APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

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"Ahaha yeah! We'll kick that commies' @$$!" America drunkedly fist-pumped the air. He patted Latvia's back, crawling off Denmark to see him asleep. "Aw, party pooper! Wake uppp!" The young American whined, poking the Danish man with his foot.

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Lithuania stumbled a bit, surprised at how fast Poland's emotions changed. "I'm hurrying!" Squeaked the brunette, grunting as he nearly tripped over a rock in their path. "S-slow down! The mall w-won't go anywhere!"

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Russia scanned his cards, frowning as he pulled a three from his hand, placing it by her. "You were luck that time." He muttered, taking the game seriously- though it was child-ish. "Any kings?"

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Danmark grabbed his foot "Got ya!" He laughed, pulling off his shoe and tossing it away. The danish man grinned, hoping that would make Alfred get off him. "Ya! Were gonna kick butt!" He cheered "Latvia will be free of Russia soon!"

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"Heck yeah! That frozen drunkard won't know what hit him!" Latvia managed to stand up, and wave his hands in the air excitedly. The alchohol had horribly impaired his balance, and once again the young boy collapsed face-first onto the floor. "Woohoo!" he cheered happily, his words muffled by the floor.

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Danmark stood up, sitting ddown "Hey, how many have you had you drunk kid?" He asked latvia. Danmark spun absently in the red bar stool, watching the bar spin around him like a kaleidoscope.

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A far-away spaced-out look filled Latvia's eyes as he pondered over the question. "Uh...uh...um..." he mumbled stupidly, as he started couting on his fingers. "Oh, dude! I can't even remember, man!" he laughed, as he faceplamed himself. "I totally can't remember!" he repeated, almost sounding a little astonished at himself.

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Poland continued to rush along, but soon managed to control his composure. He slowed down to a more appropriate speed, giggling with a small giddiness. He glanced at his friend, grinning. "Alright, alright. I just, like, totally love going to the mall. It's always, like, a lot of fun." After all, who didn't enjoy a place with just about every decent brand and often interesting events?

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New Zealand placed her own card next to him a bit lazily. She really didn't mind if she lost or not. She really just never was one for games. She looked through her cards briefly, then looking back up at his face. "Any sevens?" She couldn't help but try to wonder what the point of this game was. She was looking for something to take her mind off of the boredom that lingered; it was just increasing it, now. But it was keeping Russia happy, and that was the best.

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"dude, you should go home. A guy your size will have a major hangover tomorrow." He said, gulping down a shot of vodka, the liquid burning his thought. He squinted his eyes against the migraine that threatened him.

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Latvia giggled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Uh..about that...I actually missed a flight to Moscow. So I'm kinda stuck here..." he mumbled shamefully.

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"I dont live to far away, Im sure youd be better off here than with russia" He said, paying the bartender for Latvia, America, and his drinks.

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((Bump ^^'))