The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American smiled weakly at Arthur's words, tracing the raindrops that ran down the side of the van's windows. He noticed the brit was pensive as the van pushed on through the streets, crossing around numberous cupcake shops and bakeries all decorated in a hideous pink. The man drummed his fingers on the leather chair, a staunch look rinsing his blue eyes. He wanted to let Arthur, Elizabeth and Konoha know that everything will be okay, though he could'nt say that, you never know what could happen. "We'll get through this Art, we can change London back." He grinned, dropping his seatbelt as he looked to the driver's seat. "I miss the terrible food here now that all this has happened." Alfred murmured as they passed a cupcake shop. "I'd give anything to have it back." He remembered visiting, Arthur cooking a new dish for Elizabeth to try in the old kitchen.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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The American ducked his head, partly to try and steer clear of raindrops and partly wanting to make sure Oliver didn't get hit by a car scampering obliviously into the streets after him. "I found a pickup truck! We're chasing after them!" He called back with a sideways glare, skidding to a stop by the truck parked neatly at the curb. Having no keys, he didn't have a way in. Muttering under his breath, he took his bat and swung at the window repeatedly, rain drenching the brunette's bomber jacket. Allen took the end of the bat and rammed it into the side of the door, glass spraying everywhere as the window broke. It was a messy job, but at least he figured a way to get it open. "Get in, don't step on the glass." The red eyed man opened the trucks door and waited for Oliver to hop into the passenger seat, the pink haired man interrupted from his daydreams.
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[.Yin.]

"T-terrible?!" Arthur finally tore his gaze away from the window, green glare fixing on Alfred. "I will have you know that British cuisine is excellent! Far more satisfying than that fast food rubbish you stuff your face with." He defended before looking away to stare at his leg.


"Allen, isn't this illegal? Stealing a car i mean?" Oliver asked as he tip-toed around the glass shards to get at the passenger side. He sat himself down, only after dusting off the seat of course

[Black-Cat771]

Elizabeth, looked away from them, starring out the window ... she still didn't know who was driving - as she hadn't seen a driver when she got in, or sat there for that matter ... then again maybe they were to short to see in the seat behind ... but that also dragged up the question of who was helping them. She heard her father snap back at the american for the comment, but to be quite honest - she had been so used to her fathers cooking since she was little that she didn't seem bothered by it at all - even when Alfred would offer her burgers she would just eat her fathers cooking anyway, as she was nervous about trying any food outside of her fathers cooking.

The van kept going, a few rattling can's in the trunk causing a clicking sound that matched to the humming of the engine. By the sound of it, they were spray cans ... If they could find a safe spot to hide, they could paint the truck whatever colour the pain cans were and drive through the forests to another place - possibly a port or something where they could get a ship and travel across the sea. Konoha was more focused on driving, but he also listened to the countries talk, not hearing the familiar voice of Elizabeth ... in fact he hadn't heard her speak at all since he found the group, and wondered why she had been so quiet.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred chuckled to himself, watching the brit's green gaze as he sat on the edge of his seat, leaning his arm on the armrest. "I'm only kidding." The blonde smiled wistfully to the former pirate, thinking of his former visits sent him down memory lane. "I thought you and Elizabeth liked McDonalds, their Big Macs are great!" The man insisted his fast food markets were affordable and conveinent. "And the chocolate shakes are delicious." Alfred finished as he spotted more dark surging clouds shadowing the gray streets. He remembered the old scone and pastry shops that occupied London, now all filled with Oliver's horrible cupcake shops. Lips thinning at the memory, he listened to the banging and clicking in the trunk of the car, the rythmic clatter of seams in the pavement earning a cloud click each time they hit a bump. And surely enough when the American looked back there was a jumble of spray cans scattered on the carpeted floors of the van.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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Allen dragged himself into the truck's driver seat, kicking away the shards of glass as he slammed the broken door shut. "We're just borrowing it. And it's for a good cause." The American grinned a crooked grin at his excuse. He realized that taking the truck would be illegal, but he had broken the law before, and he wasn't afraid to again. Allen wiped a hand over his jaw, a fragment of glass just cut the side, a bloody smear left on his bomber jacket as he started the pickup truck with a smug look. And with that they veered onto the road, the American's gloved hands steering the wheel over into the direction the van had just disappeared to.
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[.Yin.]

Okay, maybe Arthur did love mcdonalds. Though he would never asking it. Especially not to Alfred. Though it was obvious as he had plenty of the fast food places scattered around England. Well, when it wasn't under Oliver's control that is. He rolled his eyes in simple response, returning to stare at the window. "So, Elizabeth, why aren't you catching up with that friend of yours?" He asked, narrowing his eyes. Was that another car behind them? He could see it thanks to one of the mirrors attached to the front part of the vehicle. If it was it was far off



Humming all the while Oliver slid his seat belt on. Safety first! He rested his hands on his lap and his wide eyes were glued on Allen. "You drive fast." He observed.





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[Black-Cat771]

[i dunno how they caught up so soon into view - considering the time lapse and the twists and turns and fog and rain - but okay?]

"what friend?" Elizabeth asked in her soft, raspy voice, looking to her father, quite confused. "are you talking about Alfred? ... we talked only re recently, and you two seem to be busy talking, so i didn't want to be rude .." she replied, soon looking to her hands on her lap. Her father seemed to be curious about why she hadn't spoken, but she wasn't quite sure about what he meant, or rather, who, he meant ...

[yatty]

( Hm, well they just left the cupcake shop. So I'm not sure about how far either XD )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American looked over the top of the seats to Konoha, waving in the rear-view mirror. "He means Konoha, Elizabeth. Have you said hello? He was looking all over for you." Alfred smiled to the little girl slumped tiredly against the leather, looking pretty confused on whom she would be talking to besides he and Arthur. "He's sitting right there, our driver." The blonde explained to the raspy voiced Elizabeth with a gentle flex of his finger in the direction of the pink-eyed man. Alfred's attention caught on the slanted side mirror of the van, seeing a car rumbling behind them as they did another turn. Luckily Alfred didn't see Allen and Oliver, a false alarm. The man was always on edge now after escaping, he wouldn't be surprised if he started seeing things out of the blue.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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Allen shrugged as he let his bat drop to the floors of the pickup truck. "I like to rev the engine a bit." The motor thundered as Allen hit the gas again, the pickup truck hustling along in the rain. It was true that he was a bit of a reckless driver, and a bit of a bad one too, even Allen would admit. The red eyed man flicked his pupils down towards the radio, flipping the station on and turning the sound dial up and music flooded the pickup truck. The counterpart smirked and tapped his fingers along the wheel as the cupcake shop was engulfed in the fog and no longer able to be seen. "You can change the station to what you want Oliver." He mumbled, slamming on the breaks at the last minute after nearly missing a stop sign. There were two ways to go, left or right.
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[Black-Cat771]

The girl now seemed really confused as she blinked a few times and looked to Alfed. "Im sorry but ... i don't believe i know a 'Konoha' ..." she replied. - This caused the van to slow to a stop at a crossroads far ahead, slowly turning to the left. Konoha's eyes were shadowed as he drove, his once soft and shy smile now faded into a saddened line. "... if you ask ... she won't see me ... and now ... she can't hear me .." the boy murmured, using one hand to fix the neck warmer he had on. The girl tried to move from her seat to look to the driver, but no matter how much she could move, she couldn't see the driver. Her seat belt restricting her of any major movement. "is he short?" she asked, as she couldn't see anything.

[.Yin.]

{ Pfft }

Arthur raised a brow as he looked over at his daughter. Was she okay? How could she not see the boy? "No, he's average height..." He said with a shrug of his shoulders, looking boredly out the window once more. Why was Elizabeth being so rude to their rescuer? He thought that he had raised her better than that! He wouldn't bug her about now though. It could wait off a more relaxed moment.


As soon as Allen had given the permission Oliver had lowered the volume on the station and switched through the channels, kicking his feet calmly in a rhythmic pattern as he did so. He finally stopped on a song that might be meant for younger children. He hummed along to it, noticing they had come to a adrupt halt. "Wot way do you think they went?"

[Black-Cat771]

The boy kept driving, his saddened pink eyes now looking up, a few tears seeming to prick at his eyes ... some of his hair was changing into a black-ish brown colour, and his eye colour, much like that of something glitching in a computer, started to flicker between pink or yellow. "i told you .... she doesn't remember ... she can't see or hear what she doesn't believe in anymore ... what she doesn't remember." he explained to Arthur, his hands gripping just a tiny bit tighter onto the wheel. He tried to calm himself again, already feeling some thoughts slowly arise ... thoughts that came up before - one's that weren't good at all. He gently shook his head and tried to clear his mind, her hair and eyes now fully back to normal after a few minutes - he didn't fully change colours, but even the hints of it weren't a good sign - he knew this all too well. [hint hint - story time in the future.]