The machine disease. A hetalia roleplay (accepting)

[the machine]

"What did he say?" Gold Coast asked, taking a fork and eating some steak that was on her plate that she had just cooked.

[Immortalkitten]

Greenland shrugged. "He, um, said that it was from outer space. That's about it. The rest of the conversation was wasted because of America."

[the machine]

"Ah, that sorta sucks." Melbourne replied.

[Immortalkitten]

(Oh, shoot. It was my turn?)

"He's so annoying. I want to punch him in the face one day." Greenland said. Maybe Tony could give her a hand.

[the machine]

(Yep)

"Dang... We still haven't heard from Brisbane though...." Gold Coast sighed, missing her little sister.

[Immortalkitten]

"It's probably very likely that they are hiding or have turned into a robot." Greenland said, now taking the time to look around the room and take one of the empty seats.

[the machine]

"Maybe... I'm just a little worried about my sister..." Gold Coast said, still worried.

[Immortalkitten]

Greenland glanced at her. "Well, I'm looking for an antidote," she said, crossing her legs.

[the machine]

" really?" Melbourne asked, starting to cheer up.

[Immortalkitten]

"Yes, and if Canada hadn't asked me to, I wouldn't be," Greenland said. The northern country took out a notepad, jotted some stuff down, and looked around. "You can come with me if you'd like."