Hetalia High!!

[Kurome~]

Liechtenstein

She looked around the group of countries much stronger . She shuffled to the back "Maybe I should go " she thought .

(Gtg go to bed )

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea nodded, feeling her friend's discomfort. "I'll visit you later ok?" she said smiling.

[herald.]

"Iceland... Nice to meet you," Emil replied, remembering his manors at the last moment. He brushed off his uniform with his white gloves, although the collision itself hadn't really gotten him dirty. It was simply an effort to stall awkward conversation. Man, there sure are a lot of them... he thought, looking at each member of the group with a cool gaze. There could only be one reason so many countries were traveling together... "Are you all heading to the orientation, by any chance?" he asked in a monotone better suited for his brother than for him. Hopefully these people actually knew where they were going.

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea looked at Iceland and nodded, "Yup!~ Would you like to come with us?"

[epimetheus]

hey Icey quick question - in your previous post, you were talking about Hong Kong, correct?

{ - Netherlands - }
[ _ He suddenly remembered something - they had orientation pretty soon. "Well. I'd better get going." he mumbled, heading in the direction of where they said the orientation would take place. He just hoped he wouldn't run into anyone - figuratively or literally. Adjusting his blue-and-white scarf, he started to walk at a slightly slower pace, if that was even possible.

[herald.]

Iceland shrugged, looking out a nearby window to avoid making eye contact with any of them. If he did, they might notice that he was actually completely lost. "Yeah, sure. Why not," he said, tearing his gaze back to the group of nations. The only one he recognized was Russia, whom had been generous lately and was helping him out with his economy. However, the Icelander still didn't trust him; he was just the kind of person that was suspicious to him, even if he was grateful to the tall Russian.

(Yep- No one else has huge eyebrows in this little group x3)

[-Forever&Always-]

North Korea nodded at Hong Kong, and turned back to Iceland, "So you're Iceland. How's life with the Nordics?"

[herald.]

Iceland felt his eyes narrow ever so slightly when hevwas asked about the other Nordics. The truth would probably come out as disrespectful one way or another, but he couldn't just lie, could he? "It's nice enough," he said vaguely, not able to come up with a better excuse for the time being. "Shouldn't we get going to the orientation? We might wind up late," he said, trying to change the subject.

[epimetheus]

actually... I thought there was England.
whatever.

{ - Hong Kong - }
[ _ Hong Kong was a bit surprised when he collided with Iceland. He stepped back, emitting a small, "Sorry." He waited for the rest of the group to move on, standing at the back in silence. They were a very large group now... "Great way to make friends." he muttered, rubbing his forehead. The nation was pretty sure that they were heading to the orientation. Now that was a good thing, but bad at the same time as everybody is going to be there... Wow. It'll be really easy to dissolve in the shadows there, he thought sarcastically, now dreading it. He listened faintly to the others conversations about life and the orientation and such. _ ]

[Arthur Κirkland]

((Yeah, England's there (though he'd rather not be; was never a huge fan of crowds) ^^ Sorry I disappeared... I was at an event thing with my friends, and we got to watch a show and eat cheese cake and stuff e w e))

England attempted to edge away from the group, not liking how many nations had gathered in the now increasingly stuffy hallway. In all honesty, he'd rather just travel to orientation alone anyhow. He was used to being a loner, and now was no exception. "Ah, If you'll excuse me..." He murmered, making his way through the group to start on his way to where he'd planned to arrive at shortly; the orientation room. However, a familiar stopped him in his tracks. Was that Hong Kong? He hadn't looked too happy to see him, but then again, he had no reason to. After taking the younger country from China to raise as his own colony, he went on to dump him right back into Yao's hands. But the truth was, it hadn't been an easy decision. Yes, he'd played cold; he'd hidden away his emotions to hide any hurt he was feeling, but like with America after the revolution. Giving a click of annoyance, he looked away abruptly, now more than ever wanting to escape the crowd, and did just that. He prayed no one would come after him to bring him back; what would be the point anyhow? And no one could notice one Briton gone missing in that small sea of faces, could they? He hoped not.