The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[katie;]

(( okay, I'm stopping for the night because my stress is kind of back and I just want to try to force myself to fall asleep. So, good night! ))

[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred


"My, my, my... Troublemakers, hm?" Oliver shook his head in disapproval. "I hate to be rude but I believe you lot need to learn your place and manners. I'll start with you two," His cruel eyes locked on the American and Brit. He pulled a butchers knife from his pocket and held it in his teeth while he had a set of hand cuffs in one hand. He slid into the cell and advanced. Arthur cast a look towards Alfred. He was so utterly confused. What did this freak mean? And in any case should they avoid harm and go along with it or fight? Then again by going along with it they could learn more of what was happening. That was spy logic. So he gave his American friend a warning glare, hoping he'd get the message.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred stepped away from Pikati, hearing the cell doors open with a stomach-churning screech and a bang of closure. His arms were locked at his sides, his one star patch dark in the shadowy light. The American quickly notified the great danger they were in, seeing the knife held between Oliver's two front teeth and hand cuffs gripped in another. As if on cue, he exchanged a look of confusion and one of a feverish. The ivy eyed man seemed to have a warning frown. Alfred guessed he wanted to obtain information from this freckled character, so he let any of the loud-spoken words die on his tongue. Maybe if they gave in and submitted to whatever they had planned, they would figure out the puzzle. Alfred just nodded faintly, turning away and letting his head hang non-threateningly.
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[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

Arthur returned the nod as if it was a silent exchange. He had to admit, even if the American was annoying, stupid, and all-in-all a pain in his butt, the guy at least new when to be serious. Not to mention he was awfully cute. Wait, what? Arthur shook his head, realizing a blush had stolen over his face as he thought of his friends appearance. He silently cursed himself and turned his head in hopes of hiding it. He stayed in that position until he felt his hands being yanked behind him before cold steel locked around them and held them in place. He only watched as his so called '2p' or whatever this nut claimed to be moved to Alfred to do the same.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones
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The blonde remained motionless, keeping his breathing even. Personally, he did not like this feeling of being so vulnerable. And especially did not like it when the others were, too. They weren't some puppets, they weren't play-things, they were nations and human beings. Each and everyone of them had a right, but still the solid statue of America stayed true to the silent agreement he had made with Arthur. It was to protect everyone. He heard the snap of chilly steel against the brit's arms, Alfred's nails digging into his palms irritably. Soon he was set to the same fate, chains dragging along his ankles. He didn't dare look up into the cyan eyes of Oliver.
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[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred

In Olivers eyes these '1ps' were no more than toys. At some point they would kill off their counterparts and take over this world. In the mean time it would be fun to torture them and watch them squirm. Seeing beaten down people begging for mercy always brought a sense of pleasure to him that nothing else could. The only thing that could amount to said feeling was perhaps looking into his enemy's eyes right before a kill. Once he insured the two were restrained he pulled the knife from his mouth. With a hum he came up behind Arthur and held it to the now alarmed Brits throat. "Alfred, sweety, you will do as I say or my hand may just slip, alright? Now follow me." As he spoke he lead England forward. With his foot he nudged the door open.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The blue eyed nation glanced upwards, the strain on his wrists leaving red marks of irritation. Alfred watched the dagger be pulled from the lookalike and propped under Arthur's chin, the flat side upwards. His eyes turned icy, fearful for his life-long friend, and outrage for what Oliver had just put Arthur through. Not breaking his gaze from the knife, Alfred agreed with a curt nod, walking forward towards the counterparts and trying not to drag the heavy chains set around his feet, walking out the cell doors after the two. It was unclear where they were headed, but Alfred had a sense that there was no good intention. Alfred kept his eyes on the brits back, the echo of the door closing behind them hitting his ears.
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[.Yin.]

Arthur Kirkland
The United Kingdom of Great Britain
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred


As Oliver heard the doors shut he turned to make sure Alfred was indeed listening. Whoops. By jerking his body in such a motion he accidentally drew blood from Arthurs throat. This was followed by a tiny gasp from Arthut. Oliver merely giggled and pressed on. After a couple of moments they had reached said destination. It was a room. A dark room. Well, until Oliver flicked on the lights. Three metal tables sat in the center, open restraints on its ends. Towards the corner sat a table with many different objects.
Arthur took in a sharp breath of air as the blade left him. However it only ended up being poked at his back. "Would you both do me a favor and lay down on those?" He gestured to the tables. Arthur, bared his teeth. It wasn't like he had a choice anyway. Oliver removed the handcuffs from him and shoved him into the spot, quickly restraining both his legs and arms. He then turned to copy the actions on Alfred.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred's face drained of color the fraction of a second Oliver had moved his torso to the side, nicking Arthur's throat with the tip of the blade almost accidentally. His eyes narrowed, burning and seething in silence. If that cut was any deeper the big-browed brit would be gone, all just because of a careless act. Jones turned around the flickering hallways, smelling just like a hospital almost. The smell of rusting and musty tools were present in the air, three tables set in store just for them. America felt his pulse return back to normal once the knife was put away, only to be returned to Arthur's back, his heart ceasing to beat out of panic. He obeyed Oliver's orders, expression looking tired and worried for the others. His wrists had the blood returned to them, white from the strain the cuffs had put on them. He lied on the table, his eyes swinging to the table beside him.
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[katie;]

(( I HAVE A THUNDER BUDDY YAY!!! XD *shot*
Anyways, I'm not going to post at all today until (maybe) when I get home. Actually, I'm not going to be very actuve during the daytime for the next two days. I have to take standardized statewide testing, which I have to pass in order to graduate. Yipskidaleedoo! ))