The Asylum ~ ✖Hetalia2P✖ Accepting!

[Todd.]

Ethan blinked, "or cheetos..." he added frowning and slid into the kitchen with her. "let's go find them!!"

[Monster.]

Enfeild frowned at his frown and tried to make it into a smile with her fingers "please smile" she said softly

[Todd.]

Ethan blinked and giggled, he smiled, "right right!" he chuckled and backed a little.

[Monster.]

Enfeild nodded slightly to him " are you related to muster Russia?" she said softly

[Todd.]

And his smile faded, "hum..." he blinked, "perhaps" he said, "do I look like him?" he tilted his head.

[Hornz]

{. Arthur Kirkland .}
Arthur sighed lightly for the third time. "So you hate me because of what I like to eat and what I wear? And because of a nickname I gave you?" Blue-and-purple eyes narrowed. "You don't realize how stupid, conceited, and shallow that is, do you?" The Englishman's voice was cold and cruel without any hint of his regular tone. Without a second thought, his fist gripped the knife tightly and he slashed Alfred's good cheek with it. The cut this time was deeper and longer than the other one. "And I hate you because of that — your sh***y personality. No wonder everyone hates you back! I'm surprised I managed to like you for this long!" Turning his back on him, Arthur flicked his wrist, sending droplets of blood flying.

[Monster.]

Winfield tilted her head at him "I don't mean it as a bad thing but ur nice and he's not really nice but you do look like him"

[denji3884]

{Joining as my OC. Will post form in a second.}

[Todd.]

Ethan blushed, "hum...i-I am...." he frowned slightly and sighed softly, "hum... Thanks I guess" he said softly on a whisper before going to find salty things to eat.

[England~Kun & Kowaii]

Alfred narrowed his eyes, but smirked at the angry Englishman. He could see his bushy eyebrows furrow and smiled in contentment and triumph. Although he wanted him mad, he didn't really no if it would help his situation, being tied up and such. He arms started to ache as he gave another tug. "Stupid, conceited, and shallow? I'd take that as a complement~" he said sarcastically. He definitely didn't see the knife coming, however. The slash went deep in his cheek, and before he could even gasp and knew what hit him, the knife was gone, leaving a bloody streak across his face. He grimaced at the pin, but somehow managed to not shout out. "What the hell was that for?" he said, his breath shaky, short and weak.

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