The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[katie;]

(( haha thanks. I have more next week though, and I'm so stressed out about everything school related that I can't sleep or anything like that. So, I'm afraid to say this but until school is out, I may not respond to this very much. ))

[.Yin.]

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

"I fail to see the humor in this." Arthur leaned back against the wall, drumming his fingers along his own arm. He looked at Alfred as vision finally seemed to clear. Yea, sure, he currently did see a certain green rabbit friend of his but he decided not to acknowledge it. He was sure his magical friend would understand. He just didn't exactly want anything such as obnoxious laughter of some sort or anything. He stiffened as the sound of faint footsteps drifted over to his ears. He narrowed his eyes as it slowly grew louder. Soon a shadow gloated outside of their cell. This was followed by the appearance if Oliver. He seemed to have a pile of clothes in his hands. Which he then shoved into the cell and let drop. "Im supposed to give you a pat all a pat down and change your clothes but I'd rather not. So here are your new clothes! Change. And - yes - underwear as well has to be changed. How do I know your not hiding a weapon in there? I mean besides -" He was shushed with Arthur's glare. "No way in hell am I dropping my trousers."

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American was about to point out more funny characteristics of his life-long friend, looking up the lengths of the walls, at the pieces of shattered glass on the floor, and back to the drumming fingers of Arthur when he heard something drop. A petite shadow leaked into the cell, lines of darkness representing the trapping bars of the cell along the solid flooring. His ocean colored eyes flicked onto the pinkish-haired man. "Well thanks for saving us all the trauma and discomfort." He replied, a bit flatly, and sorted through the pile of clothes. "Who would hide a weapon in their underwear?" Alfred thought of Zwingli, the Swiss always had a gun tucked somewhere. "Do I really need to change out of my military uniform?" He huffed in disappointment to Oliver. "Iggy, I found a green shirt. That's totally your color. And what about my red white and blue socks, do I really need to loose those too?" The American threw a dark green shirt over to the blonde. " Here Artie, take my jacket. It'll cover you while you change, kinda like a curtain. Smart, huh?" Alfred tossed the old jacket over the brit's shoulders.
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[yatty]

( hhnn I hate tests, I had state testing a few weeks ago -3- It's so stressful at the end of the school year too, I hope your able to come back on soon cx i can't wait till school ends )

[katie;]

(( Yeah, me too. I mean, I'll still be here, but my brain is just too fried for me to do anything in terms of a response.
Like, it's gotten so bad that my mom thinks I should be tested for depression and/or stress. x.x ))

[yatty]

( Yeah, just try to take it easy is the best option. i hope you feel better! Anxiety with tests is such a pain, if you ever need to talk you can always come on here :3 )

[katie;]

(( D'aaaw, thanks! It's not really the testing, it's just all of the work I was given to complete for my classes during the testing. I'm making myself write most of my next essay tonight, so that tomorrow I can go camping with my parents for the weekend, and I'm hoping that it will allow me to have some time to relax and forget about everything until I come home on Sunday ;w; ))

[.Yin.]

{ I was diagnosed with depression n anxiety when I was right years old. So, yea, if you need anyone to talk to I'm here! }

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

"Sorry! Gotta change everything! Same for those friends of yours." Oliver responded, motioning to Katie and Matthew. "This is a tad better than changing you myself. Though orders say I gotta stay out and watch until your all done! " Arthur blocked out Oliver's words. He was anxiously chewing on his bottom lip, startling at the sudden weight if Alfred's jacket. "I don't need your stupid jacket. If I don't have a choice then I'll love. We all have the same damn anatomy anyway. And I trust Katie won't look." He tossed the jacket back, scooping up the green shirt Alfred had indicated. Why was the fact that he was most likely about to see Alfred in his birthday suit making him blush. He looked away, in hopes of hiding it. He then proceeded to unbutton his own uniform? Starting with his military jacket. He wanted to get this over-with so Oliver would leave.

[yatty]

( Camping is good, maybe it will help rid of those worries :3! Yeah, essays are really stressful, but getting it over with helps. Depression is hard to deal with, c: we can all be here for be here for each other if we're feeling down X3 )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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"Who's ordering you around, huh?" Alfred pushed, wanting to obtain more information when he got hit in the face with his jacket. The man fished out a few new clothing items, shrugging as if he could care less. "I'm pretty sure this shirt will be a bit tight...," the blonde murmured under his breath, dropping the blue shirt to the floor and trying to untie his tie. After nearly choking himself to death, he slipped it off and turned away, catching a glimpse of Arthur's red face, most likely nervous about changing in front of others. Alfred himself peeled off his tan uniform, dirtied from the time spent in the cells and lack of showering. The blue-eyed man steadied himself on one foot as he bent over to pick up his new shirt. "I was half expecting you to walk in here with orange prisoner uniforms, Oliver." The blonde said with a cheerless laugh forming in his bare chest, frowning. He didn't like to be treated as a prisoner. It simply was irritating, no one liked the feeling of being locked up.
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[katie;]

(( Well, when my mom suggested getting evaluated for stress/depression, I yelled and said no freakin' way. XD
But yeah! Camping should help. And it makes it better that my friend Sam is coming over, since he doesn't live very far away from the campground we always go to. c:
...... Depression Hurts. Cymbalta can help. *shot repeatedly*
OKAYBYE! ))