The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

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"Psst! Lizzzzyyyy!" Arthur continued to call her. "Don't be rude! Daddy wants his little baby!" He seemed determined. Determined to get any reaction really. He moaned much as a impatient child might. He probably needed a good smack on the head to snap him out of this. He was half off the bed at the point, hand outstretched toward his daughter.

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[Black-Cat771]

The girl now moved off the bed, away from the man. the chocolate bunny flying beside her. "who are you? ... for you are not the father that raised me ... you are someone else in my father's form." the rabbit replied, the girl looking over her shoulder with her dark, saddened red-yellow eyes.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American was humilated by the fact Arthur had commented about his childhood, and the wet bedding incidents that still haunted him today. Alfred could only stand by helplessly as the brit roared in laughter, the nation afraid that the brit would wet himself if he laughed any harder than that. And when the rosy haired brit sat stiffly up, clasping a pained hand on his racing forehead, he was sure that the real Arthur was battling to surface or get through to himself. "Just relax, it will be fine." The tubes connected along his legs were now strained, the blonde moving a gentle hand to check the brit's forehead for signs of a fever. Though he drew back as he saw Elizabeth weep at the her father acting out like this, looking like a counterpart and all. Arthur seemed to act like an impatient toddler, grabbing forward for his daughter and calling for her to approach. Elizabeth did not seem happy doing so, as she resented each command from her father. "Arthur, Elizabeth just wants her space." The American stated, looking sentimentally to the the red-rimmed eyed girl, upset streaks still tangled through her hair. The blue eyed man saw the brit topple over the hospital bed in attempt to reach the girl, flimsy legs unsupported by the weight of the hard cast. Alfred had to take care of the child-like brit like he had for him so long ago. He moved to try and sit the strawberry haired man back comfortably, looking to comfort Elizabeth.
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[.Yin.]

Odd enough his daughters rejection of him actually made him frown. He went silent, allowing Alfred to steady him. He started blinking, that strange and distant look in his eyes was fading. The shock of rejection seemed to snap him out of his weekend state. "Wot the hell just...? When did my leg get bandaged up? And why in gods name are you so damn close to me, fat a--!"

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The girl soon turned toward her father, gently touching her hand to her throat and moving her lip's to the rabbit's words. "there you are ... back again." she smiled weakly, another tear or two falling ... but sadly she couldn't look for long due to her father looking like Oliver, making her turn her head away to look to the hospital room's door. "it seems more are on the way for you and me Alfred ... but i won't let them do what they did to daddy to you ... i promise ..."

[.Yin.]

"Eh? Wot are you going on about? Back? Did i leave?" Arthur looked more than confused. He had no memory of what had just happened. He remembered getting a injection and, well, everything up to this point was a mystery. "Can somebody tell me wot happened?! Wot did they do to me?"

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The flying chocolate rabbit fluttered over and hovered in front of Arthur. "they somewhat drugged you with the same chemical's they sued for those laughing cupcakes ... and it seemed only some 'tough love' snapped you out of it ... also ... you confessed your love to Alfred, is he gonna be my second daddy now?" the bunny asked, soon looking to Elizabeth, who blushed lightly as she looked over her shoulder innocently to them.

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Arthur felt sick at the news. He must've made a complete idiot out if himself! He would never live this down! He looked at Alfred in horror. Oh god, had he? A blush stole over his face. This was a walking nightmare. So... Tough love? Did that mean Alfred had turned him down? His heart dropped. He felt mortified and upset to say the least. "I-i..." He was at a lost for words. Simple as that.

[Black-Cat771]

"I denied you what you wanted ... you wanted me to go near you and hug you, but i refused ... i just ... can't ... not after what happened back then ... when they took me away" the bunny added, soon flying back over to Elizabeth, who hugged it closely. "there are things that might be better if forgotten ... but if something like that happens ... you can never forget, or be the same ..." the bunny murmured, being held in Elizabeth's arms.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American tripped over his feet as he walked backwards from the table, an apology jumbling in his mouth as suddenly as Arthur had seemed to snap out of the drug he was put under, because of Elizabeth's refusal. "They bandaged up your leg nice and new. Does it feel alright?" The American asked candidly, sitting once again in the hospital bed closest to the cabinet doors. He was glad the brit's mental war had been won. "The doctors are coming, Elizabeth? We have to make sure they don't fix us up with the same thing they gave Artie. We'll make sure they don't try and get us with it, okay? I don't want us to end up like the rest in the halls." The red eyed man said preventively, their safety was now put at higher risk because of this new laughing cupcake epidemic, smiling a half smile to the bravery the girl presented. The brunette looked to the thoroughly confused brit, his leg strapped up to a beeping machine. But at the mention of his confession, the blue eyed brit instantly looked distressed. A pinkish tint ran over his face, fear and loss, seperating into a speechless daze. Did he believe he did not love him in return? He had actually meant every word? Alfred wanted to tell Arthur he loved him back, possibly even longer than a few centuries, that he loved everything about the bushy browed brit, he wanted to tell him everything. This was why he would die for the nation, why he had lost self control each time Oliver had tried to stick Arthur with a knife, why he was his sidekick, why he had wanted to make the other nation proud, why he could not leave him, all because he loved him more than he could ever realize. "I love you too, Artie." The American said yearningly, grinning his never ending grin as he finally spoke what he had meant to say for more centuries than he could make sense of. It was not an extravagent way of telling the brit, but at least Alfred spoke his point for now, being locked in a hospital made everything difficult. The nation watched the bunny fly back to Elizabeth, the truthful words floating through the silent air.
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