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

[catsandwolves]

Atlantica nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, it's just a scratch. It seems we should pick sides, and pick them fast." She sighed. "The war is going to kill us, sooner or later if we don't. I came here because I was a bit worried about you. I was worried that someone had convinced you to choose sides, or forced you." She smiled a bit. "But, I see all is as fine as it can be at the moment. Which, isn't very fine at all." She sighed, closing her eyes.

[Mardigraskit]

Morocco heaved a great sigh, leaning her shoulder onto the stall with her other hand propped up onto her hip.
"..I..I know. I can't help but be worried.. For brother Francis, a-and Spain, and Prussia," She began, somberly beginning to silently weep for the thought of losing the three men who had raised her to what she was now. The men had discovered her at different times, though each had an important part in her upbringing. Even if she did spark a revolution with Spain and France, she loved both like she did her twin brothers Tunisia and Algeria.
"And brother Tunsia, brother Algeria.. If they fight. My allied friends America and England- well, sorta friends.. Canada, poor thing's going to get himself killed trying to get himself known. The Denmark and Norway- those two helped me in my revolution, you know.."
At this point she was on the point of tears. Just as one slipped from her control and rolled across the edge of her tanned skin, she sunk to the floor, her elbow on the stall and the other hand on her knee.
The strong, powerful female country, had broke under preassure. The thought of losing her dearest allies and friends overwhealmed the matter of keeping her strong self under control.
"They're all going to get killed, and for what ?! Nothing ! Those idots will have died with shame and no honor ! And I'll... I'll be alone, again. I'll be alone, and it'll be just me...insane, little Morocco, not capable of fighting the war by myself. I may be the richest, by far the richest, kingdom, but I can't fight on my own."

[[Aaaand here comes the moodswings.]]

[pappuppy]

Rosalina. Fiji.

I saw Russia walk into my room and my face paled. Then I swallowed my fear and spat at him,"Never in my life would I fall prey to your ways." I shivered then snarled deeply. I stared at his pipe and panted. I had to get out of this crazed place.


I remember the waves suddenly, crashing against my sandy shores. The way they lazily hugged my feet and lured me in.

Then I remember Canada.. Coming when I was weakest. His gentle violet eyes filled with such a kindness as he confessed. I remember how scared he was and I stiffened slightly.

What if Brother was dead? Who would come then? I may be screwed beyond belief. No, if that was the case then I'd die. I planned on it. I had no fear of death.

I may be a country who never fought. But I have my own black magic that Britian and the others have never seen.

I am a Witch Doctor. And a cannibal.... If I needed to be.


I went back to glare at Russia and scoffed, grinning slightly,"Do whatever you want you elephant nosed jerk, ill make sure you suffer for it!"

[Vivid]

.:Spain:.
I couldn't help myself my I gave a jealous whimper, which probably took him by surprise. I know I surprised myself. I nodded. "I'm gkad you could've been there for her. I wish I couldv'e been there to help her, comfort her ..." It didn't matter if they were in love, just that she knew somebody was watching over her. That somebody was Canada. I almost wished it was me. In my state, I would've passed out though. By then, I was sure Canada thought I was a freak because of the mized emotions I could feel contorting my face. I grimaced and sat back down in my normal spot. I felt like a smoker. It was so hard to breath. The gasses? Or maybe the overwhelming sense of fear I got. Or it could've been both. My headache, by now, was gone, and I mentally kicked myself for not thinking about it before. With this clarity, I could see all the damage I'd done, and the blood that was coming from my hands. I'd really made a mess. The cuts and wounds were finally catching up to me, as the thin scratches that were bleeding lightly along my arms were beginning to throb and irritate themselves. I sighed and looked up at Canada, uttering two word. "Thank you."

[@Cryo- Do you have any chickens? *wasreadingyoursignature* I have three pet chickens at home (^;^) ]

Naw, it's an inside joke with me and my friends xD

[catsandwolves]

Morocco heaved a great sigh, leaning her shoulder onto the stall with her other hand propped up onto her hip.
"..I..I know. I can't help but be worried.. For brother Francis, a-and Spain, and Prussia," She began, somberly beginning to silently weep for the thought of losing the three men who had raised her to what she was now. The men had discovered her at different times, though each had an important part in her upbringing. Even if she did spark a revolution with Spain and France, she loved both like she did her twin brothers Tunisia and Algeria.
"And brother Tunsia, brother Algeria.. If they fight. My allied friends America and England- well, sorta friends.. Canada, poor thing's going to get himself killed trying to get himself known. The Denmark and Norway- those two helped me in my revolution, you know.."
At this point she was on the point of tears. Just as one slipped from her control and rolled across the edge of her tanned skin, she sunk to the floor, her elbow on the stall and the other hand on her knee.
The strong, powerful female country, had broke under preassure. The thought of losing her dearest allies and friends overwhealmed the matter of keeping her strong self under control.
"They're all going to get killed, and for what ?! Nothing ! Those idots will have died with shame and no honor ! And I'll... I'll be alone, again. I'll be alone, and it'll be just me...insane, little Morocco, not capable of fighting the war by myself. I may be the richest, by far the richest, kingdom, but I can't fight on my own."

[[Aaaand here comes the moodswings.]]

Atlantica sighed. "I don't have as many friends as you, I really don't have a reason to live." She sat down across from her. "You do though, and you can't let the war break you. In times like these, we need to be strong. Nazi Germany is going to try whatever he can to get to us. We can't let that happen. So come on, we're going to fight, and we're going to prevail." Atlantica wiped the tear from Morocco's cheek. "So, are you going to help your friends, or just sit here crying over it?" She stood up, holding out her hand to Morroco.

[Zelda Prouvaire]

(Wow, 3 more pages...this is pretty active! *feels accomplished like when I bought Star Wars theme on iTunes!!*)

Canada:I glanced at Spain as he spoke, a bit surprised. I thought he would be angry...I guess I misjudged him a bit. He was grateful...but he shouldn't be.
"Y-you're welcome, Spain," I said quietly. "I don't deserve your thanks, though. I didn't save her...but I promised her that I'd find you, and well, here you are. But I don't want you to do anything that will hurt your condition even more, so I guess I'll have to find her on my own."

[Vivid]

.:Spain:.
I made a growl in my throat. I was perfectly capable of doing it. With this new strength, I hoisted myself to my feet and tramped out of the basement for the first time in ... who knows? Days, weeks, months? I'd lost track of time. It was always dark and always timeless in France's basement. I trudged out of France's house, glaring at the ground. I looked at the sun, and my eyes nearly buckled. The pain! So much dark had made my eyes unused to the light. I squinted and I could practically feel my pupils turn to specks no bigger than a fly. I looked at Canada. "I can do this, you see?"

[Lenna]

France:

I followed after Canada and Spain quickly, concerned for Spain. If he kept this up he was really going he hurt himself. "Espagne, ami, at least let me bandage up your 'ands first. Zey are bleeding pretty 'eavily."


Russia:

I smiled and cocked my head to the side slightly. "Okay, little island, if that us what you want." I say cheerfully, flexing the fingers of my gloved hand, the one that wasn't holding the pipe. The British man from entered the room once more and grabbed a fistful of Fiji's hair, leading her over to a chair and forcing her to sit down, then doing up the restraints. Once he was done, he left me to get to work. "So little island, you are sure of your choice?" I asked with a childish smile, slipping my hand into my pocked and pulling out a knife, then twirling it between my fingers precariously close to her left arm, which was tied to the chair.

[Kittens of Evil]

((Uh, anyone open for Suzuki to rp with? ^^))

[Vivid]

.:Spain:.
I look down sadly and noticed that my hands and arms were bleeding pretty heavily. I made a small snort and walked forward, nearly against my will. It almost hurt my pride that I had to see France to get my hands better. But, before I could hold out my hands, I hugged France. I kept my blood of of France's clothes, but I hugged France grateful. "Thank you so much, Francia," I told him, calling him his name in my language. I released my grip on him and held my hands out to be wrapped in bandages.