The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[katie;]

(( Okay, thanks you guys! But.... I still don't want to post yet. My inspiration levels are really low. *shot* ))

[.Yin.]

Oliver Kirkland
2P! United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; ---


"Stop it, stop it, stop it!" The Brit moved to shove the other away. "I love when people laugh with me! And tickling insures it! Plus just think about it. It can be humiliating plus it is awfully torturous after a bit. Though all the same I get to punish the American! You can do whatever you want to my counterpart. Just no killing!" After the rant he returned to untying Alfred's shoe.


Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

Arthur was steadily growing red. He had managed to tilt his head to see what they were doing to Alfred. It was uncomfortable but he wanted to see out of natural curiously. When he saw the knife he install started to try and jerk himself free. He was about to snap and release his bottled up anger. Their plan to figure all of this out settled in the back of his mind as he started to trash, straining his muscles in a effort to break his restraints. "Damn it, if you hurt him I swear I'll - This was followed by a number of swear-filled threats.


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[yatty]

( Your welcome Katie XD )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The blonde gaped, Oliver's words pummeling his eardrums. His sense of torture was very smart, indeed, and he obviously knew what he was doing behind that murderous smile. Alfred looked to Pikati, his eyes forbidding the boy to try and do anything to Arthur, a hostile expression set with fierce determination. America felt a weight lifted of his feet, seeing his shoe had fallen to the stone grounds, banging to the floor loudly. His shoulders moved to the side, turning his head to Arthur's and seeing him lifting up against the weights. Had he forgotten the plan? Trying to let him know it was alright, he gave a little thumbs-up even though his arm was still attached to the table by chains. It was a little effort, but he was worried that if Arthur thrashed for too long he would hurt himself with those overbearing restraints. He knew the brit was ready to burst in anger of all this, so the long string of curses were predicted by the American easily.
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[keyitt]

Pikati

His eyes watered up , and he started to sniffle " b-bu-bu-but Ollie I can't torture one " he made himself looks cute and helpless at this point and started to bawl

( sorry short post )

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

Arthur was panting, catching Alfred's signal out of the corner if his eye. This was the only thing that made the red fade from his cheeks. He became aware that the Americans life didn't seem to be in danger anymore. He gritted his teeth and stopped struggling. His wrists and ankles were now pounding with pain though he gave no sigh of it. He stared, balling his fists, as Oliver began to try and tickle Alfred's foot with the feather. He was just readying himself for that familiar obnoxious laughter. "You may torture Arthur or know body at all." Oliver replied, making Arthur narrow his eyes.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Jones' suppressed a small kind smile to the brit, seeing he had caught the signal just as he guessed he would. But then his foot was attacked with a feather-light feeling, making his blue eyes widen. It probably did not help that he was ticklish, so immediately he dissolved into booming laughter, the laughed he used all the time was now forced in his ribcage. Alfred would have doubled forward in uncontrollable chuckles, but then again he was bound together. His face was full in color now, his eyes almost screaming for the pink-haired counterpart to quit. His blonde hair stuck to his forehead, his one wild curl sticking up straight as he tumbled over himself in laughter. "S-stop!" He said in between, though he was not directing that sentence to the tickling torture he had to endure. It was when he heard that Oliver tell Pikati to torture Arthur, that is. "No!" He coughed angrily, eyes squeezed shut as another wave of laughter bubbled away.
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[.Yin.]

Oliver Kirkland
2P! United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; ---

Oliver ignored Arthur starting at his actions and glaring daggers at him. "I'll stop. Once you lot have learned your places!" The Brit simply figured the lad was talking about his form of torture. He continued, sitting back on the floor as he settled himself into a more comfortable position. "Gosh, your feet are awfully stinky!"

[keyitt]

Pikati

He skipped over and then giggled wiping the tears away . His red eyes lit up and and lifted his knife going to stab Arthur in the arm " Oh cutie too bad I missed !" He giggled with delight. He turned to Alfred a psychopath look was in his eyes " The funs only beginning !!" He squealed .

[.Yin.]

b]Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred[/b]

Arthur flinched, turning his glare on his torturer. "If you hit me, I assure you it'll be the last damned thing you do." He snarled. Sure, he meant it, but he seemed to forget that he was restrained.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American felt tears rising up, getting teary eyed from laughing too hard. He just couldn't stop. He grimaced with each exhale of air, his red face highlighted by the lights shining directly on the tables. He locked eyes with the cold eyes of Oliver, trying to respond to his comment about his smelling feet, but soon felt his arms loose their strength. His head spun to the side just in time to see a knife raised just above Arthur's forearm. His face screwed up in a sudden jolt of rage, his arms seeming to regain their strength again as he clawed to get up from the table. He was still sputtering out uneasy chuckles, but his face was clear in frustration and fear. He didn't care if he had to launch himself out of the restraints now, the blood was roaring in his ears as he tried to think. "N-o! S-stop! I swea-r!" He yelled, trying to see if the british nation was alright.
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