The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

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

"My head is fine. It's just a cut, I don't need bandages." After that he remained silent, simply listening to the others exchange of words. "Well this is their headquarters or wot ever, isn't it? It's not a surprise they are everywhere. In all honesty I thought there would he more with this being a prison and all." He decided to speak up once more. "Anywho we should pick up the pace. Oliver will probably be waking soon and we don't want to run into Matthew or Shyla's counterpart."

[witchcrafting]

Matt Williams||2p!Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matthew, Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

As Matt was wandering the halls, he thought he heard foots steps coming his way, as he turned to look, he was suddenly run into by his counterpart. "Hmm... Oh, what do we have here?" He glanced at his quiet Canadian counterpart and his sister before seeing the Brit and American. Sighing, Matt just raised his Hockey stick onto his shoulder. The four of them weren't going to get past him at this point. "Where do you think you're going? I don't think Ollie would want you to get away..."

Matthew Williams||Canada
Male|19|Nervous|With; Shyla, Arthur, Alfred, and Matt

Matthew stopped. His counterpart. Of course it had to be his counterpart. The quieter Canadian stepped back, seeing the hockey stick. It was covered in barbed wire of course, so that made it look a little more dangerous. Matthew stayed silent. What was he supposed to say to his counterpart? He frightened him more than the others did.

[Zaphod Riker]

Glacé frowns, looking at Arthur. "... Know out." He says, but stops speaking when Matt comes up. He shrieks a little, hiding.

[.Yin.]

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

The moment Arthur's eyes rested on the Canadian 2P he pushed Matthew and Shyla back only to stan protectively in front of them. "You mean Oliver? He is taking a nap. That brother of yours is currently bleeding on the floor. Are you so sure you want to fight us?" He was trying to scare the man or something. He didn't think they could win this fight. They where all tired already and barbed wire on a hockey stick? Sounded kind of painful. One hit to the head would knock a person out and make a nice gash.

[Zaphod Riker]

Glacé looks at Arthur. "Run... Not good idea..." He says. He was a coward. Running was his solution to almost everything.

[witchcrafting]

Matt Williams||2p!Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matthew, Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

"I wouldn't have to fight if you all just be good and listen to me... I mean, if you try and fight me and win, no doubt you'll run into my sister." Matt replied. "She's much more... Dangerous than Matthew's sister..." He added. "I really don't want to use my Hockey stick..." Matt retorted, pointing his weapon towards Arthur. The 2p had no problem with using the Hockey stick to his advantage, which was probably going to be an option. "I'm not really scared of any of you. But I can tell my counterpart is scared of me." Matt grinned faintly. No doubt they would try and fight. They seemed smarter than they looked.

[.Yin.]

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

"I don't think you should be threatening a British officer like this." Arthur rested a finger on the weapon and pushed it down. "You really are stupid. To not show fear isn't brave or anything. It's idiotic." He snarled, standing up for the younger nation. "Your not letting us go, are you? So be it." The Brit cracked his knuckles. Suddenly he shot his leg out, trying to unbalance the 2p.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American stopped then, agreeing with the brit. Where was the rest of them? Right as the question popped into his mind, a Canadian counterpart nearly bumped into Matthew. The man was holding a battle-scarred hockey stick surrounded in barbed wire. How appropriate. "I suggest you put that thing down. We took down your friends. You 2p's aren't as tough as you seem." Alfred rounded, stepping next to his brother. But who knows? The counterpart could call one of his buddies anytime, like Shyla's counterpart. Like he said, she was dangerous as well. There is no telling what could happen in this situation. Alfred watched as Arthur already took ahold of the situation, trying to trip the Canadian 2p. The American stepped forward as well, bracing for a fight. It was a series of fights, that is all it was. After this they would be safe.
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[witchcrafting]

Matt Williams||2p!Canada
Male|19|Calm|With; Matthew, Shyla, Arthur, and Alfred

Matt let out a quiet grunt when he was suddenly hit by the Brit's kick. "A fight it is than? I didn't want to do this but I guess I'll have to..." The Canadian counterpart swung his weapon at the Brit. "I didn't think Al would go down that easily... That idiot..." Matt muttered. "Leaving me to do his work..."

[.Yin.]

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

It was exactly majestic but Arthur went to avoid the attack. To slow. He cringed as the stick met with his arm, the barbed wire ripping his shirt and exposing a now bloody arm. "Im going to make you regret that." He threatened, aiming a punch at the mans head.