ヘタリア RP | Wingtalia V.2 | Accepting

[zombles]

[ //totally thought that had replied to this ]

Ludwig crossed his arms across his chest, watching Berwald wade through the water, sending ripples across it's pristine surface. He opened up his mouth to say something else, but thought against it immediately when the other blond started talking instead. At the present question, Ludwig couldn't help glanced over at Feliciano to see if he had any ideas before looking back at Berwald. "Honestly, I have no clue."

[canadianhowl]

┌------L o v i n o V a r g a s------┐
• S. Italy
• Mood; calm / happy
• Crush; Open
• Tags; Antonio
“Ahhhhh! It's France!”
└--------------------------------------------------┘

"I hate to say this but I agree with your decision, and maybe I could also practice flying without falling." He smirked. He started flping his wings and started to try to fly to where Antonio had pointed to where they should start searching first. The Italian tried to keep his balance with the wind, but fell again, "Chigi...... Uh, I'll just walk instead."
OOC: ----

[jay,]

{ Is anyone open for Alfred? I haven't posted his starting post yet, so he can be wherever. Although I might disappear because I'm at school.

[voittoisa]

{ Hungary is open pf }

[canadianhowl]

(Matthew and Gilbert are open)

[Hideś]

[Kaneki, can you reply?
Falklands and Aland are open.]

[voittoisa]

{ Oh I'm sorry, Hide. I didn't realize you replied. Could you repost it for me? }

[Alfor]

(Ivan is open as well. He's currently petting his own wings xD)

[canadianhowl]

(Ivan is open as well. He's currently petting his own wings xD)

(Then Gilbert shall interact with Ivan then)

[Alfor]

ＩＶＡＮ Crush: open | Mood: Confused | Tags: none

With a loud groan, Ivan rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and rolled onto his back, only to immediately regret it. What the...?

The Russian immediately sprang to his feet as he spotted a platinum blonde wing. What confused him even more is that it was following his movements. Now even more confused than ever, he reached out and gently touched the surprisingly soft wings, shocked to find out that he could feel his own hand touching the wing.

That was when he realized that it was his wing.

"I must be dead...but if I were dead, I could not feel, da?" He asked himself out loud, running his hand through the soft feathers. The wings were the largest ones he had ever seen, and were the same colour of his hair. Ivan noticed that the wings gradually faded to a bright white near the bottom and a darker shade near the top. It strongly reminded him of a timber wolf's fur, but the shading on his wings weren't as drastic or noticeable.

(Here it is!)