The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Zaphod Riker]

"Glacé... no want friends hurt like Glacé..." He says, shaking still and shrinking back a little. "Want friends safe... Not here." He says, looking down.

[.Yin.]

The United Kingdom of Great Britain[/color]
Gender;; Male // Age;; 23 // Crush;; Alfred[/b]

Arthur narrowed his eyes at the louder voice. He had unlocked the door with a click. He quickly stuffed the keys into his pockets before swinging the door open. He tumbled into the hall, standing next to the door. Why? To make sure everyone could get out without the trouble of 2ps. If one came he would distract it so the others could escape. "Go on then! Everyone hurry!"

[Zaphod Riker]

Renard growls, stomping down the hall. "GLACÉ! YOU HAD BETTER NOT BE LETTING... !"He snarls when he sees Arthur and Alfred, and Glacé standing idly by. He immediately grabs Glacé's leash, then looks at Alfred and Arthur. "Get back in there, or else I'll make you into one of these. " He says, pointing to Glacé.

[.Yin.]

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

Arthur turned his head to glare at the 2p. "Do you know who the hell I am? I'm the United Kingdom! Not to mention a former pirate. I wouldn't be picking a fight with me if I were you." He snarled. He wished the others would hurry. He probably couldn't take this kid on. Only because he probably had weapons and no question other 2ps would come to his aid.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred Jones stepped forward, his shoes dragging against the floor. What if they all couldn't get out in time? He heard a growling voice, and stomping trembled in the ground. Renard rounded the corner, and grabbed Glacé' by the leash. A monster? "Arthur! Wait-," the American said hurriedly, glancing to Matthew and Shyla. If they were to escape, they would do it together. "Stay back! You wouldn't dare!" Said the taller blue-eyed man protectively, gritting his teeth. He exited the cell, turning on the 2p and squaring his shoulders. He made the hand motion for Shyla and Matthew to follow out. Arthur was still looking for them to move, so they could safely get away without any trouble.
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[Zaphod Riker]

Renard growls, shoving Glacé towards them. "Kill them, swine." He orders, ignoring the fact that Glacé was a pacifist and wouldn't hurt a thing. When nothing happens, he lunges himself, trying to punch Arthur.

[.Yin.]

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

Arthur had tensed up, eyes locked on Glacé. He thought that was the kid that was going to attack so he was completely caught off guard as the 2p charged at him. He couldn't help but let out a small yelp as he felt the punch meet with his face. "Would you lot get going already?!" He snapped at his family before aiming to sweep the attackers legs out with his own foot.

[Zaphod Riker]

Glacé remains in his own place, before seeing Renard get knocked off balance. He frowns, twitching his wing in worry. "Hurry... Go.." He says to Arthur and his group.

Renard gets up, hissing and kicking Glacé down. "Idiot." He says cruelly, before aiming to tackle Arthur now. "Get back in your cage!"

[.Yin.]

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

Arthur moved to dodge but was to slow. With a thud he fell back at the tackle, instantly struggling to remove the added weight of the other. "Damn it, get off me, twit!" He hissed, trying to kick him off. How dare anyone attack a British officer?

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred let out a puff of anger as the fist collided with Arthur's face, rushing forward in defense. Why was he calling Glacé a swine? He had tried to save them from Renard in the first place. The other boy did not look like he wanted to hurt the group, he wasn't a monster at all. The American seethed at the yelp the older nation let out. He knew that Arthur could defend himself, as he watched the shorter one trip the 2p with his flayed leg. "Shyla, Matthew, come out here and run," called Alfred, spitting anger still evident in his face. Jones swiftly moved forward as Renard tackled the brit, ripping the other off of Arthur. The American kicked him strongly in the ribs, moving forward to punch the counterpart.
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