The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[.Yin.]

Time seemed to slow down for Arthur. Somehow, in that moment, this waking nightmare wasn't all that bad. The man loved him back. Having Alfred by his side as more than a friend was really all he could ever ask for. And boom. Just like that. It had happened. He felt something wet his cheek. A tear had escaped his eye. He was just...well over-joyed. So over-joyed that it brought tears to his eyes. However, he didn't have a chance to respond. Elizabeth was right. The door knob was turning. Taking in a deep breath Arthur put on that stupid grin again. It was best the doctors thought that he was still under the drugs influence, right? As soon as the door opened he let out a forced giggle, trying to think like Oliver. How would that crazy man react to these situations. "Cheerio!" He greeted, trying to sound as happy as he could. It wasn't that hard. For right now he was happy. Despite everything going on, he couldn't be more happy. Alfred loved him. And that was all that mattered.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American smiled through the breathtaking moment, red eyes incandescent, never feeling so rapturous and lighthearted in his life. It was like he was flying, like an eagle on it's first flight, traveling the Great Canyons. Alfred never felt so free. He looked adoringly to the brit as a over-joyed tear swept down the side of his freckled face, lips unyielding emotionally. All these years the words were left unspoken, at the end of the chain, always pulled aside, never urged enough to come out. And now that Alfred had said what needed to be, his heart wouldn't stop fluttering. And Arthur loved him all the same, to the American's enchantment. It felt like a fairytale, like the ones Arthur would tell Elizabeth as she drifted to sleep. Alfred wanted to say more, of course, and wipe away Arthur's tears. But he could not, as the doorknob turned he faced the metal sealed doors with a forever-happy grin on his face. This one for once, was not false and plastic, radiant in the sense of ever-present love for a certain tea-loving, bushy browed brit.
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[.Yin.]

The doctor had a nurse with him. The falsely cheerful lady wheeling in a cart. They stopped right in front of Alfred. Arthur watched, his nerves biting at him. Again the doctor spoke little to no words. It was just weird. He soon grabbed a needle off the table and lifted up Alfreds gown to expose the mans cut up stomach. "I'm going to numb your stomach. Then stitches." The doctor explained bluntly. No question some of that 'laughing cupcake' stuff was mixed into the numbing agent.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The nation scrutinized the doctor that inched forward and without a word prepped the cart by his side. They did not speak much, only telling them what they would do and that was that. He was aware that the numbing mix would most likely be infected with the laughing cupcake substance. The stitches won't be a problem, but the American did not want to get stuck in with the crazed fluid. His grin did not fall, he kept a challenging eye contact with the lab-coated assistant until he looked over to the others with a clueless look. And the doctors would then just move right to Elizabeth with the needle, and the American did not want that either. "Is there any way I could get my stitches without the numbing? I'm afraid of needles, and so is Elizabeth." Alfred lied anxiously, strong arm pointing to the girl along with himself edgily. He was looking for a way to get out of the shot. Maybe he could just fake the doctors out wittily, the man looked over to Arthur with the evident grin.
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[.Yin.]

Arthur almost face-palmed at the Americans words. He did know that stitches alone involved needles, right? That was probably why the doctor gave him a confused look. The British mans eyes were filled with rage despite his fact grin that he was now having trouble keeping. The doctor on the other hand had ignored Alfred's words and moved forward, the man intent on injecting the fluid into the other.

[Black-Cat771]

"stupid american!" The rabbit snapped, on it's own charging the doctor and smacking the nurse upside the head with it's fluffy stuffed body. "You said! The wrong! Name!!!!!" It screeched, bouncing repeatedly on the nurses head, causing the woman to swat at the chocolate furred creature. Elizabeth then used her notebook to send a small pulse blast at the doctor's hand, knocking the needle to the floor and breaking not only the needle head, but the small cylender that held the liquid aswell. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" The bunny screeched. Elizabeth herself though winked to Alfred and Arthur - this was all an act, as 'lilium' would be furious to be called any other name then her own. She then started to crash around the room, tossing things here and there, much like Lilium would, still mouthing the words the rabbit spoke. "Can't you EVER get my name right? It's LILIUM! You hear me?! Not that stupid little blonde puff of a 1P!!!"

[*DizzyBunny*]

Angela was a bit drowsy herself,although the fall had woken her up some. "I think a dart or something..." She rubbed her eyes and used the wall to prop herself as she got up. "Where are we?" A Cruel voice uttered, "You are at 2p headquarters, sweetie." Her dreary eyes wandered to see the 2p dressed in black standing next to Feli's counterpart.

[yatty]

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The distracted American looked back to the doctor with a puzzled expression. Of course he had no knowledge in nursing, but he had seen soldiers go off to war with stitching work, and he himself had fought alongside them. Alfred lacked common sense, so when he realized his mistake he bit his lip. So, maybe he was not as good as he thought he was being under-cover. Smiling weakly, he exchanged glances with the brit's as the needle was raised to his stomach. But the needle had already smashed into tiny glass pieces, a clear, magenta translucent liquid pouring to the ground. The Flying Mint Bunny hurdled towards the nurse, as aggravated as Alfred had seen it, smacking the woman as painfully as possible. Confusedly, he sat up straight as the agent was no longer held against his vein, looking around the room filled with action. The American gazed towards Elizabeth, seeing her secretive wink before she caused quite the scene. Papers floated to the ground, much like when they first had got captured from the World Meeting, q-tips, gloves, and cleaning aids thrown here and there, all smashing to the checkered tiled flooring. It was then the red-eyed American noticed how he had used Elizabeth's real name accidentally. That would explain the clever act she devised, to act and impersonate Lillium. It made sense, Alfred grinned at the young brit's quick thinking, covering for him when he had almost gave them away. Trying to now act a bit like Allen, he shrugged carelessly and winked back Elizabeth. "Oh, really sweetpea? I'll write it down honey, won't happen again." His bright red rimmed eyes went back to Arthur, winking back to him as well as if to vertify he was alright, and the needle hadn't hurt anyone, for in which the hero was thankful for.
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[.Yin.]

"Oh my, isn't this a ruckus?" Arthur jumped into the acting train, watching Elizabeth. "That's Lilly for you! She has some temper doesn't she, Allen?" The Brit mused. The doctors looked utterly confused.

[Black-Cat771]

The girl soon called the bunny back and held it close with a bitter expression. "your will RUE the day you called me that d*mned name Uncle Allen, YOU HEAR ME?!" the girl mouthed as the rabbit spoke. She then trudged to her father, pouting. "Daddy make Uncle Allen say sorry!" she huffed, although she sadly couldn't look to her father for long.