APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

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Latvia took a large gulp of beer from his cup, as he limply flailed about, his noodly limbs wrapping around Saxony's shoulder. In another colossal swig, his fourth beer was finished. "Dude, you gonna finish that?" he asked drunkenly, pointing vaguely to Saxony's beer. Before the boy could answer, Latvia was already gesturing for the bartender. "Dude! I'll take a round of vodka for me and the boys!" he called out in an unusual tone for the commonly timid boy.

[Katgirl75]

"S-shopping?" Shopping with Poland usuallymeant him trying on embarassing clothes that either were skirts/shirts. "Okay.." Liet was not able to say no to his friend, no matter what he'd get sucked into..

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Russia took his time reaching his house, despite New Zealand practically spriniting there. He did, finally, make it, pulling the key from his pocket opening the door.
He was greeted with silence. Ivan walked into the kitchen to get some ice for New Zealand injuries.

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America smiled quirkly, taking the vodka the bartender set beside him and chugged it. It burned the American's throat as he drank it, but he didn't mind. It was alcohol, after all.

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Latvia knocked back a large swig of vodka, it's forceful ammonia-like taste taking the drunken nation off guard. "Oh man, how does that commie drink this stuff for breakfast?! He's flippin' insane!" he bellowed, despite his apprehension to it's "unique" flavor, Latvia proceeded to chug the rest of his cup down in no time flat.

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Poland grinned and hipped up from his comfy spot in the grass. He lept the fence like it was a hurdle, and proceeded to sprint towards his house. Oh, how eager he was to just view all those wonderful blouses! And the skirts were rather nice too! He quickly slipped on some (adorably purple) shoes, and stood at his front door, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was quite excited!

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New Zealand immidiately headed for the couch, sitting down and letting out a small sigh. She looked around, frowning slightly as she took in her surroundings. It wasn't all that colourful, nor very homely. Looked like she'd just have to deal. She gave a small shiver as she slipped off Russia's jacket, draping it over the back of the couch. She gave a glance over her shoulder and at Russia back in the kitchen. He was awfully quiet... Ah well.

[Katgirl75]

"I dunno, man! That commie's messed up!" Alfred yelled, swallowing hthe rest of the vodka eagerly. That would've been his fifth drink tonight. He wasn't totally slammed, but he still felt drunk. He was already tipsy.. A drunk America was an interesting America.

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Lithuania grumbled, hoppingbover the fence like Poland had done. He took his time getting to where Poland was, snatching his keys off the counter and sliding his shoes on. "Let's get this over with." He walked out of the house and to the car tiredly.

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Russia grabbed a bag and put some ice in it before wrapping it in a towel. "Here." He plopped it on New Zealand's lap before turning up the heat a bit. Not for his own sake, mostly for Hari so she didn't freeze.

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"A couple more shots over here, buddy!" Latvia wailed, waving his arms wildly to get the bartender's attention. The man turned over to face the two drunken nations, a disapproving look on his face. "Don't you think you've had enough?" he groaned. Latvia grimaced sourly. "Are you kiddin'?" he shouted with an angry wave of his hand.

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Poland seemed to have the exact opposite personality to Lithuania at this moment. He hopped into the front seat with a grin, turning on the car with a rather enthusiastic smile. He gave a small, girlish giggle, and revved up the car. He put on his seatbelt, and was soon driving forward. He went at a decent pace, and hummed along to the pop song that trilled out on the radio.

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New Zealand grunted for her thanks before placing the ice carefully on her neck. She winced at the cold feeling, but dealt with it. It was rather soothing, though a little painful. She let out a long sigh and leaned back, continuing to look around. "So," she muttered, "What're we supposed to do now?" There weren't too many options, from what she could see. The house was plain, and still fairly chilly. What WAS there to do in such a place?

[Katgirl75]

America chugged two of the shots placed before them, feelingbthe cool liquid trail down his chin and drip on his shirt. Yethe had no feelings of stopping anytime soon. He whooped and hollered, standing up on his barstool and singing extremely off-key, to a song that wasn't even playing. He'd end up having no idea what happened later on.

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Lithuania tried relaxing, humming the catchy song that played loudly from the radio. He tapped his fingers against the window in rythm, nodding his head. Maybe shopping wouldn't be so bad after all..

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Russia shrugged to answer her question, leaning back in his seat on the couch. "I guess.. Anything?" He was tired, but sleeping may cause New Zealand try and escape, which would cause him to be infuriated with her. And nobody needed that.

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Poland messed with the dial a little bit, turning it to a silent channel, before plugging his IPod in. He loved the day he bought the attachment for the car. He went through his music, before selecting a playlist with American pop artists. Ah... He loved this music in every way possible. He hummed a little bit before turning his attention back to the read. Many would call him feminine for having such tastes, but, really, he didn't mind.

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New Zealand rubbed the ice around a little more before sighing. Well, that had been practically useless. "There has to be some thing we can do while we're here. don't you have any games? Or books? Or anything?" She didn't want to have to be stuck here without any sort of entertainment. That would absolutely bore her out of her mind. "Hell, I'll even go for storytelling, if it comes to that." Not that she had any interesting stories, in her mind.

[beekind]

Berlin approached the bar without making so much as a squeak on the floor and placed her hand on America's shoulder. "What are you doing with Saxony?" The city asked,her grip tightening. "Alric,why are you downing Vodka?" Saxony winced as his mother called him out. And she'd used his first name,which was usually not a good sign. The boy turned around,a pained smile on his face. "T-tag,Mutti! How are you?" He let out a few nervous laughs,and tried to hide the glass of beer behind him.