The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

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Alfred F. Jones
Alfred looked to Kuroha, blinking as he looked back to Elizabeth who clearly looked very confused. She seemed to be remembering Konoha. The blonde remembered what Konoha had first said to them as they had invited him into the store where they were hiding in. Elizabeth did not remember him, therefore she could not see him. She didn't remember him because of what Arthur had told her, but maybe now her memories were starting to recollect. Alfred held the girl firmly as she began to cry even more now, patting her back as he glared at Kuroha behind his glasses. The American clenched his teeth as he spoke. Whatever he had shone to Arthur must have hit him home, because now the Englishman couldn't even dare look at him or Elizabeth. The blonde noticed how Kuroha faltered as he spoke in his vicious revengeful tone, though then he stumbled. Alfred looked to the small girl, his eyes wide. Had she remembered? Was Kuroha just this other side to Konoha, whom he tried to fight down though could never stop? The blue eyed man narrowed his eyes at the thought as he looked to Kuroha, a few pieces of his hair going back to white. Konoha's hair color. "Konoha! If that's you speaking to us, you have to try and stop Kuroha! Please!" The American pleaded, wondering if he was even speaking to the boy. Alfred looked to Arthur and his lips tightened. "A-Arthur!" He called, balancing Elizabeth upon one arm as he tried to pry one of Arthur's arm's away from his other. "It's okay, it's okay Artie we'll find a way! Elizabeth, try reasoning with Kuroha. He will only listen to you, maybe we can get Konoha back. You remember Konoha- right?"

[Black-Cat771]

The girl continued to sniffle and cry a bit. "i ... i can only see tiny bits of him .. a-and he's very blurry, l-like static." she sniffled. She then tried to calm down enough to hear what Alfred asked, her, tensing up a bit. "i i don't know if i can ... b-but i can try ..." she whimpered, now looking to the static buzzing form in front of her, only a few bits and pieces of him showing, like the white strands of hair that peeks out from the static. "K- ... K-Konoha?" she whimpered softly, head slightly sinking into her shoulders. "w-where ... w-were you ... all this time?" she asked.

The boy looked up slightly toward her, upper face shadowed and covered by his bangs. "w-where ... was i?" he repeated. " ... at the house ... u-until you came back ... even after you forgot me ... i was still there ... like a ghost." he hissed softly, almost pained by a deep wound.

[only Elizabeth see's the static since she's slowly remembering him - like wiping snow from the ice, you see little bits of whats underneath until you dust it all away. ]

[Black-Cat771]

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