The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

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

"Oh, know body in particular." Oliver responded, looking as if he wanted to do anything but this. "Oh, and, the boss is a bit cheap so think of these as your uniforms! Clothing won't matter after a while. Some of us... Well we have a taste for blood. To quench we will be taking turns torturing you all. So soon all that will matter to you is the fact your still living. Then once our plan is complete we will probably uh... Oh, look at me, rambling on. I've said to much " Oliver finished with a giggle.
Arthur was listening, as well as taking his sweet time. Soon his shirt and jacket lay discarded next to him. Right he swam shirtless - no big deal. It was the bottom part of his body that he didn't want exposed. With a sigh he pulled on his new attire, the green shirt flopping to cover his pale and scrawny stomach. It was clearly to big on him but he didn't complain. "Alfred, toss over some under garments, would you?" he then stared with disbelieving eyes at Oliver. He was a former pirate how did they expect to get away with this?

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The blonde tuned in on what Oliver was saying, drinking in every last word. Torturing? A taste for blood? It sounded like one huge nightmare Alfred was living in. Or one of the story lines of those horror movies he stayed up until midnight to watch. Oliver's giggle sent a small shiver along his spine. What was their plan? He didn't even want to respond. He would figure out their plans, no matter what. The loud American dug through the pile, picking out a few comfortable items for Arthur to wear. "Here are thy pantaloons," he chuckled, pitching them over to the brit before tugging off his soiled dress pants and garments, and swapping them with a new pair of jeans. He even pulled off his shoes again to change them, the memory of the tickling making his mouth turn sour as he quickly pulled them back on, looking away as he folded his tie.
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[keyitt]

Pikati

" I'll get rid of Keyitt and Aki . For once !" He giggled insanely . The boy was nuts talking and rambling to himself . He looked back and smiled " HARU !" He squealed jumping up and down . " Haru Honda , brother come here !" He ordered sharply for once .

[.Yin.]

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

"Your an idiot, you know that?" Arthur snapped at Alfred, deciding to ignore Oliver's bone chilling words. He looked away very quickly indeed as Alfred undressed, his blush deepening to his dismay. Once he was sure the other was clothed he awkwardly started to fumble with his own pants to get them off. As he kicked his pants and underwear to the side he acted quickly to pull on another pair. He proceeded to narrow his eyes at the fast-food lover. Something didn't feel right with him. Sure being in a place like this would upset anyone but it couldn't upset Alfred. Not in the slightest. The American never got upset, right? In fact if he remembered correctly he hadn't seen the man come close to frowning. Not since he was a young child that is.

Haru Honda
2P! Taiyo
Gender;; Make // Age;; 13 // Crush;; ---

"What are you doin, Pikati? That you need me for I mean. Whatever it is it sounds fun. Does it involve killing? Oh it always does with you. " The boy clumsily bounced over to his older sibling. Was that mascara smeared on his face though? And lipstick? What about that obvious eye liner?

[keyitt]

Pikati

" Hunt down Kobe and bring him here little brother , you can do whatever you want then do a torture till he dies " he snickered hugging the other boy and then doing his insane giggle "And if you don't you'll become cat food brother , I think Killum wants a chunk of Haru delight "

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred looped around a buckle to his pants, chuckling as he did so. "What, I'm the idiot? I'm just being polite!" He insisted,though there wasn't much anything 'polite' or 'gentlemany' like in the foolish blue eyed character. "Okay, well that was fast. I'm done changing Oliver!" He called, to empty minded to tuck in his shirt at the moment. The clothes were pretty beat up too, Alfred guessed Oliver's and the other counterpart's boss really was cheap, as the bubble-gum haired man said. Alfred eyes glinted on his fallen glasses, thrown in the corner of the jail since the fight with Pikati. "Hey! My glasses!" He cheered, picking the pair up and inspecting them. One lens was broken, still it was glad to see his trusty spectacles, even though in reality he didn't really need them in the long-run. He slipped them in his back pocket of the denim jeans, waiting for the others to change. Alfred wondered what the 2p's plan was really all about. Just keep them here all their lives? Torture them to death? He had no idea. But he wasn't at all going to let any of that happen.
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[.Yin.]

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

"Then hand your old clothes over or be punished!" Oliver hummed, opening the cell door a bit. Arthur simply threw his clothing at the man, making the 2p stumble as the fabric hit his face. "The day your polite is the day Matthew gives up maple syrup." Arthur snarled at Alfred before plopping himself on the floor again. "Alfred, your glasses. Hand them over." The Brit commanded, noticing the crack.




Haru Honda
2P! Taiyo
Gender;; Make // Age;; 13 // Crush;; ---

"Your so mean! But I'll help you! I mean, how cute is it that my big ol brother need little old me to help him!" Haru said with a hop. He proceeded to study his hands. "So when do we go? Do you even know where they live?"

[witchcrafting]

// Oh my gosh!~ I need a recap!~ So sorry for not role playing for a while!~

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American looked over to the brit, his lower lip jutting out as he thought about parting with his glasses. He lifted them out of his pocket with a dejected with drawl of air. He handed the glasses over to the counterpart, picking up his tan buttoned and fastened uniform and pants, and reaching out from the bars to place it on the stack of clothes. His breath hitched as he turned to his old bomber jacket- the one was never seen without. He really had to part with it? What was a hero without his uniform? His bomber jacket was something he cherished, and now he had to give it up? American picked it up loosely, his mouth set in a straight line as he passed it reluctantly to the blue eyed man outside the bars. You couldn't tell his eyes were blinking away the sadness that curled in his stomach, his face never wanting to show the emotion, he was always strong. "Matthew loves his maple syrup, I know that." Alfred said with a small smile, running his fingers through his hair. "Ugh. Thinking about that is just making me hungry."
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[.Yin.]

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

Arthur watched from his spot. He new immediately that Alfred was very saddened to give up that stupid jacket of his. This only made his anger rise. How dare these 2ps play with their emotions like this? There would be hell to pay when he got out of here that's for sure. In the mean-time night as well be a thorn in their side. "Uh, Oliver, behind you." At Arthur's words it was clear to see Oliver was slow in the head as he turned to look. There was nothing there. Arthur just wanted a distraction. He closed his eyes, focusing his attention on a certain object. As Oliver's attention was away from the clothes he started to mutter a incantation under his breath. His hair seemed to sway as a tiny wind picked up. It was clear he was in deep concentration as he preformed his little bit of magic. Just like that Alfred's bomber jacket seemed to levitate from its spot on the pile and float right over to its summoner. Arthur opened his eyes and quickly shoved the jacket behind him to keep it from the 2ps view. As Oliver shrugged and left with the clothing Arthur let out a long tired sigh. He was obviously tired and worn out. Such spells drained a lot of energy.