The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American beamed, his bomber jacket still crinkled from the commotion. "The hero always needs a big appearance!" He proclaimed, his fist pumping the air. Alfred thought hard, staring above to the cracked stone ceiling. "Well, before we knew it, you kinda got injected with a needle by the cupcake-smelling guy, apparently named Oliver. You had this smile on your face too, and I swear it gave even me chills. Then a girl came named Emma, and she looked a bit like Katie. She was terrifying. And then some guy came who looked a lot like me. I think his name was Al or something, and he had this baseball bat covered in nails. Also, right before I passed out I heard Matthew. Then the last thing I remember is swallowing one of Oliver's cupcakes, and waking up here." America rushed, rambling about the recent events with a distant gaze. "The cupcake tasted good though." He admitted sheepishly. He turned to face Pikati staring at them madly, as if guarding them, and then to the Canadian and Katie sitting farther away. "Matthew, Katie, you're here! I have no idea where we are at the moment," answered the American officially, his eyes downcast and his tone deflated.
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[.Yin.]

"About time you two decide to join the party." Arthur called over to Katie and Matthew before returning his full-on attention to Alfred. He didn't look as if he believed him. Though then again he did remember bring tackled by a cupcake smelling man so the others story had to be close. "I do remember that cupcake man claiming to be my 2p... Whatever the hell that is. When I asked him he only said that he was I in 'another color'. Bloody ridiculous is wot I say." He looked away from America at the sound of another voice. As he studied Pikati he realized something. Bars were separating them from the strange boy and the outside world. This realization was greeted with a curse.

[keyitt]

Pikati

He giggled like an insane girl . He stood up and slipped into the cell , and the boy skipped over to Alfred and Arthur " You guys are funny sleep talkers " he chirped . He hid a knife behind his back , then the boy stood up and called his sharp white teeth gleaming in the dim room . " OLLIE CAN I START ?!" He shouted now the knife gripped in his hand so probably the two cloud see it . Then Pikati's red eyes landed a pon Matthew " Perfect prey " he thought excitedly

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Jones sighed, noticing the thick steel bars separating them from the outside world, only a chilly draft rustling through the American's hair. "I have no idea what's going on, 'another color'? I wonder what their intentions were." His leather gloves squeaked as he rubbed them together. "The freckled faced one always talked of your bad mouth, I guess he was right," the American recalled as he heard the british man curse at the sight of their prison. A half-hearted smile swept across the blue-eyed nation's face, hoping they would find a way to figure out what happened. Looking to the bars again, Alfred surveyed the area. But then his face lit up, and immediately he went digging through his pockets. Not finding anything, his heart dropped. "They stole my cellphone- how are we going to call for help now?" Whispered the blonde urgently, not wanting to alert Pikati. But then a shadow lurched over the group, the boy was eyeing them with a glinting knife in his hand. Alfred's breath caught in his throat, not wanting to provoke the attacker.
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[katie;]

(( Sorry, but really slow, short replies start now. ))

Katie blinked once more, her vibrantly colored eyes seemingly glowing at the moment as she gazed at everyone. "I don't know... but they're our counterparts - they're the complete opposite of us, and they're also known for being somewhat, or completely, insane," she said quietly to the American, her eyes flicking around the room. Flinching back as she heard another voice, she stared at Pikati. Scooting back slightly, she stared him down. Even if they were in a horrible situation, her confidence was sky-high, like it usually was. Finally averting her gaze, the brunette looked over at Alfred, watching him with a different expression - even though she radiated confidence, she was still really scared, and you could tell just by looking into her eyes.

[yatty]

( That's fine cx )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred knew Pikati was calling for the pastel-colored man, his eyes flashing as they darted between all the other members in the group. Now was the time to be heroic, he knew. He wanted everyone in this room to make it out alive. Carefully, without breaking eye-contact with the boy, he slid a foot over enabling better position. Swiftly he made the subtle movements of bracing for attack, silently checking in with the others as he did so. Out of nowhere, the nation sprung out at the attacker and clasped his arm, moving his hand up to block the knife away from harms way, struggling to distract Pikati from slicing at anyone. As usual, the American didn't think the plan all the way through.
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[witchcrafting]

Matthew Williams||Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Arthur, Alfred, Katie, and Pikati

Matthew looked around the jail-like cell they were placed in. "2p? I only remember behind kind of frightened by someone who seemed to look like me but wasn't really me... And them I saw three others before being injected with something..." The Canadian retorted quietly. "I did see you three on the floor as well before I was knocked out myself..."

[katie;]

Katie's eyes lit up as she thought of something, right as Alfred was beginning to make a move. Patting down on her boots, she mentally praised the lord that thy had been too stupid to check her for weapons. Reaching into her boots, the brunette pulled out a gun and a fully loaded clip, shoving the clip into place with a click. Taking off the safety, she jumped to her feet and aimed her gun right in Pikati's face.

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred ( Pins if you don't ship UsUk lemme know and I will change this! )

The nation scowled at the Americans comment directed towards his language that might be a little foul. He didn't understand why that comment was needed. He didn't ask he idiots opinion, did he? However his thoughts quickly strayed from this. "Counterparts? So does that mean that the Oliver bloke is me in a way? Crimeny, that can't be true. You see accroding to Alfred his cupcakes were tasty. My opposite would be a horrible cook." He hissed to Katie, taking a step back from Pikati. His mouth had gone dry at the very glint of the cold hard blade. He was very aware that with one swipe he could be dead and gone from this life. He didn't plan on that happening yet. He was the United Kingdom for crying out loud! He wasn't going to be beaten so easily! He was lost in his own thoughts and didn't notice Alfred attacking the crazed boy until he had the other in his grasp. He face-palmed and mumbled something about him being a 'twit'. A look of relief then entered his green eyes as he saw Katie's weapon. Perfect! They were saved! His heart dropped as he then heard a now familiar voice. "Oh, Pikati, did you say something...." As the freckled man appeared his voice trailed off. "Wot did I say? You can only play with them when they are sleeping! We haven't checked them for weapons yet or changed out their clothing!"

[yatty]

( Oh thats fine! It's my otp XD )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The brown bomber-jacketed man's glasses dropped to the floor in the fight, hearing what the green-eyed brit said he cringed. England's cooking has always been a bit off, not many had the courage to say it straight to the fierce nation. It would make sense Oliver would naturally have a love for baking if we was an opposite of themselves. His thumping heart-rate slowed when he saw the shiny gun pointed directly towards him and Pikati. It seemed to show that Katie had the sense to bring a weapon with her. A look of comfort slid over his face, knowing they had a weapon of defense. Soon Oliver's higher-pitched voice flooded through the stale air, and a cold sweat developed on Jone's forehead. There he saw the polka-dotted man, appearing behind the bars.
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