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

[Vivid]

.:Spain:.
I laugh, but it was more absent that my happiness. I was thinking about why Britain would do such a thing. It was probably obvious, because I could feel my face contorn with thought and displeasure while thinking about that. What in the world would prompt him to join sides with Russia, that beast? That blood, gory beast?

[Mardigraskit]

Raising her head, Morocco stifled a sniffle, whiping tears from her cheek. She grasped Atlantica's wrist, pulling herself to a standing position.
"I... I am going to fight. And I am going to make sure that I am victorious." Her expression morphed to that of somber determination, eyes narrowing as she made the conclusion of what she was going to do. But, a sudden pain sunk in, causing her to lean her back onto the stall once more.
"Atlantica, you have plently of friends." She started first, but then the pain came back once more.
"..My friends have been split into two.. I can't... I'll be forced to fight one of them...If not more. All of my friends and allies will have turned on each other.." Shaking her head, Soraphine moved her gaze to the horses which lined the inside of the multiple stalls. A devilish smirk played her lips, curling them upwards as she remembered her first thought.
"Well that's a thought I have to put aside. For now, since I dispise the thought of being car sick once more," One thing Morocco couldn't do was ride in cars. Planes, boats, tanks, those she was fine with. Cars ? Not a chance.
"Time to ride. The Allies split, didn't they ?" She questioned, making her way down the hall to one of the broader stallions awaiting her. The Spanish Barb, a dun stallion, leaned out of his stall. When he saw the woman, he eagerly raised his head in a powerful neigh, earning a laugh from Morocco.
"That's right, Gero, we're heading out. Come on, boy."
She unlatched the stallion's stall and watched as the large, overly large, stallion trot out and halted infront of her. Smiling fondly, she grasped the horse's mane and mounted him, bareback, with both of her hands intangled in his mane. The stallion reared, earning a scold from the woman, who now looked at Atlantica with the same smirk.
"You riding ?"

[Zelda Prouvaire]

Canada: I saw the look on Spain's face and knew exactly what he was thinking about: Britain. I was having unpleasant thoughts about him as well. Why had he chosen the side he had? I would have thought America of all people would have been able to talk him out of it, but obviously it hadn't worked.The more I thought about him, the more upset I became. Britain had raised me along with France..I had looked up to him while growing up. I admired him, trusted him, but he had destroyed that trust. And Russia...his choice didn't have to be considered. In my mind, Russia was always evil and always will be. To the Baltics, to his own sisters, to everyone.
"We should probably go, Spain..." I said thickly, wanting to leave before I lost it.

[catsandwolves]

Atlantica smiled. "That's the Morocco I know." She nodded. "Yeah. I'm right behind you. Now, let's go show the world what we're made of." She got on. "And if your friends are split in two, then you have realize who's really your friend, and who was thinking of you when choosing sides."

[Vivid]

.:Spain:.
I nodded, knowing exactly what he was thinking. I looked at France and sighed. "I guess I'd be off then, France. Muchas gracias, amigo," I told him, looking at him sadly. I gave him a woeful smile and said quietly, "for everything." I looked down at my bandaged hands and looked at Canada, giving him a look that said that I was ready whenever.

[Mardigraskit]

Gero, the stallion, wiggled under the weight and angrily pounded his hooves, shaking his head this way-and-that.
Morocco grinned, though at the thought of her horse's displeasure the grin faltered. "Right... We'll be heading to France first. Big Brother will know what to do- oh !" Geno nearly bucked again.
"It seems like Geno doesn't enjoy this much weight- not that you're heavy or anything. He's a Spanish Barb- he's accustomed to my weight only. So, if you would kindly dismount, I'll bring out another or you can do so- as long as they're tacked up properly. And then we'll be gone. Okay ?"

[catsandwolves]

Atlantica nodded. "Of course." She slid off and looked around. "So, to France first? Great." She nodded.

((Writers block, why you no like?! ))

[Mardigraskit]

"That one."
Morocco pointed to a mare dozing off at the nearest stall. Her coat was a flea-bitten gray, mane and tail black in color. "Dundee. She'll work. Here." She neatly removed a set of reins from the hook next to her and tossed them to Atlantica. "Bring out Dundee and fasten the reins on her, and mount. Do so quickly." Glancing back down at the horse she rode, she grinned once more.
"Geno !"
Rearing, the stallion pounded at the air, landing in a sprint. He burst through the doors, as they were partly open, and towards the path that would lead to the connection to Europe- she might have been in Africa, but she had her ways of transport. The stallion snorted, galloping at an alarming speed.

[catsandwolves]

Atlantica nodded and quickly put on the reins. She got on Dundee and urged her into a gallop after Morocco. She tightened her legs around the mare's barrel and leaned forward, looking through her ears and holding onto her mane. She pushed her faster. She looked down, seeing the ground was no more than a blur of brown and green. She smiled and looked back ahead.

[Zelda Prouvaire]

Lithuania: I shook my head, mind clear of ideas. "I don't know, Poland...I just don't know...as much as I hate to admit it, hiding seems to be the best option at the moment..." I said, ashamed of my cowardice.

Canada: I gave a final wave to France and started a long the street, making sure Spain was behind me.
"How did you get here, Antonio? I have a boat...did you come here by foot?"