APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary walked towards her door and grabbed the brass knob, turning it and popping the door open. She peered around in the hall before walking down the stairs. She noticed Finland on the couch before heading into the kitchen. Oh... She hadn't put anything away last night. She grabbed the milk jug and the jelley and placed those in the fridge before stuffing the peanut butter in the pantry. She set the dish she had her sandwich on in the sink. Now, what to make for breakfast?... She looked through the fridge, and soon decided to make cresant rolls. She grabbed a pan and opened up the cylinder before placing the doughy rolls on the pan. She preheated the oven before leaning back, yawning a little bit.

[hakemie]

Finland stretched his body on the couch, dropping the blanket on the floor. Drool streamed down his face sideways. Ugh! He hoped it didn't get onto the couch. Hungary would kill him for getting saliva on the furniture. Curse the day Finland started sleeping with his mouth open. He walked to the nearest sink drowsily, rubbed the crud out of his eyes, and let the sink run. Soap. Water. Check. AGFHFGHH the water was cold!!! Finland quickly turned the sink off and dried his face. "I'm off, Hungary! Thanks for letting me stay! Bye, pan magnet!" Finland called as he slipped on his jacket and beret. He turned the brass knob to the front door, shut it, and ran to find the train station.
[[I think I'm gonna let Finland start calling Prussia that now xD

[Lore-heika]

Prussia stumbled out of the guest bedroom, making a face at Finland's new name for him. "Pan Magnet? No way! I'm too awesome for a name like that!" And, seriously, it was just kind of embarrassing. Hopefully he would be called such at world meetings and whatnot... Oh man... Shaking his head, he walked into the living room, pedro g over at Hungary in the kitchen. "Croissants? French things...? Berlin... Oh dear Lord..." An involuntary shudder tore through his body at the thought of his (perverted) best friend and his little sister... Augh, he wanted to puke.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary turned around when she heard Finland leave, about to say a goodbye, but he was already gone. She couldn't help but wonder why he was in such a hurry. Must be busy. She turned her attention to Prussia now, raising an eyebrow. "So what? You know, I'm one of the people who actually thought France was more than just a pervert. Plus, these things are &@#$ good." She perked up as the oven beeped and she set the cook time. She grabbed a rag and used that to hold the pan. She placed it into the over before closing the door. She set the rag back down and leaned on the granite counter. "Berlin?... She with him or something? Well, if she is, you shouldn't worry. France wouldn't force her into anything, and even if he did- which he wouldn't- you know your sister has plenty of guns on hand."

[Lore-heika]

"It's not that..." Prussia objected, idly messing around with his sleeve as he sat down on a stool by the bar. "It's just... I dunno. It just feels all #*%@ed up to think about my little sis and one of my closer friends getting together and doing who-knows-what. I don't give a crap WHAT they do, mostly... It's more the idea itself, I guess... Now, Bavaria? She's gonna have a hell of a time dealing with it, kesese..." He couldnt help but give a chuckle. Yeah, chances are the relationship between Berlin and France would be hard for all of the Germans to take...

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary shrugged. "If they can deal with you being with me, you should be able to do the same for them. Let them choose who they want to be with. It's not like they're going to be forced into marriage or something like in the old days." It was clear on what she was refrencing. She really hadn't had all that much of a choice in it. But... She hadn't really minded back then. She had loved Austria- and perhaps she still did have feelings for him- so the marriage hadn't been all that bad. She pulled herself up onto the counter and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes.

[hakemie]

[[>:U Stupid dad won't let use use the stupid wireless mouse. now I'm stuck with a freaking zoom-in-zoom-out touchpad. It's annoyingggg]]
Finland put his hands in his pockets as he boarded the train, looking out the windows. Raindrops slid down the fine glass. "I hope it's not pouring at my place," Finland said to himself, jumping at a large bump. Finland peered out of the window again. It was a flock of sheep! And there was a red splotch in the middle...OH MY GOD THE TRAIN JUST RAN OVER A SHEEP. Finland ran as far as the train let him, and yelled at the engineer, "Stop the train!" he screeched. The train skidded to halt, a bunch of passengers complaining in response. The doors zipped open, and the nation left a bit of money in thanks. As the train fled away, Finland gently picked up the sheep. It was bleeding badly, and blood soaked onto his jacket. He'd have to go back to Hungary's house to help it. There weren't any animal hospitals that he seemed to pass on the train...

[Katgirl75]

"Well, unless you eat rice with a spoon, forks and knives are fine." Russia shrugged, pulling the pan with the food on it off the stove. He soon divided the food equally, even giving himself less so everyone else could have a little more. He wasn't the hungry anyway. "Sorry if it tastes off, because I had to use vodka instead.." Ivan said softly.

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"Dude, if you're tired, you should let me carry ya." America looked down at Philippines. "Seriously, I won't even mind. You're not going to be that heavy." He smiled at her and stopped, awaiting the answer from her.

[hakemie]

Philippines sighed, brushing some loose strands of hair out of her face. "Fine," she said, still nervous. But what was there to be nervous about? After all, she was lightweight and America was the one to carry her. Philippines brightened a bit, but not enough to change her facial expression.
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Finland raced to Hungary's house as the sheep's breathing grew heavy. "Don't die on me, sheep, don't die on me..." he repeated, stroking the sheep with his blood stained hands. Finland let out a joyful sigh as he reached Hungary's house and knocked on it frantically, looking down at the sheep worriedly.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia simply nodded and sighed, leaning his forehead down against the bar. "I'm so &@%# tired... Your guest bed squeaks. Like, really bad." He rubbed his slightly sore back, letting loose a long, loud yawn. "I will say, you're bed is WAY~ more comfortable..." Snickering a little, he reached out and picked up the salt shaker, boredly shaking some onto the countertop and beginning to mess with it. "Oi, someone's at the door."