HeLLo MYsElf (1P vs 2P Hetalia rp)(new and accepting)

[Arthur Κirkland]

Oliver sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. What was wrong with this other Englishman? He didn't seem to care about threats, only focusing on being a pest. "Oi, did you hear me? Any more of this behavior and I'll be forced to remind you I'm here, Arthur." He warned, narrowing his eyes a bit as he looked on at the other.

"Hm... I have to admire your spirit, but then again, I suppose I'm working to extinguish that." Jean murmered as he listened to the other once more go off on him - he was braver than he appeared. "But, although I hate to admit it, you're rather entertaining when you're worked up like this." He added, an almost purr-like tone leaving his lips, perhaps he finding the other's actions more than just entertaining. Maybe, just maybe, he was, in a blatantly mocking way, telling the Frenchman he was 'cute' when he was like this.

Nevio smirked a little, bringing out his own cellphone. "Alright then." He agreed, seeming oh so very smug about this whole thing. "What's his number? I'll dial it for you." Flipping the phone, he glanced at the other, raising a brow as he waited for the digits.

[The Lost Gremlin]

Talking to- 2P!England
Feeling- Sick, unnerved
Status- Single

England/Arthur Kirkland
Arthur didn't stop against the ropes even as the other spoke, even though his energy had been sapped a great deal from previous attempts and blood loss.
"Don't get in such a tizzy," England all but growled, "I heard you, although I don't see what else you could do to make my life anymore delightful at this moment." After pausing quite briefly he began another more feeble attempt at trying to loosen the ropes, up to the extent where the chair began to rock. Then he stopped once again. "I don't suppose you'll tell me what your next plans are?"

[Wolf'sflame]

2P Japan, after a while, seemed satisfied that Japan's wounds were disinfected enough, and he put the spray bottle down. "Alright, that's done," he said. "Don't move or you'll just make it worse for yourself. I'll be back in a bit." He left the room again, heading for the kitchen- he could tell where it was by the scent wafting from the room. He walked in, glancing at the stew that 2P England had made. "... Hands? Those don't have a lot of meat, you know... More bone than anything else," he said gruffly, glancing at Arthur's wrists. He walked over to the sink, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the tap, leaving the kitchen and walking back to the room he kept his own counterpart in. He took a sip of the water, then set it down on the nightstand. "Brought you some water; thirsty?" he asked, watching Kiku.

"I see." Canada smiled. "I guess that makes sense, but are you really going to take my place? It's a huge responsibility." Matthew struggled a bit, his arms starting to cramp up from being chained to the wall for so long. "Uhh, sorry to be asking so many questions, but how long am I going to stand here against the wall? I-I'm not as strong as you are."

2P!Canada smiled before replying, "It makes sense... I do hope you are strong enough to last this little fun, I'd hate to loose my little toy first. My Japan is a little cruel, but I'll be just a little more gentle. Sixty lashes sound good?" All the while, Riley wanted to draw this out to see how he would react to this. Of course, this was the last time the other Candian could ask for mercy, maybe then he'd lessen the lashes but either way he was going to start right after.

Japan's brown eyes darted to his counterpart the moment the door opened, spotting the drink in the other nation's hands. The water seemed both tantalizing and suspicious at once, Japan had taken such a beating that he needed to be rehydrated but it could be poision of some sort as well. Seeing the nation take a sip and swallow it before offering, Japan gave into his need and replied, "Yes." His body was exhausted though, so he wasn't even sure if he could stand up to get it. Now degrading would it be if he had to crawl over to get it?

[Alfred F. Jones]

2P Japan stepped over to his counterpart, picking the water up once more and kneeling on the bed beside Kiku. "You're going to have to sit up or else you'll be spilling the water all over yourself," he told him. "You still have some of your abdomen muscles intact, so it shouldn't be too hard," he added, smirking a little.

France growled a little. "I suppose entertainment is all I'll ever be to you, so it doesn't matter," he spat, his narrowed blue eyes almost appearing icy in color due to the clear malice he felt for the other.

"N-no... I want to do it," Italy insisted- he didn't trust the other Italian in the least. He didn't know who else Nevio would call if he was asking for the number, but he couldn't help but feel that he couldn't trust the other. However, he might end up having to tell him Germany's phone number anyways. After all, he was tied up, and it wasn't likely that his counterpart would untie him just to let him make a call.

[GriffinHeart101]

"S-sixty? Okay." Matthew sighed, there was no use arguing anyways. "Isn't this going to be, um, a little ineffective?" He whispered, looking down at his usual brown suit that he wore to most meetings. He smirked at the thought that his counterpart had chained him to the wall without bothering to make him take his shirt off. Then again, it probably was so he couldn't run away, even though the Canadian wouldn't be capable of doing much out of fear.

[denji3884]

[recap? anywhere i can jump in? oh, and rl is getting really busy for me, so I might either have to quit or have someone roleplay my characters for me ^^'.]

[Arthur Κirkland]

Oliver nearly laughed at his counterpart's words - nearly. "Really? I could most definitely make your life more 'delightful', as you put it." He assured, then hummed. "Well, we can start by having you finish this bowl. No use having it go to waste." He decided, putting another spoonful of the soup into the other Englishman's mouth, smirking.

"Is that so?" Jean scoffed, smiling a bit. "I suppose it that's how you feel, I won't try to change your mind. But, never decide someone's feelings for them." He finished, watching the other in silence.

Nevio sighed heavily. "Here, you van watch me dial his number." He said, turning so he was over the other's shoulder, the phone in Italy's view. "Now, what's his number?" He asked again.

[Alfred F. Jones]

"Feelings? It's hard to believe you have any feelings," France said haughtily, before averting his gaze from the other completely. Who does he think he is to lecture me about something he doesn't care about? he thought with utter abhorance.

Italy blinked, looking at the phone. "U-um..." He paused for a moment, then told his counterpart Germany's phone number, stating the digits slowly. Of course he had it memorized, but he felt uneasy. Maybe he didn't want proof, after all... Nevio was so confident about this. Too confident, in fact.

[Arthur Κirkland]

Jean snorted softly, purple-hued gaze still on France, even after he finally averted his own azure eyes. "Of course I have feelings. It's how I act them out that's different from you and the other Nations of this world." He concluded, closing his eyes for a moment.

As Italy spoke the numbers, Nevio pressed them in, and soon enough pressed 'talk' to initiate the call. Immediately, a ringing echoed throughout the room. A triumphant smirk broke out on the Italian's face as he pulled Germany's cellphone from his pocket. "Opps... Seems I might have taken his phone with me after I was done... How unfortunate." He said in a twistedly innocent voice. "Lovely to think the last thing her heard from you was 'Germany, Germany! Guess what? You wanna know a secret? I always hated you.' Ah, how delightful that expression of his was~" He chimed, his voice sounding so much like his counterpart's, it was easy to see how he'd tricked the German.

[Alfred F. Jones]

"That's got to be the most ridiculous thing I've heard come from your mouth yet," France mumbled, though he truthfully couldn't care less if he heard him or not. "It's none of my business what your feelings are about anything anyways, and frankly I don't care, so don't bother telling me anything about it," he said, a little louder.

Italy's eyes widened as he heard his phone widen, and he stiffened his shouldes. "N-no... I-I-I said it wrong!!! That's not his phone number! T-there must have been a mistake..! It's not.. true..." He trailed off, a harrowing sensation settling into his heart. "D-don't say I said it... I didn't say that... I'd never say it," he said weakly, tears filling his eyes and spilling onto his cheeks. He felt immense guilt and a seemingly perpetual heaviness in his heart for some reason- he knew that Germany must hate him now, if he was even alive... He has to be alive..! But.. he's not going to come save me... He thinks I hate him, and now he hates me... It's all his fault, it wasn't me! It wasn't me, Germany! he thought desperately, a sob escaping his lips.