The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[yatty]

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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The blonde whirled her head around, Edward passing out back on the soft cloud as they sped faster towards the house. What was he trying to tell her? Amelia tried to piece together what the boy had warned her of, fretfully glancing back and forth from Edward to the reigns. It was not long until the American saw the burnt house, ash and rubble lying all over the curbs. Amelia gawked, pulling to a stop right before the house, horrified at the new sight. The door she once knocked on each visit was now off hinges, broken in two with nail marks scorched into the sanded wood. The mail box, numbered 278, was now a mass of debris on the pavement. How could they stay here? Amelia was sure this was what Edward was warning her of. Sorrow gripped her heart, looking to Alice as she slept. Memories of the very house were always precious to her, she remembered spending almost every chance she got there. Not wanting to further alarm the brits, the nation scoped the block of a new place to seek shelter in. The neighboring houses seemed to have been damaged too, secluded sheds were no use, there really was no other place to go. Oliver's cupcake shops inhabited every corner. But then Amelia spotted a small tourist shop at the end of the block. It looked like the best place they could afford to go, so the American glided towards the abandoned shop, pink from Oliver's doing. She halted right at the door, beginning to load the brits off the transportation device and into their newest place of hiding.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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"That seems like a good starting point, us showing up there would give them a good scare." Allen snickered to the cheery freckled girl, watching the sun dip behind the clouds and cast a ghostly shadow over the city as they hounded in pursuit. The brunette's blood shot eyes blinked ignorantly at the comprehension. "Hey- your right! Their little plans backfired on them. Jokes on them." Allen laughed unabashedly, though now his corrupt laughter was higher in tone. "Now all we have to do is capture them and bring them back to their cells while we continue on. They won't know what hit em'." The girl grinned maliciously, swinging her bat to the beat of Oliver's humming.
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[.Yin.]

Alice's eyes snapped open when Amelia started to move them into the tourist shop. "Oi! Amelia! Wot the hell is this rubbish?! This isn't my house, git!" She hopped to her feet before letting out a yelp, falling onto the floor. Okay, maybe she had somehow forgot about her leg. Big deal. She pushed herself up, balancing on her one good leg this time. "Hold on a tick. Isn't this the old tourist spot across the road? Yes, you can see out home from here." She moved towards the door, intent on walking outside to look.


"Allen, i think it's pretty obvious. I mean they will probably know wot hit them. Unless there are other people after them." Oliver was rambling. Nothing new, really. She continued her humming as they headed to the said house.

[Black-Cat771]

"d-don't look ... please" the boy said weakly as his eyes opened slowly, onyl able to open halfway. "... please ..." he whispered, slowly turning his head weakly to look at Alice.

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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The flaxen haired girl felt a rush of a/c blast onto her grimy face as she entered, Alice's sudden awakening scaring the sheepish American into alertness as she set Edward down on a chair left beside a display case. Her coiffed swept-back hair bounced in trepidation as she heard Alice fall onto the old floors, the tiles a midnight blue streaked with patterns of black. "Careful Alice- I know this isn't your house but-" The stuttering nation tried to explain her reasoning, looking to Edward as his ragged voice cleared the air. Lips pulled into a straight line, pain flashed in her eyes as she tried to redirect the brit's attention, running forward and blocking Alice's view to the flaming mess. Amelia hated to see the brit upset, and having to see her own beloved house a wreck, the remains of their good times all in ruins... she was sure Alice would not be able to handle it. "Please don't look- everything is fine- you just need some rest-," Amelia made a big deal of not wanting the brit to have any direct contact with the burnt home. "This place was much more suiting, just please don't worry yourself." The American rushed breathlessly, looking worriedly to Edward. She was bound to ask questions, curiosity would only spike. Alice having to see the very house would break her Amelia's heart, and Alice's.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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"It's a metaphor!" Allen applied dramatically, emphasising her purpose with an angered extend of her tanned arm. "Sometimes I don't know what to do with you, really. I bet the house is the same as we left it, they'll surely be upset on the new discovery." She hacked a boisterous snicker. As they turned a corner, Allen looked to the neon green streetsigns, now coated in a layer of pink dye. They numbered the avenues and street crossings, cars rolled past as they walked. He saw one sign reading Caxton Street, all the way down the road. "I see the block already. Not too much long till we arrive." Allen reported, dusting her hand off on her layered jeans as they continued on. The sugary smell filled all of London, the toxic posionous scent uninviting to most, the empty streets and crossways a haven of tar colored shadows. To Allen, they were invinsible. There was no stopping their plans, no matter how twisted. She smiled a vile smile at the thought.
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[.Yin.]

"Amelia. Wots going on? Why won't you let me look?" Alice narrowed her eyes. "You're acting off. You're hiding something." The Brit attempted shoving the American aside. What could be so bad? What could be so bad that Amelia had to go out of her way to block her? It certainly raised her curiosity. She tried looked over Amelia's shoulders. Odd. she could usually see the top of the home from here.


Oliver continued humming what might be the British anthem. Though it was a much more light and bouncy version of it. "Allen, can we move faster? Pleeeeease?" She asked, tugging at the girls sleeves

[Black-Cat771]

"t-they'll ... s-suspect ...we ... went there." the boy said weakly. "... and. .. they'll know ..." he coughed, now fighting back coughing fits that left his hand having a few blood splatters on them. He fell back into the chair, weak from the over exhausting spells he had used. He knew that after all this ... he'd have to check the side effects of all those spells ... because none of this felt like it would go away any time soon.

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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"Nothing is going on. It's just a bit drafty out- there's... aliens!" Amelia honestly said the first thing that came to mind. She would do or say anything to keep Alice from this terrible reality. It was a stupid save, but with all this happening even an alien abduction was believable now. The blonde was quick to support her claim. "Off? What are you talking about?" Amelia laughed shakily, jumping in front of the brit once again whilst trying to act natural. But the American was a terrible actor, her emotions were as clear as day. As Alice looked over her shoulder, she saw the brit's expression change curiously. Her suspicions were at high. The blue eyed girl looked to Edward as he coughed tragically, his reasoning was believable. "Edward is right. That is the first place they would think to go, anyways. This shop was the best option, no risks." The tension rose as Amelia saw the scarlet dots left to roll down the boy's palm. The spells were taking their toll. "I don't want to worry you- you don't have to look." The American knew with all her pleading she was only making the brit more irritable with her unusual actions, the blonde feverishly darting her eyes around to find a way to close the blinds to the windows, or curtains to draw.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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The brunette was snapped from her vulgar thoughts, narrowing her eyes to the pig-tailed brit as she tugged her bomber jacket's sleeves. "Well we'd get there much faster if you'd just let go of me! It's not like we have any means of transportation anyway." Allen snatched her arm away from the shorter girl, ignoring her long drawn out pleas. "What do you want me to do? Call a cab?" The American asked with a huff, stamping her heels as she walked.
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[.Yin.]

"I - aliens." Alice folded her arms and gave Amelia a 'are-you-for-real' look. The Brit listened as Amelia tried to hide or cover up something. Lucky for the American Alice got distracted by Edward. Leg dragging, she stumbled over to her son, wrapping a arm around his neck. "Perhaps you should rest... You aren't exactly in the best shape. Oh, and no more magic from you!" She scolded gently, seeming to forget about the home.


"Meanie." Oliver huffed, sticking her tongue out at Allen as she let go of the others sleeve. "I don't like it when you're acting like this towards me." She let out a crazed giggle, sticking her hand in her pocket and dragging out one of the sedatives she had grabbed. She lashed forward, trying to plunge it into Allen's arm

[Black-Cat771]

"j-just ... o-one more trick ... o-okay?" he asked weakly, looking up to his mother with a distant, but happy twinkle in his eyes. 'i-i promise ... i'll ... r-rest right after ... o-okay?" he murmrued, almost begging.

[.Yin.]

"But look at you...!" Alice really didn't want to see Edward in a worse condition but...she could never really bring herself to say no to those shinning eyes. "Fine." She agreed