APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

[Katgirl75]

At that, Russia glared at the country beside him. "What was that?" He asked, a evil smirk on his face. She had mentioned that the baltics hated him.. Sure he already knew that, but she didn't need to bring it up. His face instantly turned into one with no expression, waiting her reaction.If she slipped again, she was going to get hurt..

[::madlyhazel]

New Zealand paled and tensed up, her fingertips brushing over the bump in her pocket that was her pocketknife. She did respond soon, however. "I... I just said that even if the... Even if the Baltics dislike you... They'd help you out... Even if you hurt them back then. They wouldn't leave you... At least I don't think so... Unless they really hate you..." Which they probably did. She took in a nervous gulp, her hand slowly reaching into her pocket just in case.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia felt a sudden lightness on his head. Granted, his head was pretty light and air prior, but that's not the point. Reaching up, he swept his hair back with his hand- wait, where was Gilb- "O-Oye, you!" Was that Mexico? Argh...! Hurriedly, he sped off after her, though lost sight as she disappeared down the hall, back inside the building. Crap...! "Get back here, you churizo-eating b****!" Running further down the hal, he frantically searched out his beloved bird, passing by the closet without so much as a clue where she truly was.
Gilbird struggled, desperate to give a cheep of alarm, though Mexico's hand was cutting it short.
Spain, meanwhile, stared after Prussia as he fled, blinking a few times in confusion. Ehh...? What just happened? Hmm... Oh, the Australian sky was certainly a lovely shade of blue! Ahh~... Why was he here again?

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Australia shrugged as Mexico disappeared out of sight, stepping away from the window and taking a seat again. He let out a puff of air, boredly drumming his fingertips against the tabletop. His eyes fell upon New Zealand, and a thick eyebrow slowly rose. Why would his sister be conversing with the likes of HIM? He eyed them carefully, making a noise. Must keep an eye out...

[julietsrose]

Hearing an angry Prussia run by, most likely being too dumb to look in a closet, she poked her head out, and let out a sigh when she saw the empty hallway. She looked down at Gilbird who had finally shut up before smiling and stroking his head. She put the tiny bird on her shoulder when he didn't give a peep of protest. Finally walking out of the closet, she decided to run to the meeting room, hoping that she didn't meet an unhappy Prussia along the way. She stuck her head around the corner, making sure he wasn't there before running around and heading towards the stairs. She went up a couple of stairs before tripping and hitting her head on the stairs. "D@%$ it..."

[Ravenevermore]

England not so subtly stared at New Zealand and Russia. Why was she talking to HIM? Not that he cared, of course. Whoever she talked to was none of his business after all. She did seem to be frightened... Perhaps as a gentleman he should intervene. "Er, Russia, what do we say we start off by discussing your country?"

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Bavaria watched as the girl she sort of remembered as Mexico jacked Gilbird. Then she burst into uncontrollable laughter. It overtook her so much that she fell to her knees, clutching her sides. This deserved congratulations. She headed back into the building. She wasn't sure where the girl was hiding, but it better be a good place. That was when she heard the crash coming from the stairwell. She opened the door and saw Angela, Gilbird happily sitting on her shoulder. "Hi, I'm Bavaria. I think you jacked my brother's bird. Congrats." she smirked. "You should probably give him back though, because Gilbird is Prussia's only friend. I think it's due to his unawesome syndrome."

[qittenpie]

Denmark hissed in pain and tried to hop away from the Micronation. Ja, he'd been right about Sealand being taught to hate him. "Geez, Sealand, don't you have better things to do? Playing with Finland's dog? Impersonating Canada? Eating England's food and dying?" Hey wait a..."And I'm a Viking! I'd go to Valhalla, you runt!"

((Or Hel. Two-faced Hel, queen of the underworld. :'D I recently read a book that featured the Nordic Gods as characters...))

[::madlyhazel]

"Nope! And I'll never let go!" Sealand screeched as he continued to hold onto Denmark's leg. He really wasn't doing a whole lot, but he felt like he was doing good in just attacking Denmark. He felt like a big, powerful, good nation. He felt like his Papa. He grinned, laughing some. "I'm gonna kill you! Then I'll make Papa proud and give him your land since your dead! Then Papa will be so much stronger, even if he's really strong now! Die, evil creature!" He then bit Denmark's leg hard. Drastic times called for drastic measures.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia continued onward, flamboyantly marching forward with the determination of a mother bird. Wait... That didn't seem quite right... He shook his head, though soon retaliated upon the sound of a thump from behind him. Whirling around, he spun on his heel and took off speeding in the direction of the stairwell. "Gimme back the #*%@ing bird! I'll take your big@$$ sombreros and send you across the ocean on one! Kesese, how's THAT feel?!" Giving a cackle, he burst forward, though clumsily stumbled in the process. He managed to trip face-first into the door, sliding onto the floor and rubbing at the growing bruise on his head. Uh... Ow.

[julietsrose]

Hearing Prussia and his not so nice words, Mexico got up and started running up the stairs again. She held her head while running due to having a headache from hitting her head, but laughed when she heard Prussia run into the door. Finally getting at the top of the stairs, she ran into the meeting room, out of breath. "Save me! Prussia is going to murder me! Wahh!" She yelled before jumping behind Hungary. She had a frying pan to protect her if things got out of hand. She took the tiny bird off her shoulder and placed him under her hat. It was not a sombrero. She jumped and clung onto Hungary when she heard the angry German man stomp into the room. "I don't wanna die..." She whispered to the bird under her hat.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia eventually managed to stand and open the door to the stairwell, stumbling up each step with a wince at the bruise on his forehead. Gripping the rail tighter, he hauled himself up and onto the correct floor. Narrowing his eyes with a weakened smirk, he hurried toward the doorway and leapt inside, eyes immediately falling on Mexico. "Alright, woman, fork him over! You're-" His eyes drifted slightly, and he then realized who exactly it was Mexico was using as a shield. Crap. "Oh, God, seriously?"