The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Black-Cat771]

The boy weakly lifted a hand up, his book flickering on and off with a dim light ... then, a small rose with the pattern of a British flag on it's petals appeared in his hand. He held it you to Alice, a weak smile on his face. "i ... wanted you to ... teach this flower ... how to be pretty first .." he said weakly.

[yatty]

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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The American smiled weakly at Alice's look, wiping a nervous hand across her forehead as the pig-tailed brit turned away to tend to Edward. She was brisk to cover the windows with the blinds, drawing the tied curtians to capture and void any sunlight away from the tourist shop. Amelia did not want to bring any awareness to the small shop, attention would only lead the counterparts to their new spot. She smiled at the mother and son's soft scolding, expression aglow to the boy's rose and shining eyes, the heel cap and spur ridge on her cowboy boots clacking quietly as she walked through the store for some supplies. Bent on finding some neccesities for Alice and Edward, she walked through the multiples display cases in search. The store was filled with knick-knacks and keepsakes mostly, but there was a few candy bars and old nutrition bars left in the back along with some different flavors of fruit snacks. The shop was pretty dark now too, the only light flickered from the bottoms of the blinds. Luckily for the American, there was a few flashlights up for display, though they lacked batteries. Raiding the shelves, she turned to the counter of the shop. An old-fashioned cash register sat up top, and a four bottles of water were stored behind it from the previous owner. Amelia even found a few sticks of peppermint at the discount bin. Eyes bright with the new finds, she returned to the front of the store and laid out the supplies as she watched Edward conjure the beautiful rose, thorns sharp and luminous.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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The counterpart kept on her usual wolffish scowl, trudging forward toward the house, tempered glare growing thinner by the minute. Allen snapped her head towards the dressed brit as she let out a crazy giggle, muscles tensing as she picked out one of the sedatives. "Calm down!" She screeched lowly, eyes ablaze as she jerked her limbs forward in means of avoiding the needles path. Seething at Oliver's unpredictable giggle, the 2p aimed a punch at the brit's head to snap the girl into sense. Now that they were turning on eachother, they allowed more time for their counterpart's to plan action and escape for good.
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[.Yin.]

Alice took the flower dart starring at it in awe for a moment. "Thank you, Edward." she proceeded to sit next to her son, though she was on the floor. She opened her mouth to speak but words didn't come. No, a yelp did though. She held her hand to her head, a bruise forming. "Wot the hell?" She ignored it, focusing on Edward. "You up for a bedtime story?"



Oliver fell back as the punch landed, blinking. Tears welled up in her eyes as she held what would seen be a bruise. "Wot was that for?" She asked with a sob.

[Black-Cat771]

The young boy gave a weak nod, already feeling the drowsiness of his exhaustion starting to sink in again. He felt that even with things going on as they were, that if they were all together, then it felt like he could go through anything - so long as they were happy and safe.

[.Yin.]

Alice smiled warmly. She couldn't feel sad looking at Edwards face. If anything ever happened to him...well she probably wouldn't be able to go on. Just like she couldn't go on without Amelia. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She would take a bullet for the two of them. She would make sure neither of them perished, even if it meant that her own life was taken. She shook her head, as if swatting the thoughts away. "Story, story..." She was clearly trying to think of a good one. "Once upon a time there lived a beautiful young girl with her father and her fathers closest friend..." This story wasn't about history. In fact it was heavily hinted that it was about Edward and what they had gone through so far.

[Black-Cat771]

The boy smiled weakly to his mother, catching on to the story quite quickly ... but either way he gave a soft yawn and his eyes began to become heavy once more. No matter the story, as long as Alice told it - it always seemed to get him to sleep. His eyes soon drifted to a clsoe, and his body became slightly lighter and limp as he relaxed against the chair - one hand tiredly draped over his stomach, and the other arm hanging off the chair - his head resting against his left shoulder, closest to Alice.

[yatty]

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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Amelia sat next to one of the glass display cases as she watched Edward grow sleepy again. Maybe when he woke he would feel better once again, the American hoped. The blonde watched the shadowy patterns run across the floor, taking off her bomber jacket to lay across the hard flooring. There wasn't any comfortable places to rest, other than the cold floors. She let her eyes linger admiringly on Alice, surprised at the black and blue that blemished her forehead, trouble coating her worn features. The girl lifted the curtains to look outside, finding nothing, she wondered where the counterparts where to make the mark. Laying back against a book case she felt an exuberant rush fill her at their promising outlook of their situation. Amelia was positive it was going to all work out for the better after all, she let her ears ring to the silence and listened to Alice's bedtime story. She loved the stories, soon realising the meaning and plot of the current one Alice was sharing. The blonde felt her lips twitch attentively as Edward fell asleep softly, eyelids drooping closed as sleep overcame him.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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The deliquent stepped back as the force of the punch was delivered, blank stare reaching the sobbing Oliver, dress dirty now from the fall. Allen felt her vexation lower considerably after his push, bringing her fist down to hang detachedly at her sides. She watched the brit's tears fall down her ripe cheeks and onto the cement with a stony gaze. "Quit the blubbering. You had it coming." The haughty brunette clashed sourly. Allen looked to the stormy skies, the clouds now a dark mix of greys and blues. "Get up. It's about to pour." The red eyed American muttered, offering a stiff hand to the bruised Briton, the sedative rolling eerily across the sidewalk.
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[.Yin.]

Alice stopped talking the moment she noted Edward had sunk into slumber. Silently she stood, hobbling over to Amelia. "Something happened to Oliver." She reported in a low whisper. "Nothing big, but, i have a bruise as you can see. That just means the paralyzing spell wore off and then 2Ps are on the move. Unless someone stepped on him." As she spoke she had hobbled towards the window, peeking out. She had forgotten about the house. She was checking to see if anyone was passing by. But suddenly her hand fell from the blinds. "That...that wasn't our home?"


"You were being a meanie!" Oliver shot back, rubbing away her tears. She forced herself onto her feet, grasping Allen's hand for help. "Allen, are we gonna wait until the storm passes to get them?" She asked with a sniffle, as if nothing had just happened.

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Amelia F. Jones [ America ]
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The American sat up straight, ears raring to the low whispers channeled through the nation. "I suspected. Does it hurt? Maybe someone left a few icepacks around here." The peacock-blue eyed American asked, rotating her head to peered behind the heavy bookshelf. "Oliver is certaintly on the move, but I wonder where he's headed. But it could be possible someone tripped over him." Amelia remembered the inconvienient place they had left him and Allen, right in the middle of the hospital doorway. The star-clipped girl reached back and picked up a few books from the shelf, laying the hard-covered books on her lap and puffing out a breath of warm air, the dust collecting on them flying upwards into the little store. It wasn't long until she heard the flip of the blinds falling back, Alice's eyes trailed to the window. Dread fastened Amelia's countenance, heeding the steady downbeat of raindrops patter against the roof. The American desposited the books hastily onto the floors, walking to stand next to the brit as the raindrops rolled down the windowpanes. Amelia shook her head sadly at the truth. "That was all that was left of it." The American whispered as Alice had, taking the hand that had fell from the blinds as she listened to the storm erupt outside, away from their own little world left in the little tourist shop held in London.
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Allen F. Jones [ 2p!America ]
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The ruffian pushed her bristly hair back from her brow, propping the hand up to her eyes as she looked to the stormy skies. She pulled on a acrid frown to the brit at her exclaim. "Yeah. I think it's best we do. It looks like a bad one, but it'll subside quickly." Allen said thickly, a bolt of lightening rippling shocks through the gray watery-horizon. Raindrops cascaded down the streets, drizzling onto the counterparts as they stood at the cross-section. "Let's stay here for a bit, the counterpart's probably found someplace dry too. You could catch a cold easily in this weather. They're not going anywhere." The choleric American grinned a sideways grin, jabbing a finger towards one of the cupcake shops for them to stay in while the storm passes. The brunette kicked open the door, holding it open for the brit as the bell tinkled in response to a new arrival, the bakery warm and filled with topped goods.
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[.Yin.]

Alice shook her head and instead let out a laugh. "That's alright! I'm perfectly used to having things taken away from me!" Was she going crazy? Shock might do that to some people. Alice raised her free hand to her face, cackling into it. She wasn't bothering to stay silent anymore. "Might as well just turn ourselves in to the bloody 2Ps!" She said through her laughs.


Oliver looked more than happy to be taking cover in a cupcake shop. "Thank you!" She squeaked as the door was held open. She hopped right into the shop, pig-tails flinging into the air as she did so. Of course the first thing she did was order three cupcakes. Two for her and one for Allen. Once Allen was inside she gleefully handed her one.