The End? V.2 ( Hetalia Rp )

[EllaAniMine]

"Well yeah, Ella shrugged. "I guess Feliciano is cute, but he's not really what I'm into." Ella stood up at the mention of Luciano's personality. "I feel like Luciano is just emotionally distant. I suppose it sort of comes with the territory; I might be wrong, but I've seen 'The Godfather' enough times to know something fishy when I see it. Rather than get involved it's easier to order someone else to do it." At the mention of Germany's uptight attitude and the inquiries placed upon her Ella chuckled. "Ludwig is... Very professional. He usually has his hair neatly combed back and... Well obviously he looks a lot like you, minus the huge scar which, if it isn't inappropriate to say, makes you look both aloof and dashing all at once. He's pretty much always been a stickler for rules and junk, I guess I never really questioned it. I visit from time to time, and the house is immaculate, which is better than I can say for my place hidden off a dirt road with a half mile between me and my neighbor and enough knick knacks, afghans, canned fruits, and venison to make you think I really am over two centuries old and not as young as I appear." With a gentle nod, Ella slowly worked her way back to eye contact. "And dogs. Two dogs. Had a cat once, but I think I lost it. It was a mean old thing, and terribly misnamed. Never name a cat Angel, you'll jinx yourself."

[zombles]

"Luciano's just a little lost, he just needs someone to help him," Lutz yawned, picking the lint off of his sweater. I mean, who doesn't like sweaters? Especially ugly ones, those are great. "I still look better though. I can't imagine myself with 'neatly combed back hair', but thank you, I appreciate the flattery." He stopped commenting to listen to the rest of her description of his counterpart. "Rules are stupid, rules are meant to be broken but he sounds like a bunch of fun to drive up the wall. Plus, this 'Ludwig' won't be able to do anything about it so that just makes it better." Lutz shoved his hands into his pockets before grinning and attempting to slick his hair back. "Do I look like him now?" His grin was gone in a flash replaced by a frown. "I imagine he's not a fun guy. He sounds like a stick in the mud. Like my older brother. Though Gil isn't the most happy person, Ludwig sounds better then him." A frown flashed onto his face at the thought of his brother. All of the other second players forgot he existed at one time or another and his self-esteem was pitiful... Hmph, and he was pretty depressing too.

[EllaAniMine]

"Oh, the least fun." Ella agreed, laughing at his attempt to look like Ludwig. "I guess you kinda look like him, but it's better if you don't. The world only needs so many sticks in the mud." Searching for a moment, Ella furrowed her brow slightly. "You have a brother? What's he like? Anything interesting to share?"

[zombles]

Lutz's grin flashed onto his face for moments before ruffling his hair again to get it to it's messy style that probably best suited him. At the mention of his brother, he took a seat again since Ella wasn't really bothering him, and it was nice to talk to someone who actually listened for once. He didn't care whether she was a first player or not, people were people and it's kind to listen. "I guess. His name is Gilen, but I just call him Gil for short since it's easier even though he doesn't like when I call him that. He sounds a lot like your Ludwig, he's very professional and business-like. He has messy platinum colored hair and reddish pink eyes with a bunch of scars on his face. Gil's not a very fun person to hang around though, but he taught me well growing up, but he's obsessed with military conquest. Everything was about invading people and taking over their governments, I just never understood why anyone would want to do that. He's debby-downer and whenever I'm happy, he's such a pessimist and points out all of the sad things. I don't think he realizes, though." Lutz sighed, closing his eyes to think of memories of him and his brother. "He's been depressed his whole life and is constantly sad. But he also like following the rules and commanding people, he's strong and silent. Gil doesn't have very self-esteem though and I think he beats himself over the way he raised me." The German shrugged with a soft sigh.

[yatty]

Alfred F. Jones
He listened to Charlotte as she let out a strangled sob, a wave of sadness overtook him. The American definitely did care about the well being and safety of Charlotte, as he had known her for ages, and she was always a very sweet and kind girl. "Leave her alone! All these threats don't make us fear you!" He yelled at the brunette who so cunningly grinned at his success in scaring the living hell out of the poor light haired girl. Alfred looked to Josephine, hearing her edgy voice made his skin crawl. He did not like this at all. "Chains don't suit me- or anyone here, silver or not. We have rights- let us go! Why are you keeping us here?" The blonde shouted in his echoing tone, revolting against the girl's wishes, narrowing his eyes in another stare down as she looked to him as if daring her to answer his question. He bit back a retort at her comment, averting his gaze past her to Flavio who spoke. Whatever this 'makeover' was, Alfred could tell it wasn't good. "Professional? I highly doubt that." He grumbled crossly, chest heaving as Allen threw his door open carelessly. The blonde heard Yao shout, and without thinking he started to bolt to the cell door, thinking that it was his last chance to get away. But Flavio was too quick as he drew the metal cuffs from his pockets and enclosed his wrists to his back. The American thrashed his arms, in hoping of breaking away, though his hand still throbbed in pain as he did so, causing him to stop short with a hurting expression. Alfred huffed and looked up from his now slouched position to see Lutz talking to Ella, who he had noted looked a lot like Ludwig, landing on his face with an 'oof' as Flavio toppled him towards the dusty ground of the dark cell. The fabulous blonde sounded enraged after hearing an insult about his brother. 'For future reference: never insult Luciano in front of Flavio.', Alfred reminded himself. The blue eyed nation angled his head on the floor to gaze up at Josephine as she smirked, clenching his teeth with a vexed glare in his eye. He tried kicking to right himself up, but ultimately failing he laid there with his head slightly resting onto the chilled floors. He tensed as Charlotte yelled from her cell, but he expected it in the end, knowing how fiercely she would protect her family and friends, though in the end it was something completely not expected, as Charlotte was known to be very shy and careful about her words. She was making a stand, and Alfred was proud, yelling a "Yeah!," in agreement at the hazel eyed girl's words.

Allen F. Jones
Allen looked back to Charlotte's cell, his proud glow still etched on his face as he looked to the teary eyed woman sitting in the back of the cage. It didn't take long however after a few threats were thrown out that she began to yell accusingly at them. It took him a second to think- 'where the hell did this come from?' Allen just looked at her with a plain expression on his face as tears dribbled down her cheeks, noticing how tight she was clutching to the metal cell bars locking her away from the rest of the world. The thing was that Allen knew that he was a heartless, sick and hopeless person, a little part of his brain just accepted that information. It was basically his new normal, as he always acted in such vile ways. He didn't really much care to think about others anyway, as he was as arrogant as could be. To him the 2ps weren't pathetic at all. This was normal for them. Allen knew he, Flavio, Lutz, and Josephine could take every one of the 1ps down without a struggle, with their strength and experience, along with their weapons the few counterparts would be a cinch to rid of. It was that feeling of authority that felt so good, having power. "You call us pathetic, huh?" Allen smirked icily and rolled the bat around in his hand, already striking up a devious plan. "Then tell me who is the one cowering in the corner of their cells, crying, screaming, like a big bunch of babies? You are all worthless, useless, while we carry out our orders. Quit your whining and your woes, it won't ever help you in the end." He barked sourly to the light haired girl and lifted his sunglasses to rest on top of his head as he turned away. "Who are you calling an idiot?" The brunette turned sharply again as he heard Yao's voice as he spoke to Felicity, swinging his bat in the direction warningly. The red eyed man nodded to Josephine, smirking as he planted the bat to rest by the soles of his shoes. "I'm thinkin' of bringin' her too," he said and shot a look in the direction of Charlotte. Allen picked from the keys until he found Charlotte's cracking open the door. "So now you and your friend Ella can come along with me to this 'party', how does that sound?" He said snidely as he grabbed her by the arm, making sure she had no way to get away as he trudged towards Lutz and Ella. "How's it crackin' Lutz, whats the talk about?" He asked in his overly direct, confident tone.

[.Yin.]

He highly doubts? Highly doubts that he was a professional? How dare he?! Flavio turned around rather fast, cold eyes locking in Alfred once more. "Who's not a professional, amore?" He stepped right into the cell with the American. He aimed a kick to the other makes manhood. "I still send designs out. They still get accepted. You know that weird Feliciano? I designed his clothes. Or what about Arthurs attire? Or this bomber jacket of yours?" He was breathing heavily until he seemed to calm down in a snap, a smile over taking him. "Ah, well, best go ahead and teach you a lesson!" He moved to grab hold of the others arm in order to drag him along

[shaymin202]

Username: shaymin202
((shes the OC))
Name: Colombia / Paige
Gender: female
Age: 18
1st or 2nd player: 1st player
Personality: adventurous, daredevil, she loves to try new things, loves being around people, kinda bubbly, kind, a little shy, she can be cocky at times, other that that meet her.
Appearance: http://www.ezimba.com/work/141015C/ezim ... 173300.jpg
Relationship Status: single,but she has a crush.
Other: she's tariff iced of Russia or anyone who acts or looks kinda like him...

Username: shaymin202
Name: Oliver
Gender: male
Age: 23
1st or 2nd player: 2nd player
Personality: 2P! England is portrayed as being polite, energetic, with a willingness to make anyone smile. He doesn't tend to take insults lightly, either being angry at himself from a blow to his self-esteem, or angry at the offender for being very rude.
He prefers being nice and a gentleman to everyone, including those considered his rivals or even his enemies. Though he can lose his temper against them easily. He can also be seen as a bit of a cry baby, instead of being angry towards someone he may burst into tears if he feels they were being a bit to harsh on him or if they got mad at him.
2P! England can be very sentimental, and even understanding. He feels strongly about situations, and is very optimistic. He constantly has a big smile on his face, being a bright, kind person.
He hates it when people swear, and refuses to do so himself. As a result of his hate of cussing, he has a 'swear jar' in which people have to pay money if he hears them swear.
Appearance: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Oliver-326137479
Relationship Status: single
Other: nope

[katie;]

By now, Charlotte was done with crying out of fear - all she was doing was suppressing her feelings of fear, and she was locking up those feelings in order to stand up for herself and her two friends. She was already under the mentality that her life was worthless, so it wasn't a big deal if she got hurt. Nobody cares about me except for Alfred and Ella, and they're the only ones who would miss me if I was gone or would get upset if I were hurt, so there's no use in holding back to protect myself - it's now or never, she thought as she gripped onto the metal bars of her cell tightly. For a brief moment, she let go to wipe away her tears which had stopped for the time being. The horrified look in her eyes was still there ever so slightly, but now her hazel eyes were filled with the fiercest look she's ever given someone. This was completely out of character for her - this was a completely different side of her personality that took over when she had to stand up for what was right, even though she almost never stood up for herself or others. In this situation, though, she had to do something. The other second player's words became much more distant as she stood there, clenching and unclenching her hands into fists. Right now, the personality she was showing was merely temporary, and she was sure it would crumble the very second that Allen dragged her out of her cell. Gritting her teeth together, she watched Allen, that fierce look still in her eyes and a dead serious expression plastered on her face. "Hell yes I call you people pathetic. If you think I said something else, then you seriously need to clean your ears out or something," she said, narrowing her eyes at him. "We may be crying, we may be scared, and we may be quaking in our shoes, but at least that shows that we still have our humanity. You, however, have nothing. You disgusting excuses for human beings are the very definition of human trash, whether you want to believe it or not. I know that you all have vile, sick ways from what I've heard from others, but this? This is a low blow. I cannot believe that you idiots have the audacity to do something like this," the light brown haired girl spat out sourly. Watching him take the keys and start unlocking her cell, she let go of the bars and simply accepted her fate. "Go ahead. Take me to the 'party.' I'm one hundred percent positive that you asshats are going to try to do something awful to us. But you know what? I don't care. I'm worthless, and this world would be no different without me if you found out a way to actually kill me. Nobody would care if I was gone. So go ahead and just try me. Oh, and by the way, you need to get rid of that annoyingly arrogant tone," she said. It was like she had totally... snapped. But her real personality was sure to come back very soon. As he roughly grabbed onto her arm, she instinctively wrapped her hand around his arm as well and instantly started to dig her nails into his arm as roughly as she possibly could.

[Black-Cat771]

The girl's eyes grew dark, and partially shadowed by her bang's now as she watched Alfred. She had drowned out all other voices except Flavio's and his. She walked over, seeming to have not cared about anything he said. She soon sat by his head, and picked it up ... Instead of slamming it onto the ground like she normally would to anyone else, she placed his head on her lap, now gently petting his hair. "You remind me so much of ... her ..." She almost said sadly, but was more distant then anything else. "... She didn't listen to moth ... And got hurt one day." She murmured, her eyes now completly shadowed as a saddened smile crept to her face ... A tear streaming down her cheek. "But don't you worry ... If your a good boy, mommy will keep you safe ... Okay? ... If you keep being a bad boy, then mommy will have to punish you ..." She murmured, her voice now matching her smile. It was obvious now - due to the reminder of her 'change' through Alfred's actions, she was somewhat going back to her roots, offering a chance of kidness, which if turned away, would make her snap back to her more cruel side. Her voice was trying to sound soft and gentle, but at the memory, there was obvious signs of sadness, loss, and regret for whatever had fully happened back then. "... If your a nice boy ... Mommy will be nice too ..." she said finally, slowing down her hand motions on the boy's head, and just resting it there.

[.Yin.]

He huffed, sitting at his 'mothers' side. He looked rather jealous but new better than to speak about that. "...we still are giving him a makeover, Si?" He asked hopefully, trailing a finger along the ground. "Though, mamma, I've been thinking. This 1P looks kind of strong. What if we brain washed him and have him work for us?" He suggested nonchalantly, leaning against the woman.

{ all accepted, sorry }