying to have the meeting here, stupid Iggy, stupid. It needs to get sunny damn it! A bright sunny day is a great stage for a hero! Not this damp, creepy rain...it fits the creepy villain, like...like...IVAN!'Alfred thought, letting his thought slip into a daydream.  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Arthur's eyes narrowed and he gave the American git a dark look. "I thought I told you not to call me Iggy. That is not my name," he muttered, glaring. He crossed his arms, silent for a moment.

Suddenly, he gave a smug smirk. "So, let me get this right. You planned a meeting in my homeland. Without talking to me about it, I might add." There was a bitterness in his voice, but his expression never changed. "But, you were too idiotic to even check what the weather would be in London?" Arthur gave a soft chuckle, lording in Alfred's stupidity. After all, it was stated for weeks, now, that it would rain today. And tomorrow. And the day after that. And pretty much the rest of the month, now that he thought about it. The American didn't even bother to check? Where, oh where did he go wrong on the lad? Nothing should have caused him to turn up so...touched in the head. So...special, in that Olympic sort of way.  

[HikariRose08]

Getting off of the plane, Kiku noticed that he was...completely late for the meeting. Cursing slightly in Japanese, he quickly entered a taxi and gave the driver the location in his accented English. The taxi driver gave Kiku an incredulous look, but did as he was told, muttering to himself about foreigners and how he thought that Kiku was a female. Trying not to let that comment get to him, the Japanese nation looked out the window, staring at the rain to pass the time. The taxi cab pulled up behind rows upon rows of traffic, which caused the driver to let out a sigh.

"Sorry to bother you, sir, but it seems we have hit a bit of traffic," The driver said, making Kiku look up, "We will probably have to wait a good ten to fifteen minutes until we can get out"

Muttering more Japanese curse words to himself, Kuki replied in English, "Ah, I see. Thank you for informing me."

Waiting patiently, Kiku pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through the numbers to see who he could call and ask about the meeting progression. Landing on Germany, Kiku had a decision to make. He would call Italy, but Kami-sama knew that he would just drown on about pasta and pizza, like usual. Seeing as that he had no better option, Kiku pressed dial, not realizing that the name highlighted was Alfred and not Ludwig.  

[_striped__wolf_]

Alfred glimpsed in the older nations direction and gave a small smile, "Tony says 'Hi.'"He said completely ignoring all that Arthur had said. So what if he called him Iggy? So what if he didn't check the weather? He just wanted to daydream before everyone arrived.  

[Lion-King-Loke]

Arthur bristled at being ignored, especially over a comment about that horrible little THING that was called Tony. He glared at the irritating git, fists clenched tight. "Why would I care what that-" he started, pausing. "Alfred, your phone is ringing," he muttered blankly.

That was foul. Right when he was about to give him a piece of his mind, the damned Yankee was saved by a phone call. 'If it's not important, I am going to hurt both Alfred and whoever the bloody hell is phoning him,' he thought.  

[Kimuri Linebeck]

Finally, he was out of the damn rain. Granted, Roderich was completely soaked -he didn't want to think about the paper in his pocket- and his temper was getting a little bit foul, but at least he was here now. And it looked like some of the other nations were wet, too, so it wasn't so bad. Then his gaze settled on Gilbert, and his eyes narrowed. He just had to be here. His piercing glare flicked to Germany for a few moments in a silent accusation, though it did not linger long and he took off his jacket -not paying any attention to the fact that his shirt was sticking to him (hell, if any of the nations had a problem with it then they could suffer with the cold or fever that would undoubtedly hit if he sat in wet clothes at this meeting. At least shirts dried quicker than jackets did)- before sitting down with the jacket folded up on the seat next to him. However, he'd chosen to sit near Gilbert, as if wanting the ex-nation to react for some reason... Perhaps he was just in the mood to liven up this dull meeting with a fight. After all, it was what he was born to do.

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Now this was just awful. As soon as the plane arrived in London, Toris had opted not to go by taxi... Which bought about some good news -the traffic was heavy, so it was a good decision- and some bad news. More bad than good. He was now soaking wet due to rain, and was being stared at... Then again, he was missing a shoe, and looked quite panicked. He looked like he'd just escaped from some asylum somewhere, probably. He swallowed, attempting to remember exactly where the meeting was... He couldn't get lost, could he?

Well yes, he could. And was. He groaned, glancing into the taxis briefly for any sign of any other nations... It'd tell him whether he was going in the right direction or not. He spotted Japan, and sighed heavily in relief, one shaky hand steadying himself against the wall as he tried to remember exactly where the meeting was. Then...

'P-payphone...' Toris had caught sight of one of those glorious (well, it seemed wonderful to him in this situation) phoneboxes. He could call someone, anyone at the meeting... He could call Feliks. That was the best idea, seeming as he doubted Latvia was there -but then again, would Feliks be there already? He was rather laid back, after all... What he wouldn't give for a map or his car right now. He scrambled into the phonebooth, before clawing his pockets empty of any loose change he had -Then realising that he didn't have English currency. 's**t. s**t...' He growled a little, getting annoyed at the way his day was going now. He rested his forehead against the reciever, sighing heavily. 'Now what do I do?'

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Yao frowned a little at Arthur, though decided to say nothing. It looked as if the Englishman wanted to explode at someone today, so he decided not to get involved. Though he did feel terrible for Alfred's sake. It wasn't as if America had said anything too untrue. In fact, it was rather true that English weather was quite poor in comparison, or so he'd heard. Something was upsetting England, it seemed, and perhaps it was not the best idea to get on his bad side today. Or maybe it'd be a good idea to sit with someone much more intimidating. Ivan. Yao now found himself praying that Ivan sat with him. In fact, he'd do anything to escape the angry Brit's wrath right about now. It seemed as if a few of the nations today were rather... Angry. This wouldn't bode well. 'What's the matter, Arthur...? You seem a bit... Bitter, ahen?' Oh dear. Perhaps it was best not to say anything, but Yao found himself attempting to distract Arthur whilst Alfred would be otherwise engaged in a phonecall.

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Sindre glanced up at Mathias with a little smile, silently very pleased that he'd decided to sit with him. He wasn't sure entirely whether he should express such a thing for fear of being quite creepy. Rather, he decided to ask about the nation's welfare. 'How's your head...?' He asked in a gentle, quiet tone, remembering that Mathias had been the victim of a hangover earlier in the morning. 'Feeling any better, by any chance...?' Without thinking, he reached to brush his fingertips across Mathias' forehead, frowning a little. 'You don't feel too warm, luckily.' The remark was thoughtful. Or was a hot forehead the sign of a 'flu? He couldn't remember so well.

 

[Lion-King-Loke]

Arthur tensed as China called him out, turning around to face the man further down the table. He trembled with anger, furious at even having to be here when he'd rather be at home, nursing a hangover. Then, France had the gall to try his ill mind-games and rile him up before fleeing before Arthur could relieve any anger through the Frenchman's pain. Then, America started acting all brassy when it was his own damned fault they were even having this meeting. Also, he ignored him when he was telling him such. Now, China was getting in the way of him telling off America? Oh, this was too much.

Glaring coldly, he scowled. "Bugger off and mind your own business," he snapped.