APH RP (Hetalia Club members Look here!)

[Madame Butterfly]

Sweden shook his head. Then he walked to the front and to face Ludwig. He was a bit taller... the German country had to look up, which was a rare occurrence.

"France is 'n 'oliday." Su-san said simply. "Thank y'fur the cake. 't was good."

Germany blinked. Who was this country, and what did he think he was doing? ... oh, it was one of those Nordics.

He forgot--France hadn't shown up at the meeting because he was on some secret vacation. AKA, it appeared; he'd made plans for evading them, at least for a little while.

That sneaky, corrupt...

He sighed. He'd pay him back for the pink bikini later.

"Berlin, Prussia, everyone," he said, "We're going to wait until he gets back. And, no. Italy you can't come." If the paste-brained idiot came, he'd ruin everything.

America and Georige pouted. They liked fighting... :C

[Lore-heika]

Romano sighed. Darn, he had been looking forward to France's fate. The Italian sat back down, drifting into a daydream, mostly involving tomatoes and his home country. Oh great, now he was imagining things? Cursed Germany... How he hated this country... "How long is this dinner going to last?" he grumbled, slightly bored and disinterested. If things didn't brighten up soon, he would leave. He needed some time away from a huge crowd.

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Prussia frowned. "Ah well. He had enough smarts to leave beforehand, I guess.". He sheathed his gun back into it's holder and stole a bit of cake from the table, grabbing a handful into his fist and eating it like that. "Heh. The cake is good, though."

[::madlyhazel]

New Zealand sighed, "Well that's too bad, I was really looking forward to beating the crap out of him. Well, her's your gun back." She tossed the gun to Germany and then headed for the doors. "It's gonna be a long trip back to New Zealand, and I'm not staying at a hotel tonight. Bye." She walked outside into the chilly air and she grumbled to herself, "If I get hit by another car I'm going to be in a worse mood than I already am, and that would be terrible. She headed down the sidewalk, away from the restraunt.

Hungary sighed with relief. She didn't want these countries going on a rampage with guns. She then looked around and asked to no one in particular, "So, are we heading back to the hotel now?"

[ピコのネコ]

Italy sighed to himself. "I know I'm weak, but I want to help--" Italy then noticed that the other countries weren't paying any attention to him at all. Italy walked over to a sleeping Japan. "Ah, Japan?" said Italy nervously, trying to wake the man up. He poked and prodded Japan on the cheek. "Do you think I'm weak? Am I really dumb?" asked Italy, shaking in his own boots. Once Japan was finally awake enough to respond, he said, "How would you expect me to answer that?" The tone seemed very cold, in Italy's mind. Italy now knew that it was time for him to keep quiet and let the other countries go about their own business...

[Madame Butterfly]

"Guys, guys!" Germany sighed. "We just have to wait until he gets back. Now, please; help yourself to some cake. Then you can go about your own business."

He wanted to go see his dogs. They needed to be fed and walked, and soon.

He grabbed a chunk and shoved it, manly-like, in his face.

<3 Yum

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Georgia grabbed a bit of the wreck, enjoying it. Almost as good as his own baking!

"Well, it's over now... whoever you are," he told Romano helpfully.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary sighed, "Guess not." She stood up and walked over to what little cake was left and picked up a small peice of it and put it on her plate. She sat back down and took a small bite of it. It was pretty good, but then she remembered even though this part of the cake didn't land on Prussia, it didn't feel right to eat it. She spat it out back onto the plate and mumbled, "A fenébe, Poroszország."

(((A fenébe, Poroszország means... copy and paste in google or bing translator. It's not that bad... When you do paste it, it's going to be a little off.)))

[Lore-heika]

"Hm. South Italy," he responded. Without awaiting any more unexpected events, he stood from his seat and began to leave, gazing out the doors at the open space before him. Oh, sweet open area... No more crowds. Grazie, Dio...

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Prussia gave a little grunt of satisfaction. "Well," he said between mouthfulls of cake. "That was one h*** of a dinnet party! Wish they were like that every conference!"

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Finland turned towards Sweden, rubbing tiredly at his eyes. "Wamt to go back up to the room?"

((Last post until tonight...))

[ピコのネコ]

Italy stood back, watching the other countries eat the cake. "Ve~...how could you eat something so tasteless?" he said quietly. He wanted somebody to pay attention to him. He hated the feeling of loneliness, even if it were just for a little bit...

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Japan marched over to Georgia. "Ah, umm...weren't you supposed to teach me how to eat potatoes?" he asked. Now that the current situation has pretty much died down, Japan really couldn't remember what was going on.

[Madame Butterfly]

"Oregon, my bro, was suppose'ta," Georgie grinned, 'But he's still ahsleep." (Oh dear. He's getto/proper southern/redneck all in one now...)

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Sweden nodded. He had been sleeping peacefully earlier anyway. He reached out for Finland's hand, shyly--yes, this is the same Nation who wondered if his "wife" wanted a pink bikini--and then walked up to the room.

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Germany got a stab through the heart when Hungary spat out the cake, and then again at Veneziano's comment. Hungary's remark made sense and soothed his wounds a bit.

He went over by Berlin to pout, as discreetly as he could.

"We should leave soon. Drag Prussia, and we'll walk to the hotel room."

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary just poked the cake with her fork until it became a icing covered much. She shivered and pushed it away. Hungary was probably the only one whp heard poor Italy and she turned to him, "It's not tasteless, just tainted because of Prussia." She said this loud enough, hoping that Prussia would hear. They sort of had a little game where one would annoy the other... if you could call it a game. She smiled at Italy.