APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

[hakemie]

"Open up!" Finland yelled, knocking on the door harder. "I don't care who opens the door, Prussia, Hungary! Let me in!" he shouted, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around the sheep as a low grade bandage.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary subconciously grabbed the salt on the countertop and threw it over her shoulder as she started walking towards the door. "Calm down, Tino. I'm coming." she said in a slightly irate manner. She pushed open the door, and the sight before her nearly made her gag. She could stand blood, yes, but seeing in on both Finland and the helpness ovine was horrible. She stared for a little bit before jerking her thumb into the house. "Get that thing in here. Now." she ordered before rushing off towards one of her closets. She pulled out a purple towel and walked over to the counter, pushing everthing off, including the salt Prussia was playing with. She lay the towel out and motioned towards it. "Put it on here." she told him before going to look for her first aid kit.

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New Zealand looked down at the foreign meal in excitement. It actually looked rather tasty. She smiled and grabbed the needed silverware and lay it out on the table. She sat down in her chair and scooted in before grabbing her fork. She immidiately dug in. It did taste a bit more alchoholic than she guessed it should've, but it still tasted great. She looked up at Ivan. "This is actually really good!"

[hakemie]

Tino ran in, setting the sheep on the purple towel. He stroked it softly, and slowly removed his blood-dipped jacket. The sheep cried out, its noise echoing throughout the house. Finland nervously awaited Hungary, his senses tingling.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia almost protested his annoyance with her pushing off his salt pile, but the sight of the bloodied creature in Finland's grasp rendered him speechless at first. "W-What the hell...? Where'd that thing come from?" This was a bit startling and unexpected... Shaking his head, the albino gazed up, eyeing Finlsnd and Hungary. "Uhh... Need me to do anything?" He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty, at least.

[Katgirl75]

Russia moved sat in the chair next to New Zealand's. When she had said it tasted really good, he smiled wide. "Thank you. It is one of my favorites." He took a large bite, eating it happily and swallowing. he was so glad he was able to cook for all of them, since he was very proud of his food and his culture.

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America smiled and easily picked up Philippines bridal-style. And he was right- she was really, really light. "Do you have any idea where we're going, 'cause I sure don't." America gave a small chuckle at his stupidness, and headed a random way, trying to find a hospital or something.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary retrieved the first aid kit and set it next to the poor animal. She pulled out some scissors and began cutting the wool around the main wounds. Perspiration covered her forehead as she worked as carefully as possible. As she finished cutting around an area, she grabbed the rag she had used before to hold the pan and dipped some disinfectant on it. She dabbed it on the wound despite the animals protests. She caressed it's hair gently in an effort to calm it down. It managed to kick her a few times in the stomach, but she simply ignored it. She cleaned the wound and the blood surrounding it before grabbing stitching supplies. She put the thread through the eye of the needle, tied it, and slowly began pulling the wound back together. The animal continued to cry, and she knew it was in pain. She managed to snatch some numbing medicene and smear it around the area she was working on.

o.o.o.o.o

New Zealand simply grinned at Russia before continuing to dig into the wonderful meal. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, ignoring the sauce that stayed before taking a few more bites. The little bit of pavlova she had ate only barely held her off- she was truly starving. She was already about half-way through the meal, like a vaccum. She felt a little embarassed at her gluttony, but she didn't mind all that much.

[hakemie]

Philippines blushed, crossing her arms. "So you talk me into letting you carry me like this and you don't know where we're going?!" she scolded him, lightly slapping him in the cheek. "Ugh, I think there's a hospital somewhere around here," she began to grow redder as people started to point. "Just hurry up, okay? People are starting to stare."
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Finland's eyes were like bullets around the sheep. After the treatment was finished, he looked up at Hungary in awe. "Are you a doctor or something? That was amazing!" he complimented, patting her on the back. "How did you learn to do that?"

[Lore-heika]

((Juliet's acquired bronchitis, it seems. She'll post in a little while.))

Prussia watched Hungary work, cringing slightly every now and then at the houses emitting from the small animal. Okay, so maybe he WAS perfectly fine with not having to treat the sheep. He could treat more quickly, but it wasn't always neat. Ah, those were the days. The wars, the bloodshed, the thrills... He craved just one more day of such things. But it was useless to wish for such things.

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Australia munched on the food finally, though had given it a number of firm stares before doing so. He chewed, swallowed, and groaned, eyes narrowing with a small pout of defeat on his face, blushing slightly. "I-It's not horrible, I s'ppose..." Okay, so it WAS actually pretty tasty. But he wasn't e actly proud of acknowledging it.

[::madlyhazel]

(((Oh no, Juliet! D: I hope she gets better.)))

Hungary didn't look up as she fixed a few areas and continued petting the sheep. "I just know it. I had to treat myself and others a lot back in the day, so I learned easily how to do this. But..." But it was still painful for her to do. She now rubbed her sore stomach and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. Hopefully the animal would be okay. She walkd away and grabbed a bowl before filling it with tap water. She placed it in front of the animal and slowly coaxed it to drink. It began, but seemed too weak to reach its head very far. She began tilting the bowl slightly, a little bit at a time, to help the animal drink. It needed fluid in its body. She finally finished with the bowl of water and pet the head of the ovine. It closed it's eyes, seeming to rest.

[hakemie]

"Will it be okay?" Finland asked quietly, eying the ovine's now covered wounds. He went to the sink to wash his blood covered hands, and cringed at the thick scent of the sheep's blood. "Oi."