The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The chocolate haired man clucked his tongue in agreement. "Sure does." The American proceeded to act out his loud mouth 2p. It was pretty straightforward on how to act like Allen, just criticize everything in sight and make annoying replies. He copied his counterpart's dry laugh. "I'll believe it when I see it pipsqueak." Alfred vehement voice snapped, sticking his tongue out with a smirk. "I ain't sayin' sorry for nothing." He muttered to Elizabeth's counterfeit pout, crossing his strong arms and flicking his eyes to the bewildered doctors. It was clear they had no idea what was going on. But it was working.
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[.Yin.]

Arthur forced out a giggle. "Oh sugersticks! Lilly, dear, you know making Allen do something is like making Mattie put down his hockey stick." He responded to his daughter. As the scene went on the doctor cleared his throat, grabbing a different syringe from the table. This one was clearly filled with some clear liquid and not the earlier pink stuff. Alfred was saved from the mixture from now. He watched as the doctor moved to inject the numbing agent into the American a second time.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The red eyed man rolled up the sleeves to gown, watching the colorful sugary sprinkled pattern fold at his elbows. Arthur had played Oliver's part perfectly, even his insanely high pitched giggles the cupcake-loving man suppressed every now and then. Their theater act had seemed buyable enough to trick them of their personalities. Alfred would have to compliment Arthur and Elizabeth on their acting skills, later. The patient's eyes traced after the doctor who now held a different aid, clear and looking almost transparent. It differed from the one before in color, though the American was not sure what exactly the mixture had been made up of. Alfred warily moved his head to look to the bushy browed brit, as if he were asking for Arthur's opinion on what to do, he'd need the stitches sooner or later anyhow. They needed to find out a way to crack the code on the 2ps, and for that the group of three would need all their strength. Hopefully this one was not damaged with the epidemic. Alfred trusted the fact that if he were to suffer from unexplained side effects, Arthur and Elizabeth would snap him out of it just as they had done for the tea-loving brit. But this needle was filled with a different numbing agent, so the American was optimistic enough in his nature that it could not be dangerous. Preparing himself for the stitching, the brunette watched the ceiling lights flicker before him and followed the pin-pointed needle with his gaze.
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[.Yin.]

Arthur gave Alfred a encouraging nod. Even if it turned out that the needle was tainted Arthur would not rest until he got his Alfred back. And the American ought a know that he could never give up on him. He watched the mans face the entire time, searching for anything that might indicate a forced change in personality. He felt a new wave of affection for the other. Well, ever since they had confessed that is.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American was deeply comforted by the brit's nod, lips tingling at the familar feeling as the point broke through his skin, the pinch over within seconds. Arthur always made everything better, the former pirate always knew just how to console him. Knowing Arthur was here made everything so much more bearable. And just the encouraging nod made the American feel like he could arm wrestle a tiger, or punch a shark like he had seen some do on T.V. Alfred had a sideways smile on at that risible connection, muscles going slack from the numbing and head laid to rest on it's side. The needle made him feel tired, but so far the man felt no outcomes other than that. Lazily he felt his eyes drift to an almost close, facing the beautiful island nation on the hospital bed alongside his with warmhearted radiance, looking to Elizabeth with a suddle smile as he let the doctor work.
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[.Yin.]

The British man grasped Alfreds hand in his own, looking right into those drowsy red eyes. Arthur tore his gaze away from the man, eyes locking on the door. Footsteps were thundering closer and close until... Bang! The door swung open. "Elizabeth, get behind me." Arthur demanded, glaring at their new visitor. It was none other than Oliver Kirkland.

[Black-Cat771]

The girl hid with her swarm of 'flying chocolate bunnies' under the bed behind Arthur ... Oddly, she didn't see her counterpart anywhere - probably still at home having a tantrum of not being able to speak or what not for all she knew. She kept the bunnies quite, equipting them with tiny claws made of peanut brittle and teeth made of candy cane. She held her book close to her, prepaired to use whatever spell's she needed to get rid of the 2P that scarred her for life with what he had done upon her capture ...

[*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.

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Alfred F. Jones [ America ]
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The American enclosed the brit's hand with his own, gripping onto Arthur's fingers as he stared back, happiness lacing every inch of his dozy features. A bang mutilated the halcyon room, the tranquil surroundings corrupted. Visible from Alfred's vision was smeary pink haired man who had just entered, and it was not Arthur. Eyelids flitting back open, the drugged brunette's shoulders were rigid in guard, red-hot glower traveling straight towards Oliver. Alfred saw the swarm of chocolate bunnies along with Elizabeth in the mix hide from the 2p under the pillowed hospital bed of Arthur, quietly settling. He desperately wished to barricade them both away from the malefactor, though they were locked in a hospital room with one of the most dangerous people in London. Unable to move with his numbed stomach, Alfred looked to Arthur with the same encouraging look for them all, bomber jacket slung over the side of his hospital bed as he held the brit's hand tenderly, electrifyingly. He stared the offender down as Elizabeth conjured up an attack plan, as if sizing up the freckled man's intentions.
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[.Yin.]

There was only one thing on the Brits mind: protect Alfred and Elizabeth no matter what. Maybe, just maybe, Arthur could take down Oliver alone... If the doctors didn't interfere that is. He just hoped that Allen, Matt, or Lillium hadn't joined the crazed man in hunting them down. He removed his hand from the Americans in order to stand. Pain shot up his leg and he bit back a yelp. He tried his best not to put weight on it. Though Oliver was advancing forward.