APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

[::madlyhazel]

"Nope," Hungary droned out, continuing to smile creepily at him, "I got high at the hotel. Don't you remember?" She paused for probably a good minute or so before giving a big grin, laughing a little. "Nah, just kidding. I' just messing around. Can't I act a liittle romantic or cute?" Really, she didn't see a problem with it. She looked towards their plane terminal, noticing more people piling into it. "We should head over, I guess." And they could soon be in Germany.

[Serena]

Her boredom growing and growing with every passing second, the capital had decided on calling someone else. Maybe there would be someone to chat with or go out for a drink with? There had to be someone who wanted to talk to her, right?

She huffed a little, flipping through her contact list lazily, until her eyes fell upon a certain country. Iceland, eh? Last time they had a drink together it was pretty fun! Maybe he'd be up for a chat? A smile reappeared on the girl's face as she pressed the little green horn symbol on her phone, holding it to her ear with excitement, just hoping the other end of the phone would pick up.

[--I am Sherlocked--]

(Hmm. Where do you think I should put him? like, in cafe e.c.t? I am not sure... O.o. Writer's Block.)

[Katgirl75]

Lithuania mumbled something under his breath, falling off Poland's shoulder and letting it land in his lap. He didn't even wake up, he continued to sleep peacefully. "'eav' m' 'lone.. m' t'r'd.."

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"Okay, okay." Russia looked around, spotting a bus stop up ahead. He dragged Hari the rest of the way. The bus stop was a welcoming sight, and Ivan settled onto the bench. "Sit." The russian commaned, pointing at the spot beside him.

[::madlyhazel]

Poland scooted away from Lithuania, letting the man gently fall to the ground. He looked down at his friend with a slightly pouty face. "Liiiithyyy~," he whined, "C'mooooon. I really, like, don't have all day. We just need to get you to bed or somethin'." He could be a very tolerant guy, but some things were always a bit difficult.

o.o.o.o.o

New Zealand gave a firm nod and sat down nest to him, though still did stay some ways away. She wasn't entirely comfortable with him now, since he had kidnapped her from Mexico. She licked her chapping lips, glancing away from him. She just hoped he could stay kind for a little while. She needn't be getting hurt.

[Lore-heika]

Prussia rolled his red eyes and stood, wrapping up the trash from the food and tossing it into a trash bin. "I never said that. It's just... Kinda weird." It was weird to have your lifelong friend/rival/crush suddenly being all romantic. Yawning sleepily, he began walking back toward the plane terminal, stepping in line and ushering Hungary closer to avoid separation. Hopefully Germany had had enough sense ti put them together. That, or he would be the sneaky little &@$!@%# that he was and got them seats on opposite ends of the plane.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary gave a light laugh, stepping in line behind Prussia. She leaned rather close to him, peering over his shoulder at the line ahead of them. "I just always get so angry at you, most of the time. I wanted to try and be a little nicer, for once. And, after all, aren't a girlfriend and boyyfriend supposed to sort of act like this?" She'd been in a decent amount of relationships, and the guys did tend to be a bit romantic in their own manly way.

[Lore-heika]

"Yeah, I guess so." Prussia pulled out the tickets and took note of the seats. Good, they were together. He mentally thanked his brother for actually NOT being a pain in the arse for once. "C'mon, let's go." He began down the terminal, down the narrow walkway and into the actual aircraft. Seeking out their seats, he plopped down by the window. He began muttering to himself. "Awesome! Deutschland, better prep! The awesome Prussia is comin' home!"

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary sat down next to him, raising an eyebrow briefly at him. Huh. Always the strange one... She leaned back in her seat, looking up at the air conditioning and buttons above them. "I kinda wish I could get back to my home in Hungary, but I really don't mind Germany all too much. Nice place. You guys have pretty good chocolate and beer down there." Indeed, that was the truth. Some German things just seemed better than everything else. "Hopefully this flight won't take too long, though." Really, she wasn't in the mood to wait.

[.:sea~foam:.]

Latvia slammed his head against the hard metal table. He had missed the last fligtht o Moscow, and Russia would not be very pleased with him. He bit his lip, trying not to curse as he slumped into the cold metal chair. What a ridiculous thing for a chair to be made out of. It was hard and slippery, a cry far from comfortable. Latvia sighed deeply, resting his head in his hand. Great, just great. Russia's gonna be so pissed when he finds out I missed the plane. He's so bent on keeping an eye on me, now he's Moscow and I'm still here!Latvia grumbled in his mind.

((Yeah, it's a pretty lame post. I've got major writer's block, and I'm sleepy))