The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American skidded over to the left, trying to get ahold of the weapon. That thing was an accident waiting to happen. Blood from Arthur's arm flashed in his eyes, the stick grazing the forearm of the brit. The American glanced from behind him, trying to come up with a counter attack besides cursing the counterpart out. Which, would probably not better their problem right now. He tugged on the end of the hockey stick, the sharp jagged ends of the wires curling around the weapon snagging the cuffs of his jacket, trying to get it away from the eerie 2p.
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[witchcrafting]

Matt Williams||2p!Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matthew, Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

Matt ducked, dodging the punch that came straight for him. But it was a mistake. The Canadian fell forward when Alfred grabbed his hockey stick, but didn't let go. "Trying to get my weapon away from me? Really? Does that seem like a good idea to you?" Matt frowned, shoving the Hockey stick forward, trying to use the wires to his advantages. They could cut anything, and human flesh was one thing it could rip through. "I would think you would be smarter than this, Alfred..."

[.Yin.]

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

Now the Canadian was distracted. Perfect. He narrowed his eyes, thinking quickly. He needed to act while he wasn't paying attention. Magic! He could use magic! But what spell? He didn't know any fighting spells... Plus he didn't have his book so he couldn't look them up. Oh, bother. With a shake of his head he dove at the man from the side, much like he had done to Allen.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American yanked on it once more, the barbs pricking his fingers as he attempted so. Well, if it worked with Allen, it would work with Matt right? In this case, not. The Canadian seemed to have a lot more common sense. The wires bit into his side as it was thrust forward, Alfred rotating to the side. This seemed to be a distraction, as now Arthur had the perfect chance to lunge at the Canadian. The 2p's had another thing coming, they were more sturdier than they looked.
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[witchcrafting]

Matt Williams||2p!Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matthew, Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

Matt suddenly let go of his weapon when the Brit had lunged and tackled him. He had rolled over onto his back, now looking at the Brit from the floor. "You're smarter than you look... Hell, never thought you two would get me onto the ground." The Canadian retorted. He had no weapon, but he aimed a punch at Arthur's face, hoping he would get a hit on him.

[.Yin.]

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

"Wow, really? It's funny, I don't really remember asking you." Came the bitter reply. He moved his head just in time, dodging the punch. "You know," a punch was thrown, "i don't really," he aimed another hit, "think you lot should underestimate us."

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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In a split second Matt had fallen down, trapping the brit by rolling over. Alfred had no time to waste, seeing the large weapon skid away from the two. His blue eyes looked around quickly, trying to spot where it had gone. Now that the Canadian had let it out of his clutches they could use it to their liking. Suddenly he found it, knocked under Matthew's feet. The American picked it up roughly, the raw cuts from trying to handle it before causing difficulty. But he had no difficulty swinging it around temptingly at the 2p. Alfred grinned proudly as he saw Arthur throwing punches. "Dude can party!" He yelled, running forward with the hockey stick, wavering it across the ground as if the counterpart was a puck.
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[witchcrafting]

Matt Williams||2p!Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matthew, Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

Matt just let the Brit hit him. What was he going to do? Matt just grinned. "I didn't underestimate you completely." The Canadian replied, pausing. "You're stronger than you look, Brit. With the help of the American as well." Matt mocked the two. Probably not the best idea at this point. Now that the American had his Hockey stick, he frowned a bit. Using his own weapon against him. How fun that was going to be.

[.Yin.]

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

Panting, Arthur stopped throwing the punches. It didn't seem to be doing any good. "My name isn't 'Brit'. If your going to address me you will call me Arthur or England." He demanded, struggling to free himself. Alfred had the weapon. Great. But what if the American missed and hit his friend instead.

[keyitt]

Keyitt

He laid as limp as a ragdoll as more purple blood trailed from his mouth " Help .." He uttered quietly as if he was still a quarter awake .

( Sorry short post )

Pikati

He slapped Aki hardly in the face before punching the boy in the head . He growled " I mean it's either come with me or death knocks at your door " his eyes where now a vibrant red as he giggled " You will my pet " he sneered under his breath