by herald. » Thu Dec 13, 2012 12:53 pm
(Yes! *Fist pump*)
2P America snickered, but didn't bother thanking (2P)Italy. The Italian most likely just did what he had for the fun of it, not because he was trying to help him. Besides, said country was now long gone, chasing after his own counterpart. The moment 1P America slowed down due to (2P)Italy's efforts, he saw that (2P)Canada had taken the chance to grab the other's bomber jacket. A sneer now plastered onto his face, but it quickly disappeared as the country shook the jacket off. Speeding up himself, the two shards still clutched in one hand, he attempted to use his bat to try and hit the other america behind the knees, right at the pressure point, to dissolve the distance between them. He cast a glare at (2P)Canada as he tried to hit his counterpart, but at the time didn't complain. The sooner 1P America was brought down, the better, and right now, that was all that mattered.
A shadowy figure clad in black slowly approached a door, carefully looking over the chair currently jamming it shut from the outside. Sighing, 2P Russia leaned against the wall next to the door, ready attack to anyone who tried to get in or get out, a bloodstained and rusty pipe in his long, black overcoat. This may keep them from getting out for a while, but anyone who tries could still escape. Not to mention anyone on the outside could easily free them... he thought, perfectly aware of the situation by now. Whose flawed idea was this? If I wasn't here right now, all of their poor efforts could have gone to waste...
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xif i close my eyes again,
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x(can i reach you by
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xing my eyes?)
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x♥
kimbap ♡
jae-bby ♥
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