The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

{ Alright! Good luck! }


Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

Eventually Oliver had trailed away to that odd table. "Are you alright?" He immediately questioned, eyes darting over to Alfred. Who knows maybe the cuffs could've hurt him? The man clenched his fists. How could he be so stupid? How could he have gotten caught this easily? He was a British officer for crying out loud! He clenched his teeth at the thoughts running in his head. Besides all that his limbs were restrained. He felt so vulnerable and he couldn't stand it. Anger was boiling inside of him like he had never felt before.
He could've sworn that his heart had skipped a beat when Oliver returned. Arthur was expecting the worse. The man had something in his hand and he had a feeling it was a object that would hurt them. However he gaped as he saw what it was. A feather? How crazy was this man? In any case he was hovering over Jones now, moving to remove the others shoes so he could reach his feet. "The powerful art of tickling will teach you both a good lesson! "

[katie;]

(( thank you! If a lot happens by the time I get back, may I get a recap? ;w;
I'd post, but I have to have my phone turned off almost all day and turn it into the principal for a while, because if I have it in my possession during the testing, I can get a fine of up to $30,000 :T ))

[keyitt]

Pikati

He followed behind Oliver locking the cell and turning back at the others " see you later cuties !" He giggled before skipping after his friend . He then came into the room where Oliver , Arthur and Alfred where " Shouldn't we be using something more painful Ollie?" He whispered quietly

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American went slack, his strong arms strapped to the table and his legs bound together. He heard someone ask if he was alright, so he bobbed his head with no vocalized answer. But what he wanted to know was if Arthur was alright, Oliver literally prodded his friend with a knife beforehand. He decided it was better to not ask now, not wanting anger Oliver into only making things worse. As he heard the solemn footsteps of the pink-haired man turning away, he opened his eyes again to the blinding artificial lights. Alfred swore he could actually feel the anger building up in the blonde haired brit stuck on the table beside him. The sky blue eyed man knew himself it was a very bad idea to make the British nation annoyed, England had the temper of a lion. Alfred's mussed hair was tousled to one side, his face appalled to notice a single speckled feather held between the fingertips of the capturer. Before he knew it Oliver leant to untie his shoes, his sentence making the American's mouth set straight into a line. He had no idea what to expect, but he went along with he and Arthur's plan and stayed deathly quiet. Pikati's words stung into his chest, wondering how dangerous of weapons they actually stored here.
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[keyitt]

Pikati

He walked over to Alfred pulling out the knife " I mean like this " he said slamming the weapon down only a few centimeters away from Alfred's neck . He giggled " Scaring !" He giggled " Aren't you a funny one " he whispered

[katie;]

(( Okay, even though it's only a couple of pages of stuff.... can I get a tiny recap? I'm too lazy to read everything right now. :T ))

[keyitt]

( uhhhh nothing much Ollie took Al and Arty out of there cells and strapped them down while Pikati is torturing Alfred -I think I'm not the best )

[yatty]

( Yup Art and Alfred have been taken away from the cells, Matthew and Katie had gotten locked back in again while Pikati and Oliver are with Arthur and Alfred. The other 2ps whereabouts are unknown, and Kobe is at home with his cats X3 )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred Jones' usually smiling and carefree face was blank, trying to avoid all emotion as he saw Pikati approach him. The blade ghosted right over the hollow in his throat, his hands clammy from the pressure. This action did get his attention however, watching Pikati's every skilled movement. He didn't dare to move, as the knife was in a very bad spot. Alfred tried his hardest to remain still, the nation sending frigid glares to the ceiling, having no other place to look. In this moment he wondered how Katie and Matthew were holding up, hoping himself they would figure out what Oliver's and the other's plans are.
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[keyitt]

Pikati

He did a evil insane cackle the kind that makes out shiver and run and hide . " Yout too fun . But if you don't want to get stabbed , maybe you should talk " ( HxH quote begins here ) " Will you talk and die , die without a word or just die ?" He giggled . The boy took the knife out of the table and placed the pint on Alfred's forehead pushing down only a little so maybe a scrape formed

( HXH QUOTE HAD TO USE IT SORRY ! I felt like it )

[yatty]

( Nice quote cxx )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred frowned, sighing as he reluctantly listened to Pikati's orders. It was better to follow along to their sick plans, though his stomach still knotted as he gave in. "I don't know, is that a riddle?" He asked grimly to his question, above a whisper to let Pikati hear the uttered words. He lived up to his funny name, forcing out a laugh. The American was unsure of what to say anyway, and it felt weird having a conversation with this potential criminal while being taped to a table. He felt a cool sensation on his forehead, a scratch forming under the blade.
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