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

[KumyaKuma]

[I don't read Harry Potter books, at all. So, I'm just gunna sit here in the corner read The Son of Neptune again and again and again, then look at some fan art, and cringe when I see kissing.]

[Lenna]

(You haven't? Oh, you really should- they're amazing, one of the best book series. They're up there with the Lord of the Rings for my fav book series ^.^)

England nodded at his bosses cold words, orders of more attacks, more killing. They would finish off Spain next, as there was no point keeping him alive now. He hardly had any citizens, so only his land would be useful for the new British empire England was creating, which meant there was no point sparing any of the Spaniards' lives. England still felt resent toward Spain, with had been simmering since their pirating days, and he had known this would be the prefect oppertunity to act upon that, since it would be labled an act of war and nothing besides. He also knew that Francis would help the Spainiard in times of trouble, and hadn't yet decided if he wanted to kill the Frenchman or not. Certainly he would invade and take over, but they had been friends for a long time, so he wasn't sure how humane he would be about doing so. The best course of action would probably be to keep the French people alive to be citizens of England's new empire- it wasn't like he could really have an elite without citizens.

[Zelda Prouvaire]

(I LOVE HARRY POTTER IT IS SO AMAZING!! Hufflepuff forever! And, yeah, I'll poof Canada there!)

Canada docked the boat, securing the rope so it didn't float away. He jumped out and glanced around the island, walking onto the mainland and listening for any sound of his sister or Wonderland's voice. Hearing nothing, he called out, "New Zealand! Wonderland! Are you guys here!?" He grew a bit worried- what if something had happened to his younger sister, to Wonderland? He didn't think he would be able to live with himself.

[Lenna]

New Zealand heard Canada's call and het head shot up. She looked around and, upon not seeing her brother, shakily stood up. She hissed out a breath as he put pressure on her bad ankle, wincing a little. But she could deal with that later. Wonderland's spell had muffled the pain that had been coursing through her entire body earlier, due to the devastation of the earthquake in her country, and she was glad for that. She grabbed Wonderland's arm and tugged the girl toward the direction she thought he brother's voice had come from. "Mattie?" she called, hoping he would hear her. Her voice sounded a bit weak, even to her.

[NoisyBirds]

Country/Human Name: Slovakia/ Slavick Marsen
Picture:
Side (if applicable, good or evil):Good
Personality: he is very cheerful and loud, tending to cheer everyone up as best as he could. He will try to make the situation light and if he fails he will soak up the mood. Very protective of his freinds, he will eagerly jump into battle for his freinds.
Brief History or Explanation for Side choice: His best freind Poland is there.
Other:

[Lenna]

(Yay, un ami pour Mister Pologne )
(...Don't mind me, I'm in a French mood today, so I might flip back and forth ^.^)

[Zelda Prouvaire]

"Addison!" Canada responded, hearing his sister's call. He hoped beyond hope that she was okay...As soon as he had thought this, Canada saw New Zealand and Wonderland emerging from the trees up ahead. He ran up to his little sister and hugged her, practically crying out of happiness to see her alive. "You're okay...you're all right..." he cried.

(Oh, yay! A new character! Poland needs a friend right now..)

[NoisyBirds]

Slovakia sighed and waited at the door for a few more moments before sighing again "Geeze Poľsko. Where Are you?"

[cafemochi]

(Quick Post!)
Wonderland smiled, helping New Zealand. "Canada! Thank goodness your here!" she said with a bright smile.

[Lenna]

New Zealand winced, but hugged her brother back, happier to see him than words could describe. "Mattie, I'm so glad to see you, and that you're okay. I really did miss you, so much. Thank you for coming to get us." she rambled happily as they hugged, keeping her weight shifted on her good foot purposely- it didn't hurt as much that way.

Poland nodded his head in agreement, starting at the fresh grave, looking much more complete with the small flower. He thought that, had he been able to see it, Liet would have been pretty happy with it. But that was a dumb thought, and Poland knew he had to stop thinking with 'if's. Liet would never see it, except maybe from Heaven. He looked up at the sky for a long moment, then over his shoulder at his capital city. "Do you want to stay here, or go back?" Poland asked Latvia quietly, letting the small boy decide.