The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

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

"Oh my. Thank you. Though you could've done that early. Okay fine, I didn't think to do that before either. Alfred would you shut-up!?" Arthur turned from talking to his friend through the bars to yell at the screaming nation. "Your going to attract unwanted attention. Uh, thanks again, Flying Mint Bunny." reached his hand out and awkwardly grabbed the keys. "Did I miss something? Wots wrong with everyone?" He turned around, starring at everyones f

[witchcrafting]

Shyla F. Williams|| Saskatchewan
Female|9|Frightened|With; Arthur, Matthew, and Alfred

As Shyla saw the floating keys, she immediately jumped behinds Matthew, quite frightened. Her fear of ghosts did come from Alfred, which was quite commonly known. The young girl whimpered in fright, clinging to her brother, tears in her eyes. She wouldn't think the floating keys was just Arthur's Flying Mint Bunny.

[Zaphod Riker]

((Anywhere I may jump in?))

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred abruptly ceased the loud sound, the panic in his eyes gone once the keys were grabbed. Arthur was right, he was attracting to much attention. He looked to Shyla sympathetically, knowing she was deathly afraid as well. "We saw floating keys, that's what," he breathed, looking to the keys curiously, but then excitement crossed his complexion. "We're saved! Keys!" The nation grinned, looking to Matthew and Shyla.
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[.Yin.]

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

Arthur raised a bushy brow at Shyla. "Are you alright? Honestly, you all aren't scared of Flying Mint Bunny, are you? How could you be? I mean he is awfully cute." The British man frowned. Oh well. Some people where just down right odd he guessed.He rolled his eyes at Alfred before he turned around, dusting the subject off. He snaked his hands through the bars, keys in hand, and started playing with the lock. If a 2p came now no question he'd be put in that torture room or whatever. Maybe the others would as well. He had to hurry.

[Zaphod Riker]

Renard looks around, still leading his mutated 1P around on the iron leash. He heard the clank of keys, and growls. "Mutant. Go see what that is." He orders. "Come back here after." He says, letting Glacé off the leash and watching him leave.

Glacé walks towards the sound, before seeing Arthur trying to break free of the lock. "... Bad idea.." He says with a frown. "Renard... here... Stay shh." He says, trying not to talk too loudly.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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"Flying Mint Bunny?" Alfred knew of that name, Arthur had often had conversations with such at meetings. Alfred was clueless to the situations, but he decided not to press the matter. The American casted his gaze to the looming halls, quiet as ever. They had no plan of where to go. Well,their plan was to get out. That was good enough. "Hah. I can almost imagine the look on Oliver's face once he sees we've escaped. They lost their game, and we've won." The blue eyed man said merrily.
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[.Yin.]

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

Arthur ignored Alfred, startling as Glacé appeared. "The hell are you supposed to be? You know wot, I don't really care. If you try to stop us I will fight you." the nation threatened, figuring the boy was a 2p.

[Zaphod Riker]

Glacé frightens a little. "Shh! Renard find you..." He says, raising his hands. "He make you monster too..." He says with a frown, pointing to Arthur then himself.

"Dammit... GLACÉ YOU'D BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR NOT BEING BACK HERE!" Renard yells from the next hall over, making Glacé cringe more.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The ocean-eyed nation's words lowered, sucked out straight from his mouth when he head another approaching. His fists balled up when he saw Glacé round the corner. "I'll give you a bad idea. Try stopping us," Alfred said, also just figuring the approaching one was a counterpart coming to mess with them again. He heard the boy speak of Renard and monsters. He shut his mouth, feverishly glancing around the corner to hear a booming voice. Jones looked to the iron leash, horrified. Had Glacé been tortured too?
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