The Fifty Nifty... People? [Hetalia RP] {New and Accepting!}

[herald.]

New York silently put his hands back in his pockets, his fingers not only running over his handheld, but also the small automatic machine pistol in his other pocket. Rambo, his pet American Pitbull Terrier, started barking and growling against his chain. "Hey, shut up!" he told it, and it gave a brief whine before silencing. "Right... back on topic..." he said slowly. "What are we going to do with the First Player states? They should have gotten out letter right now..." he said.

[puffins]

New Hampshire glared at California. She looked at New York. "Ignore them, they are too weak," she snapped. She then sighed. "Alright now, where did we put America again?" she asked after putting her knife away. "I think I ought to visit him." She smiled a bit, laughing darkly. "Meanwhile, you all can keep planning, just no killing him please." She stood up and smiled.

[shigaraki]

California simply ignored New Hampshire "That's when it all falls into plan.. They will never notice us, for hardly anybody in the 'First player' world knows about us. We could dress up as normal humans, and spy on them in their meeting." She said calmly, knowing all about the meeting 1p New York was holding at the moment. She also want to meet this '1p New York', he sounded more like her, and not as insane as the other 2ps are about... Everything that has to do with fighting with each other.

[herald.]

New York took his hand out of the pocket, making sure to use the one that had his video game and not the deadly weapon. "That room over there," he said, pointing with his thumb towards a door, deciding to ignore the 'weak' comment for now. "Kill him? Wouldn't dream of it," he said with a dark smile, similar to New Hampshire's own. "Yeah, sure, I think that'll work California," he said, knowing about the meeting as well. After all, he had been the one to tell everyone about it. "I wonder what the 1P version of me is like..." he muttered, mostly himself. "Okay then, I've got some spare up-to-date uniforms that are the ones people on First Player New York's wear. We'll put those on so that we have an excuse in case we get caught, and then head over there immediately," he instructed.

[shigaraki]

She smiled at New York, "thank you! And I would say it's better to not leave America alone, yet New Hampshire is the worst choice in a guard." She wrinkled her nose a little, "leave your dog to guard him, he's knocked out anyway. Now where are these outfits of yours?"

[puffins]

"I'll be back in a moment!" New Hampshire called. Hehehe..." She said before briskly walking off to the room where America was. She opened the door and walked inside. "America~" she said in a creepy way, "I am here~"

[herald.]

"Good idea," New York said, standing up as he spoke and un-clipping the chain from Rambo's neck. "Alright, guard America," he told it plainly and it scampered off, slipping past New Hampshire's legs and into the room to protect the country if anything happened. "They're over there, he said, pointing towards the two uniforms folded up on a table; one female, one male. "I'll change in the bathroom, you can wherever," he said, snatching up his clothes and heading into yet another room.

[shigaraki]

She couldn't help but facepalm. Quickly, California stood up and neatly placed her items back into her saddle bag. I wonder how my 1P self is like... She shrugged off the thought, and grabbed the suit, walking over to another small empty room to get dressed in.

{Poor 2p!California, her 1p is just.... So disliked jhkvsfkj x3 This is going to be fun~ Elf, you still there?}

[puffins]

New Hampshire walked out. "Do you have anymore?" she called to New York, "That dog scares me..." She sighed, now wondering what her 1P self was like. She hoped that her 1P self hated coffee.

(Nope, she's addicted.)

[herald.]

(xD Poor 1P!New York... his 2P is just such a lazy bum... elf, where'd you go?)

New York came out of the bathroom a few minutes later with the most serious expression he could muster, although anyone who knew him could tell he was obviously depressed. His had changed into a simple dark blue suit with a purple tie, his sneakers replaced with polished brown leather shoes. His hat was gone as well, his bangs combed into his hair with both emerald eyes clearly visible and the hair itself gelled back to keep it in place. In other words, New York looked nothing like himself. "Yeah, the spare one's over there," he said, pointing back to the table sorrowfully. His lips twitched into a slight smile at the mention of his dog being scary. Good boy Rambo... he thought.