The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

"Oh gosh... That's up to you!" Plover replied with that happy grin of his. The only thing to show from his earlier fight was a bruise or two on his pale skin. Ah but he didn't care. His grin simply grew as he heard the voice. "Brilliant! Your here Allen!" He said happily with a sing-song voice. As he spoke he stood up and stretched before bending down. He grabbed onto Arthur and hauled the man over his shoulders, leaving his legs to drag. The 'original' Brit seemed to be on a different planet as his eyes stared at Alfred blankly. He made no protest to Oliver's actions. Heck even a stupid grin had come onto his face.

[katie;]

"Hm... in that case... let's keep it a secret for now!" Emma exclaimed, giggling once more. Although, much like how Oliver sounded when he giggled, she sounded crazy and... demented. Glancing over at Allen, the blonde grinned. "Oh, cool! You're here now, too! Well, isn't this quite the party?" the blonde said enthusiastically, a devious and crazy look in her oddly colored violet eyes. She fixed the bow on the front of her sky blue and black striped dress, then quickly adjusted her white short sleeved cardigan. The entire time, though, she didn't let go of the two knives she was holding onto, her grin never faltering.
Katie looked around at everyone, her hands shaking slightly. This situation was not good at all. Each of their counterparts were here! Now what were they to do? It was only her and Alfred now, and she didn't really like those od

[witchcrafting]

// I added two other forms ^^ And Matthew won't be captured yet!~

Matthew Williams
Male|19|Calm|With; N/A

Matthew walked down the hall. He was making his way to the world meeting of course. The young Canadian heard a bit of commotion and began to wonder what was happening. Matthew didn't really want to get involved but as a few figures came into focus, he stopped in his tracks. "I... I should just turn back and w-walk away... Shouldn't I.." The young Canadian said to himself. He pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, adjusting his grip on the polar bear he held in his arms. The Canadian boy wondered if he was even noticed, and he would a bit glad that he wasn't as he listened in on the conversation.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones
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The American looked from between the two- one holding a gigantic baseball bat with nails battered in every nook and cranny- and the other having a murderous sing-song voice. He couldn't tell which one was more odd. And now the 'real' Arthur slung over his counterpart's shoulders, a insane smile twisted on his face as stared straight at him, his mind was somewhere else. Now this was weird. The Brit barely smiled when he was conscious, and definitely not when being dragged along by a pastel bow-tie wearing man. The blonde blinked, anger growing as he frowned at them both. Did they think they could just push them around? "Why wouldn't I be?" Allen replied with a smirk, clopping a hand on America's shoulder with a dark grin. "Yup. I see you got caterpillar brows in the bag, Oliver. Now how will we handle these both, Emma?" His sunglasses shifted on his face as he looked to Katie and Alfred. The 'real' America clenched his teeth, unsure of what they were talking about. Why where they here- and who where they all? Alfred's bright blue eyes dimmed as he heard a Canadian accent further away. What if they got his brother too?
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[.Yin.]

Oliver pursed his lips, looking as if he was in deep thought. It was obvious Arthur wasn't himself as he let the comment on his eyebrows slip by. That was certainly a rare thing. Without caring Oliver let his counterpart drop into the ground again with a thud. "This lad isn't going anywhere so I might as well help you lot!" The words floated from his mouth as he bounced to stand on Allen's side. "You know I always like to eat before fighting. I assume you the same?" Oliver had his eyes on Alfred. "Of course you do. So, fancy a cupcake?" Of course a very strong sleeping agent was in it but who needed to know? He pulled a cupcake - seemingly out of know where - and held it out for Alfred to take.

[katie;]

Emma furrowed her eyebrows slightly, seeming to ponder on what they should do to their 'real' selves. "Hm... I'm not sure, Al. And Ollie, put away your damn cupcakes for now," she said, before a small idea popped into her mind. What if they convinced Alfred and Katie to eat one of his cupcakes? Giggling quietly, she bounced over to the Brit, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Do you think we can figure out a way to convince the other two to eat one of your cupcakes? I know they're drugged," she whispered so lowly, it was nearly inaudible for even Oliver. The blonde pulled back, smiling wickedly at him and the American.
Katie watched the three of them with a slightly frightened and unsure gaze, then glanced over at Alfred, as if asking him what they should do, or for that matter, what was going on. The brunette turned her attention back towards Emma, Allen and Oliver, her eyes narrowing as she saw her counterpart whisper something to Oliver.

[.Yin.]

"Golly, it's like we are related! That's exactly what I was thinking!" That toothy grin was almost enough to make the drugged Arthur flinch. Or maybe not. The man was still gaping at Alfred with what appeared to be a open-mouthed smile. All the same he shoved the pastry he was holding into Emma's hands before grabbing another.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred made a weird face. Usually if he made a comment like that to the tea-loving Brit, he would end up with his nose broken and/or worse. But instead Arthur remained indifferent, a smile on his face as he hit the ground with a sickening crack. America felt his stomach knot at that, glancing uneasily at all the members in the room. That was when the freckled faced one named Oliver jumped over to him and asked him if he wanted a cupcake, his voice bubbly and his accent thick. Unusually, he pulled one out of no where, one that was swirled pink and dusted with blue sprinkles. Well... they did say this was a party, right? And he was hungry after all. So, blatantly he extended a gloved hand with an eager expression. Alfred took a huge bite, crumbs falling down his face as he chewed the cupcake thoughtfully. Right when he was going to thank the pink-haired man, he dropped to the floor next to England in the same position, the sleeping agent making his eyelids droop instantly, his bomber jacket crumpled as he fell. Allen just snickered.
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[witchcrafting]

Matthew Williams||Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matt

The Canadian let out a quiet sigh, he really had no idea what to do. He noticed Arthur on the floor, but stayed silent. A squeak escaped his mouth as something or someone touched his shoulder. Matthew turned, and began to back up. "M-mother of maple..." The quiet Canadian said. His 2p, of course, decided to sneak up on him. "You seem surprised to see me..." The "Fake" said with his much lower, quiet voice, as he blew a puff of smoke from the cigarette he had. "I-I am..." Matthew replied quietly. The real Canadian worried, backing closer, and closer to the group behind him.

[.Yin.]

Oliver dropped the cupcake onto the ground as he went into a giggling fit. Though it didn't last long. Meh turned, narrowing his eyes. Who was that? And why was he with Matt? Well, who cares! Matt was here! That was all that mattered! "Cheerio, Matt!" He waved to the Canadian. After a moment it clicked in his head that the other must be Canada - or Matthew - the 'real' version of his son.