The Asylum ~ ✖Hetalia2P✖ Accepting!

[Caseal<3]

Spain grimaced glaring at Romano, he tilted his head back slightly as to not be chocked by the wire, he glared eyes annoyed, "I didn't say directly to your face that 'You' were boaring." He growled.

[England~Kun & Kowaii]

The Italian smiled and purred. "Oh? Then what were you referring too?" he said, pressing the wire a harder.

Prussia looked as his hands and sighed. He didn't even notice the girl he bumped into. "S-sorry!" he said, seeing Surda.

[Hornz]

((Ooo~ I should~ *evil grin*))


{. Arthur Kirkland .}
A sick grin crept its way onto Arthur's face when he heard the door of Alfred's room shut. Pushing himself up off the bed, he giggled demonically. The Brit stood up, moving to crouch on the floor. He searched under the bed for a good minute or so before producing a bottle. The only form of label this bottle had on it was a danger sign. He wasn't going to kill Alfred — what fun would that be? — but he had no problems with drugging the American and having his fun. Of course, Arthur wasn't going to do what Spain did. Besides, knives are more fun anyways. He went into the kitchen and got the reamains of a salad. Dumping the contents of the bottle all over said food, the Englishmen went to Alfred's room. He set the bowl on the ground in front of the door, knocked once, then went back to his own room.

[Caseal<3]

Spain glared swallowing as he pressed the wire to his throat. "I was referring to this place In general, n-not you." He snapped with a heave trying to pull the wire away.

[England~Kun & Kowaii]

Alfred yawned as he say on his bed, reading. He loved books and learning, and was actually quite smart. He heard his stomach growl and cursed. "Dammit.. Why am I hungry? I ate a piece of celery! Well, a little more won't hurt.." he said and heard a knock. He grabbed his bat and opened his door. "Huh? A salad?" he looked at it. He picked up a leaf and smelt it, then tasted it. "Well, Gil might have left me this... Plus, it doesn't taste like anything." he said, starting to eat more of it. He stopped when he felt a little dozy. "dammit! I was so naive!" he said, falling to his knees, the world around him slowly fading away.

He smiled. "Really? Good, because I don't expect my little play toy to talk back to me~" he purred in Spain's ear then kissed him, still not letting go of the wire.

[Hornz]

{. Arthur Kirkland .}
After a good ten minutes or so, Arthur left his room. Venturing down the hallway, he smirked when he saw the completely unconcious Alfred. Giggling, he dragged him back into his room, locking the door and tossing him on the bed. The pale blond dug strands of rope out from under his bed which seemed to hide all his evil things. Tying one foot to one bed post, one foot to the other, and doing the same to Alfred's hands, Arthur hummed softly to himself. It had been a while since he had done something quite like this. Sitting against the bed on the floor, the Brit let his head fall back against the American's side as he waited for him to wake up.

[England~Kun & Kowaii]

The American groaned as he slowly opened his eyes, but closed them again as sharp light hit his pupils. "What the..." he tried to rub his neck, he released he was bound to the bed. This got him awake. "WHat the hell?" He tried to pull from the ropes, but the held him securely. "Arthur!" he roared. "I'm going to f***ing kill you!" he said, as he noticed pastel colors and a Cheshire grin.

[KumyaKuma]

|Surda|

"What the h€ll?! Watch were be a ya goin'!" I snapped at him, -my accent that I tried to hide- coming out in my anger. I stood up, yanking my sword out of the floor and glaring at Prussia. "Damnable!" I sworded rapidly, adding a few more worse cusses and swears at him while waving the blade in his face, narrowly missing from poking his eye out. Not that I would care much if I did.

[Hornz]

{. Arthur Kirkland .}
By that time, Arthur had gone back into the kitchen and gotten the knife from before. He was still grinning wildly as Alfred woke up, though, his grip tightening on the handle of the knife. He shifted his back against the bed, not even turning back to look at the obviously pissed American. "Struggling will only make it worse, Alfie~" The Brit stood up, gazing down at him. The Cheshire cat grin widened as he ran the sharp end of the knife against his cheek. "An eye for an eye...~"

[England~Kun & Kowaii]

Gilbert instinctively put his robotic metal hand in front of his face, hearing metal clang. "I-I said sorry!" he hissed quietly and defensively. "I didn't mean it.."

Despite what Arthur said, Alfred kept pulling on his ropes. He felt the ropes dig into his skin, and his arms getting sore. He then tried his legs, which were also pinned to the bed. "Dammit!" He yelled in frustration and flinched as Arthur ran the knife along his cheek. He winced as he felt something wet drop from his chin. Blood.