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

[KumyaKuma]

~Hazel~

I stood on my tippy-toe's, even though I was pretty tall, just barely able to see from a small window, outside of the room/house [what every she is in!] Fiji and Russia were in. I looked through the window, gripping the edge of it tightly, my mouth with dry and my heart hurt from sadness, hurt and....hatred. I hatred myself, I hated myself so much for joining this side, the evil one....I joined this side because I wanted to save my friends. No! I joined because I was afraid. A wimp. A worthless human and country. I was afraid that my friend would get hurt even more then they were going to be. I was just a wimp not brave enought to stand up for myself. I looked through the small window, tears filling my violet eyes as I watched Fiji and Russia. I swallowed hard, hanging my head more tears flooding and blurring my eyes. 'Why? Why did I join the wrong side? Because you're a wimp, unable to do what's right.' I bitterly told myself, hastily wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. I feared that Russia would hurt Fiji enless Fiji joined this side, too. But I knew Fiji wouldn't join, she was more brave and stronger in mind then I was. And I knew Russia would conflict pain onto Fiji intill she accepted, or intill he was bored/tired of abusing her and stopped for the day.

[catsandwolves]

((Want Atlantica and Morocco to meet up? Atlantica isn't doing anything right now.))

[Mardigraskit]

[[Sure, that'd be fine c:
Just give me a moment and I'll have this post edited with Morocco's beginning post.
Be prepared for total-bipolar-ness.]]

EDITEDITEDIT:::::

You take the breath right out of me.
You left a hole where my heart should be.
You got to fight just to make it through,'cause I will be the death of you.

Morocco exited her house and entered the stable with a tired sigh, too exhausted to take another step as she slumped herself against one of the open stall doors, crossing her arms over the hard dark-brown colored surface that was known as wood. The horses, a large number of atleast one hundred, probably more, welcomed their owner with excited whinnies, neighs, and snorts. The stable was full of commotion for a moment, but when she gave no reply they eventually settled down. A meow came from the wood that made up part of the cieling, two dark green eyes that matched the nation's own staring down at her.
"..I know that's you Malicco." Morocco breathed, a tone that showed just how bored and upset she was. "Go hunt a rat or mouse for Momma Morocco."
[And yes, Malicco is Morocco's nekotalia form.]
Giving a hiss of displeasure, the calico-tabby barn cat hopped to her feet and jumped from board-to-board, making her way across the barn.
The female nation sunk to her knees, bringing a hand up to her sweating forehead to whipe sweat off of her brow. Her war uniform was dirty, caked in sand, dirt, and hay. Her eyes wore bags underneath them, having apparently gotten no sleep for the time being. Her eyes were dull and did not retain their natural feirce-ness like one would expect her to have, as usual. Her overall stature proved she was actually, for once, out of 'it'- plain outright tired.
"Oh, woe is me,"
She mocked herself, tone becoming hostile as she leaned against the door of the stall.
"I need to pick a side. I must. I need to. It's for the good of the World." She began, as if telling the horses that. Even if they could understand, they couldn't help.
Even if she did have some of them take part in the cavalry of her nation.
But that's besides the point, especially at this time.
"But I have no reason except for my own pleasure in the taste and smell of death and bloodshed, sending my adrenaline rushing. Until someone decides to attack my country or request my assistance, I will do nothing. I shall not fight.
"Even though I long, and lust to march into battle, leading my military on my stallion, or armed inside a tank, maybe even flying in. But alas, I can do NOTHING !" She slammed her fist into the stall door, causing some of the horses to move about in discomfort.
"Unless...Unless I attack first.."

I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way, get away, please.
Soraphine Bonnefoy Bouchtat

[catsandwolves]

((LOL Okay XD ))

[Lenna]

(Hazel is totally right about Russia- that's exactly how it's gonna go down ^.^)

New Zealand

I wandered. the base, bored out of my mind. So far I had refused to fight at Papa's request, so he hadn't pushed the matter much. It wasn't like my army was as powerful as most anyway- I'm not a very big island. I spotted Hazel and tapped her on the shoulder. "What're ya doin?" I asked curiously, then noticed that the room she was peering into was the interrogation room. "Ohh... Russia's in there, isn't he? Who's the poor captive?" I asked with a slight frown. Odds were good that wasn't going to end well for the prisioner.

[Mardigraskit]

[[Edited]]

[catsandwolves]

((Long post there. o.o" ))

Atlantica heard someone talking. She walked into a stable. "Morocco? Are you okay?" She walked over to her. She herself wasn't looking too good. Her military outfit was torn and fraying at the ends of her pants and sleeves. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun and she had a pink scar along her cheek and her arms. "It's the war, isn't it?"

[KumyaKuma]

[I figured that much ' ]
~Hazel~

I jumped and fell down to the ground, startled by New Zealand tapping my shoulder. I looked up at her with wide eyes, momentilly scared, before scrambling up and blushing madly. "Th-that's Fiji...." I whispered softly, looking down at my feet and biting my bottom lip. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my nose tingling in slight pain, it always did that when was fighting back tears or was about to cry. I was afriad for Fiji, that Russia was going to hurt her real badly, just the thought of that made my stomache feel queasy. 'F only I could do something to help. I hate seeing others in pain....' The thought to myself, still looking down at the ground and my feet miserabley.

[Mardigraskit]

[[Gras likes her long posts c:]]

The woman moved her gaze up to Atlantica as she entered, blinking in response as she registered the other female's spoken words.
"The war..the war is all I can think about. Of course I think about it." She replied, pushing herself to her feet and beginning to walk down the long line of the stalls. A heavy-built Clydesdale colt stuck his head out of the stall, his head only up to Soraphine's chest. He nipped at the edge of her uniform top, earning a reluctant smile from the woman. "Enough, little Angus." She softly scolded the young colt, pressing his head back into the stall with her right hand.
"And you, Antlantica. Are you alright ? Your cheek is scared- it seems to be fresh. Shall I treat it ? I'm sure I could... Maybe.. Second thought, how come you're at my stable ?"
"Did someone hurt you ? Are you okay ?"

[Lenna]

New Zealand

Fiji. The name sounded familliar, but I couldn't remember where the place was exactly. "Isn't she an island? What do they wanted with her?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, then standing on my tip toes to peer in the window Hazel had been looking in. I spotted Russia and another girl, confirming my suspecions. "Wonder what she's got that Papa wants." I mused, stepping back and crossing my arms over my chest, looking thoughtful.