A Hetalia RP - New & Accepting

[denji3884]

((Anyone want to RP with me?))

[Ploegy]

Iceland sighed. "I know he is Den, but maybe you should've just let this go for now. You can try to get Sweden and Finland back later, even though that might be a long shot since I doubt Sweden would be willing to come back here again. He honestly didn't like it here. So maybe it's best that he's gone now. He was a pain," He told him as he tried to lighten up the mood a bit.

[Todd.]

((ok I gtg....good night folks! I'll be on tomorrow...Zelda if you want Latvia to leave you can make him do so...so you won't have a stuck charrie))

[Zelda Prouvaire]

(Okay, thanks! Not sure if I will, though...g'night!)

[Gloxinia]

{{Good night Illusion <3
Applebloom, I have France if you would like to roleplay your characters with him. ^^}}

Denmark shot daggers down at Iceland. That was not something he wanted to hear, especially in his intoxicated state. He narrowed his blue eyes, which were cold as ice.
"Are you doubting me?" he said slowly, leaning down a little and coming closer to the Icelander's face. "Or are you maybe trying to side with the jerk? You know how I feel about picking favourites, Iceland."

[Ploegy]

Iceland shuddered slightly as the smell of alcohol hit his nose. "N-n-no. I was just stating a fact. I never said that you couldn't get him back, but you're going to have to fight him because I doubt he'll come back without a fight. You two just don't get along and it's quite obvious that he'll fight for his freedom. I didn't mean to insult you," He whimpered softly as he crowaded back from him.

[Gloxinia]

"That's what I thought you said," he said quietly, offering a sly smile. He lifted the younger boy's chin up, looking into his violet irises. "I don't like being insulted. And I'm sure you don't, either..." he paused, his face slowly falling and he continued to stare. His voice was soft, acting almost as if he were talking to himself, when he spoke;
"...You've got really pretty eyes, Icey."

[Ploegy]

(Sorry that my replies are kinda short...... I have to write a 10 paragraph paper right now)

Iceland blushed immediately once heard the words slip from the Dane's lips. "W-w-what? My e-e-eyes are pretty?" He asked. He found it a strange time to be told his eyes were pretty, but he'd take it anyways. "Er, thanks Den," He said sheepishly as he averted his gaze quickly away from him. It was almost as if instantly he had become shy.

[Gloxinia]

{{Ironic. xD I'm doing the same thing.
Ahh but the procrastination in this one is strong... =w=}}

Denmark was about to open his mouth and say something, but he heard the door to the house open and slam shut, making him look over his shoulder. His boss approached the two, his face burning red and eyes narrowed.
"Mathias!" he snapped, jabbing a finger in the Dane's chest. "You have a lot of nerve to just walk out like you did, do you know that? A lot!"
The drunken man frowned, looking down with half-lidded eyes at the finger prodding at his chest accusingly. He swatted it away with a gloved hand.
"I get my land back," he responded gruffly. His body lurched a little again, and he felt nausea coming over him. "Mmm... Iceland, I don't feel that great.."
Denmark's boss huffed, grabbing onto the blonde's wrist. "I swear, you are such a child. I have already called up Sweden and Finland's bosses. We are discussing the matters right now, and we will come to a conclusion later. Mathias! Are you even listening to me?!"

[Ploegy]

"Uh, well I'll take him off your hands right now," Iceland told Denmark's boss before gently taking the Dane's hand and pulling him inside, away from the other man. "Come on, you need to lay down," He sighed softly as he made his way into the master bedroom and lead Denmark over to the bed. "Lay down," He commanded as he let go of his hand and looked at him sternly, trying to make sure he took him seriously.