The End? V.2 ( Hetalia Rp )

[shaymin202]

Paige
I sighed and soon found my glasses,"thank god I found them or I would have been blind." I said and laughed. I then noticed that I was really in a jail cell," what the heck...?" I looked around and soon spotted some keys that were about three feet away from the cell on a hanger. I sighed again then found something that could come in handy a stick. I smiled," no time to get myself out of this prison. I walked towards the bars and slipped my arm through along with the stick. I was so close to getting the keys,but almost lost the stick. I had it holt tighter and got the keys. I sighed in relief, I grabbed the keys and slipped them into my pocked so no one could see that I took them and put the stick in one of the other cells. I walked over to the door and held onto the bars," hey someone let me out of here!!!'" I yelled trying to get so attention and trying to see if someone would have the heart to lot me out.

Paige
I didn't see anyone so I took the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I smiled," that was easier than I thought." I said aloud before looking around. There were tones of other prisons," god how many people could be here?" I asked aloud. I continued to walk until I saw this girl behind the bars like I was. I walked over to her,"hello, and who might you be?" I asked her,

[Dethuma]

Paul looked at Yao with a bored expression, "Yeah whatever," he replied grabbing a rusty blade of the shelf and lazily burying it into his shoulder. The red head boy pulled up a chair and sat in front of the Chinese man, "Can you tell me about my counterpart? Or anything about your world?" he asked pulling down on his hat.

[katie;]

(( Just bumping this up so I don't lose it in my sea of bookmarked topics. ))

[yatty]

(I'm sorry for not posting for so long!)

Alfred F. Jones
Alfred nodded at Josephine's answer, as he expected it would be too painful to have to relive that horrible experience and revisit such a dark place full of bad memories- though also good, as Josephine has found Lily there as well. From the young girl's description, she sounded a lot like him, a bit careless at times, though always wanting to set the best example and rise above everything else. The American looked up with wide eyes as he looked to Josephine's runny eyes, fingers gently clasping a tissue to dry away fallen tears that had dripped down her cheeks. She was offering for him to become apart of their family. The loud American then heard Flavio squealed and clung to his arm, seeming quite pleased with the idea in having another brother. Alfred would admit it was a bit impressive that he could go from sad to happy in less than seconds. But the blonde really only wanted to go back to how life used to be, just hours ago. Alfred liked the life he lived then with the rest of the countries, being free to do whatever he liked to. But- how could he trust the people who had planned to kidnap them all and bring them here, to a prison? They were going to torture his friends, and Alfred did not want to be apart of a family like that. The American was torn- as Josephine did seem to really want another family member, and she did seem to have all the good qualities of a parent, but he was more loyal to his friends. "I know you seem like a capable mother, Josephine. But I don't think I could accept your offer. I have my own family, and I do not want to be locked up in here for the rest of my days. I refuse to see my friends have to suffer the same fate too." He spoke, balling up his fists as he looked straight ahead. "Let us all go." Alfred spoke firmly, knowing it was a bit demanding, a bit reckless in his situation, but he and his friends could not stay here much loner. Not if the 2ps were going to hurt his friends. He didn't think all of the 2p's were bad people, no, because they really were not. But they have all contributed in locking up all of his friends and that bothered him. He looked up to see Paul, who looked horribly like Peter's 2p. It sent a chill down Alfred's neck. At that moment he heard someone being thrown to the ground- or kicked down, judging by the force used. The blue eyed man whipped around, seeing Allen and Charlotte, who had fallen onto her hands. His counterpart had just forced on handcuffs to her wrists. "Hey! Leave Charlotte alone! If you just try hurting her I'll come over there and send you all the way back where you came from!" The bomber jacketed man yelled at the brunette.

Allen F. Jones
Allen's devilish red eyes seared, like a kindling red hot fire as he listened to Charlotte, spitting angrily. "I'll remember that. You'll see what it is like when you don't listen to me, and it ain't a pretty sight. Why do you assume that you actually have the power to stop us from doing anything at all? If I were you I'd keep that mouth of yours shut." The brunette replied, sunglasses sitting at a tilt on his head. He knew that she would crumble soon. Speaking out like this just wasn't something in her nature, Allen knew, she was nervous of what was to come of her. Oh how he loved to just trigger a good reaction out of them. Or anyone really, it was his best form of entertainment. He lived to strike fear into the hearts of his targets, and he was doing just that. Horrible ideas furled throughout his mind. How exactly would he get a good scream out of this shy girl? Threaten her friends some more? 'That'd get a good reaction outta her,' Allen thought with a cutting edge smirk. He'd think of something better later, with all the commotion and ruckus the 1ps were making the American couldn't concentrate at all. Who was he kidding? He never put his mind into anything he did (no matter what it was), or thought before he acted. The brunette always got himself into rough and sticky situations because of this, but it wasn't like he cared. Allen did things his way and that was that, simple. His choppy and messy footwork followed along behind Charlotte, nudging her with his elbow each time she slowed or slacked in her pace. "We do take everything to the extreme, sweetcheeks. I have a reputation for that." The counterpart spoke gravelly as he kept his heavy nailed baseball bat balanced on the middle of his shoulder. The red eyed man crooked his head to the side as Charlotte looked to him, a beginning of a surprised look forming on his lips mixed with a snarl at her words, but he knotted his fist in his jacket, as he realized her vicious look go slack. He listened- a look on his face that made it appear that he was only half listening, or not interested, but he still payed mind to her one request- even though it didn't much look it. "Mainly it is because we're takin' over your universe. But why not? It's pretty easy really, this isn't the first time we've been here. Locking you guys up is the first step, and then everything else is made much easier for us. We do what we're told. It's just that you were the ones in our way during this whole operation. We could have locked you guys up like this and taken over years ago." Allen boasted with a whistle, looking to the girl as she gazed down to the dirty shadowed floors. The arrogant brunette did not hear the words she whispered, instead he kept his fierce gaze forward and held a firm hand on the girl's arm, making sure she had no means of escape. He watched absently as she yelled in complete shock and surprise, cuffing the handcuffs around the girls wrists in blind anger. He didn't pay any mind to Alfred's threat. Allen didn't want to gaze at the nail marks left in his arm from the tip of Charlotte's nail beds, in response he just stood and waited for the girl to right herself, noticing the small watery tears that lined her eyes from his harsh treatment. He felt no sympathy. The American was about to bark out another insult or something of the sort, when a sharp, thin object pricked the back of his head, falling to the ground. Right at his feet. The red eyed man spun around, huffing as he stepped on the bobby pin. A few ways ways away from him stood Ella, holding a... hair band? "You! Get over here!" He growled, devilish eyes flaring with rage as he darted in the direction of the girl.

[Black-Cat771]

The girl's expression didn't change to be any happier, in fact, it only saddened a bit more. "don't worry Flavio ... i didn't forget about you, sweety ..." she murmured softly, opening her arms a bit for the Italian if he wanted her to give him the proper attention he deserved, after being so caring toward her, and even willing to accept a 1p as his brother if it meant it made her happy. She then gazed to Alfred, more tears pricking at her eyes. "... if i could ... i would ... if that meant everyone of us could be just like a big family ... but im not the one in charge ..." she said weakly, "i simply follow what im told ... if it means keeping the family i have here." When she heard him scream at Allen, she clenched her teeth slightly, her eyes being hidden behind her bangs. "... don't you dare hurt any of them ... you can yell at me, hurt me, threaten me all you want ... but don't you dare threaten my familia ..." she hissed softly, sadness still dripping in her voice as she remembered the word for family that Flavio had taught her long ago, a little bit after she had first arrived with the 2p's all that time ago. She never really used the word because she was used to speaking more generally to all languages, and since English was the most well known language, she often used the word 'family'. It could just be that since she was mainly speaking with 2 people right now, that she used the closer term 'familia' as she was more family with Flavio then she was with Alfred. "do you think it's easy ...? all of us being hated for just being ourselves? ... do you? ... every family has it's up's and downs, and you may have your family - but that gives you NO right to threaten or hurt mine!"

[katie;]

Charlotte merely remained silent for a few moments as she listened to Allen speak to her, the sudden wave of anger and boldness already beginning to wear off. There was no doubt about it - she just wasn't the type of person who was able to hold a grudge, let alone be angry for more than just a few minutes. Of course, that was one of her fatal flaws. She was much too forgiving and easygoing about everything, and it often ended up biting her in the butt after she forgave someone, regardless of what they have done. Everyone had their breaking point, and hers was watching her friends being threatened. Despite the fact that she was pissed for a few minutes, it wasn't in her nature to remain that way and she always cracked within a matter of five minutes or less. Shaking her head again, the girl's now soft and emotion-filled hazel eyes slowly shifted upwards to look at him. One thing that inwardly intimidated her about him was the fact that she felt so short in comparison to him, and it made her feel like a helpless child. That's pretty much what she was, though. No matter what she did, she could never get herself out of bad situations, unless she was talking a person out of doing something. The only strength she had was mental strength, and that's all. "I know, I know... you don't have to remind me," she said quietly, her eyes trailing downwards so she could stare at the cold, unforgiving floor. Falling silent, the shy, timid girl stumbled ever so slightly each time he nudged her as a signal to pick up the pace and did as he silently told her to do. As she thought about her outburst, she began to feel awful for what she said to Allen. Though it was unacceptable for them to be doing something like this to them and it was wrong, he was a human being, too. And she wasn't too pleased with the fact that she had said so may nasty things to him. The guilt of what she said was already beginning to get to her, and when she couldn't take it anymore, the tears that had been pricking at the corners of her eyes built up as she added onto her self-loathing thoughts with the guilt. Now, if anyone ever questioned how pure and innocent she was and didn't think she was like the human version of an angel, this was a sure sign that she was just about as angelic as they come. There was no way that anyone would be able to feel guilty for saying what she did to one of the second players and regret every single word they had said. Taking in a shaky breath, the tears threatening to leak from the corners of her eyes were released and began rolling down her cheeks. "I-I... I know you do," she said, her voice sounding like she was on the verge of having a breakdown. Truth be told, she was also really terrified of what he was going to do to her, but she had already accepted her fate. Listening to him speak yet again, Charlotte merely shook her head and worked up the courage to speak again. "W-Well, that much I'm aware of. But... was this really the only way for you guys to achieve your goal?" she asked him quietly, glancing up at him quickly and sniffling. After she had fallen onto her hands, she glanced up at Allen with her now slightly red and puffy hazel eyes. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have done that," she said under her breath out of pure habit and instinct. Standing up properly, she took no notice to Ella quite yet, but instead looked at Alfred. Shaking her head, her light brown hair swooshed around slightly from side to side as she did so. "Alfred, no. It's okay... don't worry about me, I'll be alright," she said, making a pathetic attempt at giving him a reassuring smile. But anyone could see through her façade - she was scared beyond belief, there was no doubt about it. Hearing Allen yell at Ella, she turned around and saw that she was standing there, holding a hairband. What had she done? Her eyes trailed downwards and she scanned the floor, quickly spotting a bobby pin. Eyes widening, she realized that she must have shot it at the American trying to drag her away. It seemed that he was extremely pissed off and in an attempt to make him stop, she darted after him and when she finally got ahead enough, she turned and stopped in front of him, trying to block his path. "Please, I told you... you can do whatever you want with me, just don't do anything to her," she pleaded quietly, her eyes filled with desperation.

(( Long post is long... Thirty full lines of small font on my laptop. Sorry. ;w;
If I'm missing anything, I also apologize for that! owo *shot* ))

[EllaAniMine]

((Guess Who's Back Back Back Back Again!
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Ella forced her breath out in a whoosh, to dramatize her feigned surprise. "Whoa. I am SO scared. The hair on the back of my neck is standing up." She looked very patronizing and shuffled forward a few steps, locking her fingers behind her back and hop skipping and jumping just a bit closer. "Who me? " She pointed to herself, faking surprise. "Right here?" Jumping just close enough to touch the toes of their shoes before jumping back. "Or was it here? Or maybe," She hopped to the side. "Here? Or was I right?" She jumped back in front of him, about a step away. "Here." Charlotte stood between them, and Ella sighed. "Charlotte." Ella spun her friend around by the shoulders, and in a shady and ill mannered two step took her friend's place. "Sorry Hun, this is my tango to dance." The caring expression falling from her face, Ella looked back to Allen and smirked. "Do you know how to Tango? You look like the type of person that knows how to Tango." Making a small spectacle of swaying her hips while moving with steps if Latin precision, Ella hummed a Tango song and stayed just out of Allen's reach. "Livin' la vida Loca, huh? Oh, don't be a spoil-sport." She chastised.

((I feel like this came across very sneaky and deceptive.
I like it. We're keepin it!!))

[.Yin.]

{im getting rid of he rule. No not order. }

Yao's eyes stretched wide as he felt the blade sink into his shoulder, only just managing to hold back a scream. Though as he felt his tissue tear he couldn't help it and did indeed release a pain-filled wail. He hadn't meant it to be loud. He was sure the others in the cells could hear him. He looked shakily at Paul. "I'm not telling you anything, aru." He growled through clenched teeth.




Flavio gave Alfred a light smack on the head at the man's answer. He released the American, mouth slightly agape, as he observed his 'mom'. His earlier sadness hit him once more and he only just kept his own tears back. When she turned away to yell at Allen he let out a snort. "Hey, stupido, you know we can't help it. We can't help our tendencys. And if we don't do as we're told... Hell, we could be killed." The Italian said in a low voice, seeming to be serious for once in his life. "I know I diserve something like that. The others don't." He looked away from the American, blinking as he was offered the chance to use a child as a model. He hesitated, biting his lip. He looked from 'mother' to the other 2P and slowly shook his head. "No. I'm going to decline." He grunted. He was probably going to be locked up with the 1Ps for this. "I don't think we should be doing this..."

[Dethuma]

"Why not?" Paul yelled very child-like, "I just want to know about your world! It's not like I can go over there," he whined removing the knife and throwing it on the ground looking for something else to make the Chinese man talk.

[.Yin.]

He bit down on his bottom lip, wanting to nurse his bleeding shoulder very badly. But he couldn't as his arms were still restrained. He watched him shakily. "I'm not telling you anything, aru." He repeated with a shaky breath.