This Is War- a Hetalia RP -{OFFICIALLY ENDED}-

[Vivid]

Spain nodded, laughing. "Le gusta ... I think he'd like that ..." he scrutinized France. He looked so young, like they used to be, when he sleeped. He felt his own stomach rumble, that he was calm enough to actually get hungry. He looked at Fiji. "That would be nice. I wish I had your tenderness, hermana ..."

[Lenna]

France shifted in his sleep, the blanket slipping off of him. He opened one eye groggily, rubbing the other with his fisted hand. "Hmm?" he mumbled, a little confused about where he was in his half-asleep state. He looked around, gathering his bearings as he sat up, remembering where he was. "Que? Espagne?" he wondered, a little surprised to see the Spaniard was still there, and Fiji as well. He wondered how long he'd been asleep- it didn't feel like it'd been long, but it was hard to really tell.

Russia nodded, following after her with his arms crossed behind his back, pipe still gripped in his hand. He was interested to see what Haiti had done to the other islands that she had conquered, how much damage, or how little, had been done in the process if taking over.

[Vivid]

Spain tore his eyes off of Fiji and looked at France, a pleasant expression on his face, brightening his eyes. He nodded. "Tengo aqui~ I'm here." He wished France and him could both wake up, and this was a giant nightmare. But, he couldn't say that.

[beekind]

The Haitian airport was small and empty. Orange cones were set up along the entrances to the parking lot and a sign told of the curent Embargo. Haiti muttered something in French under her breath. Clearly,that Surda girl had gotten in here of her own accord. She pushed open the glass doors and barked an order at the attendant waiting for her. The man took one look at Russia and nodded,scurrying away. "This way." She said to Russia turning down a dimly lit corridor,through a terminal and into the small hallway that led to the plane.

[Lenna]

"Ah. Merci Espagne, Fiji, for letting me sleep a bit." France thanked the siblings with a tired smile. It was a little depressing to realize that even though he was awake, they were all still in this nightmare. They would have to make the best of it, apparently.

Russia nodded and followed after Haiti, either ignoring or not noticing the looks he was given by others. In all honesty, he had grown used to them- he was tall and intimidating, and it was common to get frightened or anxious looks from others.

(Ah, sorry if my replies are slow- I'm watching Titanic. It's probably my favourite movie, and some of the parts just break my heart :'( )

[Vivid]

Spain smiled, looking down. "We both needed it." He brought his green eyes up to meet France's blue ones, thinking. "Why would Britain want me dead after so ... long ..." It wasn't maliscious, or sad, just plain curious.

((Awww, that movie made me cry, and not many movies can do that! Only when Rue died, and that movie. It's so sad! It's still a good movie~))

[pappuppy]

Fiji managed a very gentle nod as she began to leave before stopping inthe doorway, as of she were pondering over something at her brothers words. Going over them.
"Heh... Gracias Hermano... Pero.... I learned from the best teacher.." She assured him with a soft voice.
When she heard France, she glanced over her shoulder with a soft nod. She then smoothed her apron somewhat and heard their conversation before she slipped outside and down to the kitchen.
She began to cook for everyone, and, being the hard worker she was, she had managed to make pretty decent French cuisine it seemed, among the churros and spanish rice and beef she had cook for her brother, sister, the few Spaniards, and herself.

[beekind]

The flight attendant from earlier greeted them at the door to the plane. "W-welcome aboard Air Haiti,s-sir." He said,his hands shaking. "My n-name is Lius and I will be y-your attendant from th-this afternoon's-" "Luis,Go back to the cockpit." Haiti said,waving the man away. He scurried off,looking ridiculously relieved. "I apologize for Luis,Russia. He's a bit Skittish." She headed down the aisle and didn't stop until she reached a chair the held a young man that resembled France. "Bonjour,ma sœur" He said. Haiti nodded to him. "Russia,this is my brother,St.Croix. He'll be joining us for the entirety of our trip. Her brother took one look at Russia and growled something at Haiti in french. She waved him off. "I've got this under control." She said. "Luis,prepare for takeoff."

[Lenna]

(The band, in Titanic, are my favourite people. How they went down with the ship, playing to the end- that's so sweet, especially how they actualy did it in real life. This movie is among the few that made me cry as well- it's a masterpiece ^.^)

France ran his fingers through his hair as he considered the question. "I... I do not know, ami. I did not realize 'e still 'eld contempt for you." he murmured, shaking his head. "But you two were pretty bad enemies, non? Still, if it was 'im zat did zis to you, zat is no excuse for doing all of zis." he muttered, shaking his head with distaste, still hoping that his British friend had not been the one to do this to Spain.

Russia raised his eyebrow slightly at the terrified man, but did not waver his smile or his expression otherwise. He nodded his head in greeting to Haiti's brother, who also didn't seem to like the idea of him being here very much. "Well hello there." he greeted the other man brightly.

[Zelda Prouvaire]

(She's younger ^.^ And yeah, if he doesn't I'll totally play Britain. If I can't be him or Prussia, I'll make either Germany or Italy... I can't decide which :3)

"I'm, umm..." she started, but hesitate. Did she really want to ask her brother for help? She didn't want to trouble him, especially if he was busy with something. "I don't want to be any trouble, Mattie." she said, biting her lip with a slight frown. "But... I think Wonderland and I might need some help getting there. I think I hurt my ankle, and the quake, and..." she rambled, not wanting to be a nuisance to her brother.

"Addie, if you're hurt and you need help, that is NOT trouble for me. I'm fine, and you're my sister. If anything happened to you that I could have prevented, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. So don't regard yourself as a bother to me, because I love you and I want to help any way I can," Matthew assured New Zealand, feeling he didn't tell her this enough, but hoping she already knew.