The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

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

"Blast all! He closed the door before Uni could get in!" Arthur frowned, seating himself on the cold floor. He simply stared out into the hallway, eyes not focused. These colors were starting to make him feel sick. However he was glad his hands were now free. He used them to support his head as he turned to stare up at Alfred. "This is a awfully odd waiting place, don't you think? I for one hope he doesn't come back. I don't want to go to any damn park. Especially with you." Of course he didn't mean that. Though even in his current state he could be harsh.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American leaned against the cement walls, watching the cell bars, searching for whatever 'Uni' was, and then looking down to Arthur. He squatted down to sit next to the brit, the '50' on the back of his brown jacket pressed against the wall as he sat. The blue eyed man cracked a half-smile. "It is weird. This guy has a weird style of decorating." He referred to the prison cell, muttering. "But we'd have so much fun! I'd have a great time with you!" He chuckled, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his bomber jacket and whistled to himself. He never took anything hateful out of Arthur's words. "Should we do something while we wait for Oliver? We could play Simon Says or thumb wars...," Alfred pondered as he listed games, but he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that Oliver was not coming back, despite the after effect of the drug.
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[.Yin.]

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

"Im not a child! I'm a grown gentleman that won't be caught playing games like that!" Though with the drug he wasn't likely to protest. He then seemed to turn his attention away from Alfred and once more seemed to be able to see one of his 'imaginary friends'. "Uni, I don't understand why I would do that but if course I don't mind!" He suddenly turned and gave Alfred a hard slap across the face. "Uni says that you should snap out of it. You don't know wot he means, do you? Hey, how many colors do you think there are here? Why so many? Wots your favorite..." The Brit went on to ramble senselessly, his mind clearly elsewhere.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Jones' vision cleared, feeling a hard smack to side of his face. "Hey! That was not very gentlemen like!" He said, crossing his arms and feeling the red spot where he had been hit. He wondered if 'Uni' was standing outside the bars, as Arthur had insisted. Alfred rubbed his hands along his face, smearing the small amount of blood on his forehead. The drugs effect was fading now- just slightly, a jumble of mismatched colors still making appearances in his head every now and then. It had seemed to show England's had not yet wore of, because now he was asking all different questions about the colors, and his favorites. He listened to the brit ramble, the blonde's head resting against the wall. His eyes flashed to the cut on Arthur's neck, wondering how they could provide first-aid. He wanted to figure out a way to escape again. He had no idea where they were besides a cell, they could be in a whole new country for all they knew! Alfred's eyes widened as he heard loud footsteps now, and the dragging of something across the tiled floors. Just as Arthur was going to chatter some more, he clapped a gloved hand over his mouth, hearing the sounds come closer along with ragged whistling.
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[.Yin.]

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

Obviously Uni was outside of the bars. The small Unicorn was sitting right there! Arthur didn't get why Alfred was being do rude and ignoring his magical buddy. After all the horse had been there all his life unlike a certain American. And now he wasn't even answering his questions. His smile dropped and he continued to ramble, his questions turning into random sentences. As he felt Alfred's hand close around his mouth he continued talking, not seeming to notice and or care about it. His words were now muffled and after a moment he started to tug at the hand in a attempt to move it. Eventually, however, he did stop talking. Only because he had grown red in the face as he ran out if breath.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American held his breath, glancing over to the frowning nation who was tugging at the edges of his hand. "Shh..., hold on." He listened again, silently seeming to apologize as he parted his fingers to let the red-faced brit breathe, but thankful for his rambling to stop. Not because he was growing tired of it, however, he actually found the British accent very amusing, but the whistling was only getting louder. The blue eyed country sat in tense silence, stiff as a board when a shadow passed the cell bars. A baseball bat scraped against the ground after the figure, but soon enough the whistling had disappeared along with the shadow. Once Alfred was absolutely sure the coast was clear, he dropped his hand with a puff of relief. "Sorry about that, I heard someone coming. You can continue," sheepishly he scratched the back of his neck. He was pretty sure the passing figure was one of the 2p's. But since Arthur was still drugged out of his wits, he decided not to worry him with this factor.
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[.Yin.]

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

Arthur scowled at Alfred before folding his arms. He blinked a few times, seeking to relax a bit. How come the colors were fading? Hold on, what? Was he crazy? When did he end up back in this cell? Why was Alfred so close to him? And if he wasn't mistaken he could smell the greasy rubber of his friends glove. His eyes gained their usual spark and he stumbled back. "The hell is going on? Who said you could sit so close to me? Oh, wait, you probably still drugged, aren't you? Well did I lose consciousness or something? I don't remember coming back in this blasted cell."

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The blue eyed American cocked his head, surprised that the drug had worn of so efficiently. He could immediately tell the old Arthur was back, his eyes greener than ever and flared with their ever-present spark. Alfred Jones broadly smiled, waving. "Your back! I guess you kind of forgot what happened again." The bomber jacketed man sat up straighter, his pants dirty from the ground of the cell. "We got pulled back into here, and now Oliver is off somewhere where I have no guess of. I'm not drugged anymore either, it wore off. But you sure were talking nonsense the whole time." He laughed, glad the old Arthur was back. The hamburger-loving nation stood up and stretched. "I thought it was a nice place to sit," the oblivious man replied, his eyes blinking. "You kept speaking to your unicorn again, too. And Tinkerbell." The nation scoffed back a laugh, he was only joking, but it was fun to mess with his green eyed friend.
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[.Yin.]

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

"Wot do you mean by 'I'm back'? I haven't left, twit." Arthur furrowed his bushy brows, getting to his feet before stumbling a tad. He felt awfully woozy. Maybe the drug hadn't with off completely as every now and again a flash if color would dance before his confused eyes. "Drugged? We were drugged? I suppose that explains uh," He decided at the last second not to tell the other what he was experiencing, "explains something..." Was that fear that showed at the comment. "Talking nonsense you say? I didn't in... Say anything personal did I?" He was scared of the answer. What if he had let slip his feelings for the man? Or perhaps that he, say, did indeed love mcdonalds? Or some other secret of his? "Oh, and shut-up about them!"

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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"I just missed you! The drugged version of you kinda acts a lot like you when your drunk." Alfred snickered humorously, remembering all the times they went out for a few drinks. "Yeah, we both were. Careful, don't fall. You were saying something about seeing different colors before. I had the same effect, I guess the drug messed with our vision." Jones' said proudly as he shook out his gloves. "Personal? Hmm... I don't recall...," the dirty blonde thought for a moment. "I don't think so- not while we were drugged I'm sure. My memories are still a bit foggy." Alfred pointed to his head with a sunny smile. The blue eyed American laughed at the brits retort, relishing it. "Okay, okay!" The corners of his mouth quirked upward into a laugh, picturing the whole situation before with Captain Hook.
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