Zombietalia [new and accepting]

[bluebearr]

;; Latvia // Raivis Galante ;;
Raivis held up both hands, "N-no, wait-!" He stammered, being dragged in. I guess this is just karma getting me back for laughing at Peter... He exhaled deeply, looking across at Peter, "Well, I guess we're both stuck here now.." He added at how Peter had began to flop.

[jay,]

Alfred nodded when Francis told his how the got there. He was about to answer when Arthur interrupted, "Could've gotten killed by what? A zombie or him?" He asked, pointing at Flavio, "I wouldn't let them touch me. You don't need to worry about me, you know," he stated.
The American heard said Italian saying something about being cute, so he looked back at him, now seeing Raivis being pulled into his hold. He laughed, before turning back to answer the other question, "I was walking, and I ran into him. We were talking and then the announcement happened, and he was being a baby so I carried him into the shop. Then I closed the door; and that is how I got into a shop," he told the others, the sarcasm obvious.

[.Yin.]

Yao Wang
"How would you two like to become apart of Italy?" The man suddenly offered. If he found you cute you were likely to get such an offer. "Or would you rather stay under that Ivans control?" He asked Raivis with a sly smirk, "Or would you rather live with Arthur, constantly being accused of not being a nation~?" His gaze turned to Peter, grip loosening. "All the pasta and tomatoes you could ever want!"

[soliciitouss]

Peter Kirkland

He thought over the option, and it honestly sounded amazing. I'll get a lot of wealth from him then I'll just secede!
He opened his mouth to agree, but two arms wrapped around his waist and ripped him away from the Italian's grip before he could answer.


Arthur Kirkland

He listened stop Alfred tell the story about how he got into the situation.
"I think you can benefit from someone worrying about you..."
But before he could say anything else, he heard Flavino talk about Peter become apart of Italy, and flipped his head faster than he's ever done.
"Ok!" Arthur cried, ripping Peter from Flavino as Peter seriously considered it, "That's enough!"

Francis Bonnefoy

He snickered as Arthur scorned Peter about joining in alliances.
"Well, Arthur suggested that we stay here the night, but maybe we should go and explore a little bit?"
Francis suggested, hoping to split up Arthur and Peter before they killed eachother.

[jay,]

Alfred looked over at Francis, nodding. He knew why the other was saying so, he'd probably be trying to do the same thing, "Are we just camping out at the car? Because that really doesn't seem like the best idea. Maybe Peter and Phobe would want to go find somewhere to stay? They can bring others along with them," he stated.
The American watched the two throw insults at each other, wondering if they would ever get along. He supposed it was possible, seeing as how he used to think the same for Francis and Arthur, but apprently they'd just driven in the same car as each other, and even now, hadn't said one thing to annoy the other.

[.Yin.]

Flavio Vargas;;
"Hey!" That same rage had entered his eyes. The same rage that he had when he had attacked Alfred earlier. How dare this man speak to him in such a manner? How dare he make a choice on something that had nothing to do with him? "Let the boy decide." His voice held a dark snarl, eyes already scanning the British man for any possible weak spots.

[jay,]

Alfred took a step closer to Arthur and Peter. He knew that look, he'd seen it on Flávio's face just before he started strangling him, "Peter," he said hoping to get the younger nations attention, going down to his hight so he could look him in the eyes, "I know you want to become a nation, but if you become part of Italy rather than part of Britan, you're still not a nation. You'll probably still have people saying you're not a nation. And with this one, I'm not sure he'd let you go if you wanted to be a nation," he told the younger boy.
The American wasn't sure how much Peter would care, but he knew that it wouldn't help him in the slightest to become Italian.

[soliciitouss]

Francis Bonnefoy

"I think I'll go with Pheobe and Peter" Francis said, "He can be quite the handlful..."
As show by the verbal war going in between Arthur and Flavio about him. Alfred had gone and tried to talk Peter out of it while the other countries argued.
"Alfred, I think I'd be a good idea to take Arthur as far away from here before those two kill each other" Francis whispered into Alfred's ear.

Arthur Kirkland

"He will do no such thing!" Arthur growled at the country, stepping closer to Peter, "He's my little brother, and you have no jurisdiction over him"
Even though he was a pain, he still was his brother, and it was still his job to take care of him. Alfred was trying to convince Peter.
"Flavio" Arthur whispered, a deadly tone taking over his voice, "Can we not do this right now? We can fight about this later if we must, but we have more important things to do"

Peter Kirkland

"It'll be better than being under his control!" Peter muttered, shooting a glare toward his brother, still fighting with Italian. Alfred gave a look of agreement, but still told him he shouldn't.
"Fine" Peter said, "If you say so, Al..."

[.Yin.]

Flavio was more child than adult. So, chances are he was going to forget about this anyway as soon as he found something that interested him more so. "I don't like you." He declared as if that meant something. His glare shifted to Alfred. "English speakers for you..." He tsked, turning away, hands on his hips. He suddenly whipped back around, aimed a punch at Arthurs face, and went back to grinning happily. "You people are funny!"

[bluebearr]

[My posts have become so short ;-;]
;; Lancashire // Pheobe Kirkland ;;
Pheobe glared at Flavio, remembering he was a 2p. She frowned, That's the first time Arthur's really ever stuck up for Peter... She rolled her eyes and placed her hands on her hips.

;; Yorkshire // Daniel Kirkland ;;
Daniel looked across at Pheobe, and could tell she was beginning to get agitated. He flicked his pale hair out of his eyes and stuffed his hands into his pockets, and sighed softly.

;; Latvia // Raivis Galante ;;
Raivis shuffled to the left and away from the Italian, not sure how he felt on brining up Ivan. He lifted his Violet gaze skyward and watched a flock of birds flee in a huge huddle.