((I'm going to try and decorate things for this RP. > v.< Let's see how long that lasts. :T))
aυѕтrιa | roderιcн edelѕтeιn
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Austria let out a small huff of frustration, brow furrowed harshly as he glared down the hall ahead of him. Where was that verdammt music room? It was bad enough he wasn't allowed to keep a piano in his dorm! It was terribly depressing how people disrespected music in present days. Even his own country's Eurovision entry... The Austrian shivered at the thought and slowed to a stop, looking around at all the signs he could see. None of them said anything about a music room... "Wonderful." He grumbled breathlessly, slightly winded from his wandering around the school, and slowly, almost hesitantly continued on. He was probably very well lost by now; he either had to find the music room or an exit.
aмerιca | alғred ғ. joneѕ
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America emerged from his dorm with a yawn, stretching his arms out over his head until he felt his back pop. He exhaled heavily and rubbed the back of his neck before slowly beginning to walk, his eyes scanning his surroundings for any of his closer friends. Those friends would be Japan, England, Lithuania was pretty cool... Anyone that would be fun to hang out with. But when he thought about it, those three weren't exactly fun to hang around, were they? They were his friends though, so that's what mattered. He enjoyed their company anyway, for some reason. The American began to hum to himself after walking for a few minutes.