The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

Alice yawned, rolling her eyes at her sons comment. Who could blame her for the yawn though? That anesthesia was still in her system. Also she was some-what tired from all the hopping and what not. The fact that cloud watching like this was relaxing wasn't helping her stay awake either. "A whale? Don't be stupid! It's clearly a narwhal." She stated. Hold up, had she fallen asleep after that?


"I don't think everything is cute! Take dirt for example." Oliver defended herself gently, looking at the American with a cheeky grin. "Well let's get them!" She suggested, grabbing five sedatives from the nearby hospital room. Why five? Just in case he missed a few times!

[Black-Cat771]

"or a jackelope." the boy interjected weakly. "you know, those rabbits with the antlers or something other?" he added, slowly getting tired as his eye lids drooped ... he wanted to sleep, but knew laying in front of the royal castle on a cloud of mint bunnies wasn't really the best idea ... especially when they had 2 angry gender-bent versions of them hunting them down.

[*DizzyBunny*]

Feliciano squirmed in the hand cuffs. Now how was he supposed to talk if he couldn't move his hands? Hehe, stereotypes. Gotta love 'em. He watched as Luciano clipped a set of hand cuffs on Diavolas counterpart.

"Use the damn crutches." Alice demanded, shoving them under her sons arms. "If you refuse than i...uhm...i will ground you!" Yea, that oughta scare him into listening. As Alice felt new hope stirr in her Oliver was starting to get feeling back. The 2P sat himself up, face covered in tears. "Allen!" He cried.

Diavola roughly lifted up the weak italian to his feet and pushed him out of the cell. She whistled as she strolled down the dark hallway, her prisoner in front. Looking back she purred, "You coming?"

Angela snarled as the cuffs were put on her. She shifted her wrists, trying to escape in vain.

[yatty]

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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"Oh yeah, I see it. It looks like a reindeer crossed with a rabbit." Amelia stated as she viewed the cloud, the sun bright in the sky as the American cloud watched. She looked to Alice, who now had fallen asleep, the brit's face calm and serene after her comment about the narwhal-shaped cloud. The American smiled caringly and turned to Edward, the young boy's eyes drooping tiredly as he fought and resisted sleep. "Why don't you take a quick nap, Edward? I can stay up and watch for us, just to be safe." Amelia whispered, trying not to wake Alice up from her current state. A power nap would help Edward in the long run, especially if he was planning to change them back later on, he would need his energy.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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"I'd bet you would think even dirt is cute. Say the pile of dirt had a bow and ribbon attached to it somehow, you'd think it's the cutest thing in the world." Allen said bluntly, not even knowing why she had further proved his point, though she did think it was true. The American clambered down the hospital wings, seeing as Oliver disappeared and came back just as fast with a few sedatives in her hands, nodding in approval. "So. Let's see. If we were a magical little girl, a hamburger-obsessed fool, and a terrible cook, where would we be?" Allen tried to figure out exactly where the group of three would have escaped, scratching her head for a good measure as she walked. "Where do you think they went, Oliver?"
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[.Yin.]

Oliver simply blushed as the point was proven further. She pocketed the sedatives and followed Allen with a bounce. "Oh, if i just got out of a mess like this then i would go right down to the bakery!" The Brit said, toothy grin in place as she started to play with her pigtails.

[*DizzyBunny*]

Feliciano squirmed in the hand cuffs. Now how was he supposed to talk if he couldn't move his hands? Hehe, stereotypes. Gotta love 'em. He watched as Luciano clipped a set of hand cuffs on Diavolas counterpart.

"Use the damn crutches." Alice demanded, shoving them under her sons arms. "If you refuse than i...uhm...i will ground you!" Yea, that oughta scare him into listening. As Alice felt new hope stirr in her Oliver was starting to get feeling back. The 2P sat himself up, face covered in tears. "Allen!" He cried.

Diavola roughly lifted up the weak italian to his feet and pushed him out of the cell. She whistled as she strolled down the dark hallway, her prisoner in front. Looking back she purred, "You coming?"

Angela snarled as the cuffs were put on her. She shifted her wrists, trying to escape in vain.

[Black-Cat771]

The boy shook his head lightly. "have to ... get somewhere ... safe ..." he muttered, soon trying to sit up, but barely able to move his body ... it felt like he was slowly being paralyzed.

Meanwhile, Lilium was also unable to move from her bed now, laying their in panic. "what are daddy and uncle allen even doing to them?!" the boy hissed lowly, only able to speak in a raspy whisper. He lay there, starring at the ceiling. "if that little pansy did this to me im going to!-" he was cut off by a sudden coughing fit, causing some crimson to drip from her mouth. "d-darn it all ..." he coughed weakly.

[yatty]

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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Amelia's sky blue eyes widened as she saw Edward struggle to get up to get up from his position, as if he could not move no matter how hard he tried. The American swiftly nodded, taking the reigns and watching the mint bunnies move under the sudden motion. "I'll take us to your house. It's safer there then here." Of course, the American knew exactly where to go, and where the short cuts were to get to said destination, from her many many visits. Amelia guided the cloud smoothly through the air, hands steady on the ropes as the ground disappeared from view, the royal family gathering outside and waving as they swept away. The blonde waved as well, steering them even higher. She didn't want the 2p's to see them gliding through the middle of London, up in the sky for all to see. She hummed under her breath, trying her best to rotate around buildings and avoid other objects in their way. Amelia looked below, seeing the restaurants she used to visit with Alice and Edward were now completely redesigned into cupcake shops, bakeries and pastry stores. The American's hair whipped in the harsh winds, gloomily directing her gaze forward.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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"That's what you would do!" Allen blurted, seeing as the brit twirled the long strawberry colored hair in between her pale fingers, toothily grinning. The American dragged the nailed, blood-stained bat behind her, opening the hospital doors and letting the heedless brit walk ahead. "Well, in their case, I'd bet they might be trying to go into hiding. But where..." The brunette's boots dragged on the sidewalks as they made their way around London's streets. "They would need a good meal and some rest if they decided to go anywhere far for now. Got any idea where they might think of setting up home base?" The American kicked up a loose stone, looking to Oliver as she slipped the sedatives securely in her pockets.
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[Black-Cat771]

"n-no /// house ... is ..." the boy didn't finish what he was going to say, soon passing out. He was going to tell Amelia that his house ... it was still burnt out from when he had been captured - he was unsure if it was still burnt from the fire, but he knew the house wouldn't be the same. He then had a nightmare, seeing that capture replay in his head again ...

[.Yin.]

"Well... We should head on over to Arties house! It was burnt down but, gosh, our counterparts don't know that. I think the little girl does though...it's worth trying!" Oliver said, humming as she stepped outside. "Hey, Allen, i was thinking, and, well if we are girls, wouldn't our counterparts be female too?"


Feliciano only whimpered as he was moved along. Luciano ,muttering, gave the girl a kick. "Don't try anything."