APH RP (Hetalia Club members Look here!)

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary blinked as Prussia snapped at the employee. Hmph. She then turned back to the dressed up man before her. "Alright. It'd be nice, and not to mention adorable, if you did wear this." She told him. She gave him a little peck on the cheek. She blushed a little again, but it was just out of joy. She had to take one last look at him before looking at the other various items around them. "Would you like me to pick out another suit or something?" She questioned, glaring at the employee slightly.

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Peru suddenly stopped writhering around as Berlin began to mess with his hair. A joyed expression overcame his face and he made a few happy noises. "Okay~!" He sang out cheerfully. "Das alles ist Berlin!" He told her, a big grin on is face. He had no idea what that meant.

(((Ja, Koru. Belarus pwease? ^^)))

[beekind]

Belarus glanced from New Zealand,to RUssia,to the multiple knives hidden all around her dress and back again. She gave NZ a quick glare before looking up at her brother,face void of emotion. "May I drive home,Ivan?" She asked in Russian.

Berlin jumped up,ran across the sidewalk and yanked Romano down to her level so fast it was a blur. "Listen here,and listen good,Tomato ^%#$@!@. I can stand a lot of things. Getting drunk,being referred to as a Potato &^#@$,But never...Don't you DARE insult my language,my country or my People.Got that,Idiota?" She hissed,her eyes narrowed to slits,her voice deadly low. "Cause your language ain't exactly a peice of cake either."

[Lore-heika]

Prussia shrugged, stepping back into the dressing room. "Ja, sure. Go ahead. Just throw anything you find over the space at the top." He shut the door, forgetting to lock it this time- but, hey, that guy shouldn't bother them anymore, right? Clearly getting assaulted by a Prussian with a coathanger was NOT on his list of things to do. Prussia slipped off the clothes, setting them back onto the correct hangers. He hooked it onto the wall and sat down, waiting for Hungary to toss some clothes over.

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Australia stared at Belarus as she spoke, a bit perplexed and clueless about what was going on. She was speaking a Russian dialect, of that much he was certain, but aside from that, he could only hope that she was giving Ivan a piece of her mind. This needed stopped.

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Romano frowned. She had hjust spoken his language, did she not realize that? Perhaps it had been for emphasis, but it just proved her point false in his mind. "I'm not asking you to SPEAK my language, &@^# it! I just said I wasn't gonna say anything in German!" He couldn't help but spit the word. German. How vile.

[beekind]

Berlin pushed him away from her,but she was seething on the inside. "You know what I'd like to know,Romano? Why you hate us?What has all of Germany done to make you such a Jerk? What,Romano?What? Because as far as I can recall,I've never come to your country for a world meeting,dissed your country's culture,ans refused to ea the food.." She glared at him. "Why would I want to speak your language?I probably couldn't.could I? Surely no Potato Freak is intelligent enough to go that." She shoved past him,purposefully hitting him with her shoulder and stalked off down the street,not caring where she was going.

((Ah,Angry BErlin is fun to type.))

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary walked back into the aisles, looking for a decent outfit. She soon found a soft black jacket, a white, button-up shirt, and matcing black pants. She nodded to herself and walked back over to Prussia's dressing room. She carefully threw it over the door, hoping it didn't get too wrinkled in the process.

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Peru made a noise of clear irritation as Berlin left. He got back up and ran over, tugging at Berlin's sleeve. He didn't even take note of the situation they were in. "Berlin~! Will you mess with my hair again?" He asked innocently. He had rather liked it, for some odd, unexplainable reason.

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New Zealand gave the slightest yelp as Belarus came over. She wasn't sure why she was so afraid of the nation. Perhaps because how she seemed to resent her currently. She gripped the back of Russia's cloak tighter and hid closer and further behind him, trying to not look at Belarus.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia soon found himself getting a few articles of clothing getting tossed at his face. Well. At least she had found something, but... Shaking his head, he pulled the shirt on and buttoned it up, slipping the jacket on over it. He pulled on the pants, managing to button them after fiddling with the annoying clasp (really, what was wrong with normal buttons anyway?). He opened the door, stuffing his hands into the pant pockets. "This okay?"

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Romano gritted his teeth, grown deepening. He had plenty of reasons to dislike the Germans. Heck, he was just ethnocentric, he couldn't help it. Lets see- a German had taken his brother away and threw him into WWII. Germanic invaders had been one reason for Rome's fall. German food was disgusting, and their customs were just plain odd. He had distrusted a German soldier way back when for acting so casually around Spain. He had many reasons to dislike the Germans. They were just so... Country and had poor physiology. He felt almost guilty, but didn't, couldn't, apologize.

[beekind]

Berlin Growled at the back of her throat.She was angry,no,she was beyond angry. She'd been angry when her bear was dyed blue. Now she was furious. The self-righteous tomato thought he could go around accusing Germans of everything? It was wake-up time. Berlin hadn't wanted any of this. It wasn't like one day when she was a baby she'd decided,'Hey,I think I'll grow up,follow my brothers into a war we never should've entered,get horribly scarred and never heal! Oh,while i'm on it,I'll decide to be the home to one of the world's most terrible people!And you know what? I think I'll ditch my Country for his younger brother so I can be the capital of Germany instead of Prussia! That sounds fun!' She clenched her hand so hard that her nails bit into her palm and it started bleeding. That Frickin; Italian lumped them all into one group. Germans. She glared at the sidewalk. What?Did he think they went out and fought wars all the time? Yes,she'd been trained to fight,but for the most part she sat at a desk in a government building,doing paperwork. She saw the nation. "oh.hey Peru."

Liesl was sitting at Romano's feet and looking up at him so intently,it was as if she were speaking. The bear seemed to frown before she roared. She scratched his leg lightly before turning and trotting after Berlin and Peru.

Belarus rolled her eyes. "You might as well come out,I can see you." she didn't even bother to try to hide her thick accent.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary smiled once again and walked back over to Prussia, examining him. For some weird reason, the jacket really seemed to fit him. She gave a nod to him before straightening out his shirt. It has crinkled slightly when he had put it on. After pulling at it a little and patting it down, her smile grew. "Oh, I know it's going to be hard to decided in the end which one I like most!"

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Peru suddenly noticed her discomfort. "Ah, Potatoe Queen! Are you feeling alright?" He asked, not having of noticed the entire quarrel between her in Romano. Even so, he tugged at her sleeve again. "Will you please pet my hair again Berlin? It feels so nice~!"

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New Zealand continued to hide, not sure what to do. She finally peeked her head out from behind Russia. "Please leave us-" She then caught a glimpse of Australia. She stuttered and immidiately hid behind Russia again, a heavy blush on her face. She practically buried her head into his cloak in an effort to hide her face.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia snorted lightly. "Well I don't have THAT much money on me. Gotta pick one eventually." He glanced at it in the mirror, thinking. Well, it was a bit less formal- and probably more inexpensive- than the tux, though even he would admit it wasn't quite as flattering. "Hm... Ah well- just keep 'em coming, I guess." He really had no idea what he was doing anyway... He stepped back into the dressing took, pulling off the clothes again.

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Romano nibbled the inside of his cheek, watching them walk away before slowly strolling behind, trailing a ways as to not upset Berlin further. Well, she didn't have to take it all so personally! It wasn't like he hated her specifically- heck, as Germans went, she was relatively tolerable. Okay. So an apology was definately in order. He just... Wasn't sure how to go about doing that. He just... Didn't apologize. Ever. This could be harder than he thought...

((Meh. Aussie will be later. Not feeling to to RPing him ATM.))

EDIT: Australia couldn't take much more of this suspense. The nonesense just... It needed to end. Now. Swallowing a gulp of saliva anxiously, he strode up to the group, though took good care to stay as far away from Russia as possible. "Alright, enough o' this. Commie, back it up. I swear, if anything 'appens to 'er, you'll regret it. Ya don't wanna cause trouble, eh?"

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary giggled again before heading back into the aisles. Maybe she should just mess with him a little... Way in the back, she found one of the fluffiest jackets she had ever seen. And it was pink. It had matching, almost sparkley pants as well. And to top it off, it had a strand of white feathers you wrapped around your neck. She laughed a little and took these over to the dressing room, throwing them in. "I know they look weird, but, trust me, they'll look great!"

o.o.o.o.o.o.o

New Zealand peered around Russia again to look at Australia. "Aussie..." She said quietly. She looked from him to Belarus, and from Belarus to Russia. She gave a long sigh and leaned her head on Russia's side- since he was at least a foot taller than her. She could understand why Australia was so upset, but she didn't like it.