The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Zaphod Riker]

Glacé wanders out of his cell, his chain broken and blood on his hands. He was crying, and the tears under his black eye were prominent. He looks around. "Friends...? Bru-ther..." He calls, unsure if anybody would be able to hear him. He was able to hear sparring, and sees Allen, And Athur. He frowns a little, not speaking up.

[yatty]

( Maybe Katie's counterpart can make an appearance soon CX and yes everyone is escaping from the dungeons, have fun with the cupcakes )
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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American held the bat at arms length, ready to strike at the 2p if things got uglier. Or if he tried anything on Arthur, or anyone else for that matter. Allen was just trying to manipulate them all, but Arthur did a good job of keeping the reckless counterpart under control. His counterpart deserved what came to him, after all. Alfred nodded to his brother, knowing that Matthew wouldn't agree on anything that Allen said. Matthew was kind and generous, there to protect his family in a time of need. Like he had with Shyla. Very unlike this 2p. He nailed the bat forward once he saw the counterpart try to punch Arthur.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p! America ]
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Allen felt a tooth crack as a fist met his face, his smirk gone at that point. "Who said you can tell me what to do? I'll say what I want," he said, words sloppy as a trail of blood lined his jaw from the fierce punch. "I can take you all on, I'm the US of A! I don't need your help, give me my bat Alfred. I swear i'll get all of you-," he fell again, weakened by the force of the brit. He snarled angrily, grabbing forward to swipe at Arthur. "Pirates don't scare me- stupid-," Allen felt Alfred whack him with the nailed bat, the American himself defending the attacking British nation.
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[.Yin.]

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

"You see Alfred? He's the United States of America. Not you. You are a fake." Arthur snarled, feeling satisfaction surge through him at the sight of blood. He braced himself as he saw that big fist swinging toward him. Pain shot through his body as the punch hit. A curse was spat as he fell off the 2p. A trickle of blood ran from his forehead, exactly where he had been hit. He had been hit there before by that kid who had been with Glacé. No wonder it was bleeding. He looked up just in time to see Alfred hit their opponent with a bat. He got to his feet, ignoring his the head ache that was radiating from his head as of now.

[katie;]

(( Whelp, never mind. I don't have butter, so no cupcakes. And I'm going to be completely honest with all of you right now, I'm not sure that I even want to be in this role play anymore. I just... can't. Sorry you guys, but... I'm dropping out. At least until the end of the school year. Maybe then, I'll rejoin if that's okay. But it all depends on how I feel about this. ))

[witchcrafting]

Matthew Williams
Male|19|Calm|With; Shyla, Arthur, Alfred, and Allen

Matthew's eyes widened a bit. Suddenly running to Arthur's side. "Arthur! Are you okay?" The quiet Canadian asked, now concerned. He did see the blood. What else could his brother's counterpart do? All of them were high on their guard. Alfred's counterpart would probably be beat by his own weapon. Matthew hardly ever got angry, but when it came to family, he would get a bit angry, and sometimes start swearing in French. But right now, he kept most of his anger controlled.

[.Yin.]

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

"Of course I'm fine! It'll take a lot more than that to get me down. I am the United Kingdom after all." Arthur quickly replied. "You just worry about yourself and protecting Shyla. I think I can handle a punch or two"

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American slammed another hit on the 2p, anger reeling in his eyes at the sight of Arthur getting punched right where he had last time. Why would his 2p do such a thing? "Try that again and your windpipe is going to get sliced in half!" Alfred shouted at the smirking 2p on the ground. It was true, he would do it. Anger masked his expression, glad that Matthew was going to see if the brit was okay after the daring move on the insane counterpart. To finish it off, he threw the bat at the body on the ground, knuckles white from the repressing anger. He detested the idea of anyone who tried to hurt his family.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p! America ]
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"I'll show you who's a fake!" Growled the big opponent, trying his best to ready himself for another attack. He was limp now, the fight had caused too many injuries to the counterpart. More blood seeped through his jacket, watching as Arthur stood. Another crash sounded, his side being slashed with the bat. He hissed in pain, eyes red like a hot coal. These idiots would probably be stopped by Mattie, anyway. Allen felt the bat knock into his hip, his sunglasses still heavy on top of his head. Allen's eyes closed, too beat up to continue. "Dammit..."
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[.Yin.]

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

"Right. If your done now, Alfred, can we go?" Arthur cleared his throat, stepping over Allen. With that he set off at a brisk walk. "Lets hurry before we run into another. I'm starting to get tired." Arthur hadn't rubbed away his own blood and winced as some of it dripped into his eye. It was then he used his sleeve to wipe the blood away.

[witchcrafting]

Matthew Williams
Male|19|Calm|With; Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

The Canadian picked up his sister, carrying her on his back. "I really just want to get out of here safely..." He retorted, letting out a quiet sigh. "I wouldn't be surprised if we run into another counterpart.." Matthew pointed out, looking at Arthur and Alfred. The quiet Canadian still had forgotten about his counterpart, and didn't think that they would run into him as well.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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Alfred fumed after the brit, following after Matthew and Shyla. "Man, that guy was a jerk. Are you alright Arthur? Your head's going to need some bandages," he asked, wincing as he saw the blood trickle down the brit's eye. Arthur wasn't afraid of a fight. The nation knew, he glanced over to the red stain left on the British nation's green t-shirt. Allen was a waste of their time. "Agreed. This place is insane. I wouldn't either, they prowl around this place like a hungry pack of wolves." The American looked to the two Canadians, nodding in relief as he saw they were unharmed.
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