The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Black-Cat771]

As Edward slept ... There was a tall, slim figure walking outside the streets slowly. It didn't take the figure long before it walked into the rubble that was left og the home, searching through the charred remains it seemed. The figure had white hair and pale pink eyes, weaing white clothes with a nyon light green shirt and a black neck cozy with a downward arrow on either side in the same shade of green. His hair was tied back in a small ponytail and his expression was rather soft and quiet. In his hand he also held what looked to be a sac of some sort.

After about 10 minutes looking through the rubble, the sac was half full - being unable to find anything else of intrist - the boy walked out of the rubble and looked around, seeing the tourist shop. By now he was soaked from head to toe, and his once white and green outfit had large smudges of ashy grey's and blacks.

[Huehuehue - possible new charatcer - or maybe a side character like mint bunny - who can guess~?)

[yatty]

( Oooh mysterious, I like the character XDD )
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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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The blonde looked taken aback at the brit's hooting of laughter, Alice's sea green eyes darkening, beclouding her beautiful olive colored eyes. "Alice you can't think like that. I never wanted to make you see any of this," Amelia grew solemn, laying another hand over their clutched hands. The idea of themselves turning into those monsters was unbearable. The American could never see Edward, Alice or herself doing anything like Allen and Oliver had done, they were fiends. Amelia could still feel her Captain America figure lying in her front pocket faithfully, the girl somber as she looked to the brit. "We can find a way to fix all of this. That was our hope from the beginning, and we escaped." The blue eyed girl said as Alice chuckled into her palm. "Everyone will face hard times in life. Sometimes they are supposed to come, sometimes not. We should get through them no matter what, because the good life is always on the other side." Amelia smiled the best she could to her life long friend, looking through the curtains and seeing a towering figure and pale flush colored eyes looking straight towards them. In the figure's hand held a sac, Amelia looked to Alice urgently. "There's someone outside." She whispered for only the brit to hear.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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The American crinkled her nose at the clean shop, closing the door with a loud slam as the winds howled. She sat down in one of the farthest booths and kicked up her feet over the orderly tables. Ribbons and bows decorated every seating arrangement, there was even wide windows painted with little cupcakes. Allen observed indifferently as Oliver rushed and scurried around the shop to order the cupcakes, swirling eyes wild at the thought of ordering the fatty treats. When she returned, the red eyed girl looked to the large baked treat handed to her, whipped icing and all. "I don't like sweets." Allen muttered, sliding the wrapped cupcake to back to Oliver. "You can have three." The counterpart raised a brow as her eyes traveled to look to the rainy buildings outside, thunder rumbling.
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[.Yin.]

"Probably a 2P!" Alice continued laughing. "Just in time for tea!" One could say that she was going crazy. She had almost died. The only two people in her life that mattered were brutally tortured and probably would be again. She had been drugged. Her son was ill. Her life-long home destroyed. House and country. Everything around her felt like it was falling apart. What was the point in sanity in a situation like this anyway? It brought with it needless emotions. Like sadness and fear. Perhaps it would be better to give into insanity? Maybe everything would become easier? Not that she had a choice.



Oliver gave a shrug. "If you insist." She took the third cupcake, happily munching on one of the pastry's. This certainly contributed to the small amount of tubb she had. She didn't care about it. Chub was cute! Everyone knew that.

[Black-Cat771]

The boy slowly walked to the door, his expression seeming soft and shy as he gently knocked on the door. "E-Elizabeth ... E-Elizabeth?" the voice called softly, though hardly heard from the pouring rain. It seemed that the figure knew the young girl somehow, and he held the bag close to him, trying to keep it dry. He gently knocked again. "P-Please ... i know your there ... you don't have to .... be scared anymore." He said in a soft voice, seeming slightly nerveous to be rejected in some way. "I ... I tried my best ... you know i did ... w-when they took you away ... i was here ... and i tried."

[.Yin.]

Alice looked up at the knocking. "Pfft, Elizabeth isn't here anymore!" The Brit went ahead and swung the door open, laughter remaining though it was quieter than before. "Are you a 2P? Ya don't look crazy."

[Black-Cat771]

"no ... im not one of the people that hurt her ... please, if i could speak with ehr ... i know she's here ... she's been calling for me ever since she got taken away .." the boy said softly, holding the bag closely. "i can feel her crying ... and i don't want her to have to cry anymore ..." he murmrued, looking down sadly.

Surely enough, as Edward slept in his chair, a few tears had slipped from his tired eyes, running down his cheeks and onto his shirt as he slept.

[.Yin.]

"Don't cha get it, kid? Elizabeth isn't Elizabeth anymore. He is called Edward." Alice stepped aside, allowing entrance without a thought. "He's sleeping though. Who are ya? How do you know my son?" She asked curiously, her eyes narrowed. She shook her head. What was she doing? She couldn't snap this easily, could she? No. She couldn't

[Black-Cat771]

The boy walked in and looked over to the woman, giving a soft, shy smile. "If Elizabeth is a boy now ... then my ... Arthur ... it's been a while." he said softly. "im Konoha ... her friend." he replied, digging into the sac and taking out a small note book that was burned at the edges, but because it had been in a drawer at the time, it didn't have too much damage. He then flipped to the page where a few crayon doodles of him were drawn, showing them to Alice. "... i rememeber ... when you said the only friends that were real were not imaginary, but magical ... you told her of flying bunnies and unicorns, elves and fairies ... but you still didn't beleive in me, did you?" he chuckled softly now, looking to the old pictures. 'she was so small back then ... and she slowly started to forget about me because of you ... but i was always there ... and i still am here ..." he murmured, looking over to Edward. "no matter how much she pushed me away ... i was always still here."

[yatty]

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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The sandy haired American found it hard to even look towards the house, Alice maniacal laughter dying down as she flung open the door. Amelia was always there for Alice, she had to be there now. Together they had been through a lot, Alice, Edward and Amelia's bond could not be broken. Alice had suffered twice as much with this, seeing her own home turned into a cupcake favoring nation could kill someone. Following the pig-tailed brit, the American saw the door open to a rain-soaked boy. He did not seem like a 2p, not threatening in any way. She looked to the scribbled page, imaginary beings drawn in crayon, one very similar to the one in front of them now. Konoha was imagined by Elizabeth? The nation looked to Alice, her personality seemed to change by the minute, she let the boy in without a second to spare. Amelia worried for the older nation. She needed to show the Briton how everything was going to work out in the end. They were twice as armed if they had faith, but now Alice was grieving and morose, so even she could not see that. Amelia kept her gaze on the brit, changing to the tall boy every once and a while. It was obvious the pink eyed boy cared for the young brit still, having walked through the terrible storm just to find him.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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The American watched the brit eat the cupcakes, setting her bat next to her on the seat and followed the ceiling fans swift circling patterns with her eyes. "Now that we're down a sedative, you'd better be careful with your aim." Allen smirked to herself, knotting her hands behind her head as she watched the dark clouds collect outside the window.
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[.Yin.]

"N-nice to meet you." Alice blinked, seeming to snap out of it. "Believe in...? Are you that imaginary friend of Edwards?" She asked. She hadn't heard Edward talk about the boy for sometime. Though she remembered hearing of him. She looked at the pictures shown with mild curiosity. "Ah, well, Edward is sleeping right over there. He wore himself out a tad by using too much magic..."




Oliver swallowed a mouthful, icing smeared on her face. "It's not my fault! If you weren't being such a meanie before..." She trailed off, shoving another cupcake into her mouth.