The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[witchcrafting]

// Yaaaay, Prussia~! //

The Canadian looked over to Arthur, pausing for a second, thinking of an answer for his question. "They didn't, no.. Shyla was afraid that she lost Alfred forever," He replied, pausing for a moment. "but I told her that we would get out a find him..." Matthew gave a glance toward his older and younger sibling, smiling faintly for only a moment. "I was afraid we weren't going to find you and we were going to be stranded and left for the 2ps to get us."

[.Yin.]

"You lot sure did get lucky." Arthur said with a drawn-out sigh. Awkwardly he turned his body, lifting up his shirt, to show the messy pattern of his flag that had been brutally cut into his skin. He sat there like that for a moment before pulling his shirt down and sitting back in his usual posture-perfect position. His green eyes drifted over to Shyla, frown unwavering. "Yea, well, we would've come back for you. After we got the proper weapons and what not that is."

[Azh]

A small yellow bird suddenly flew into the vehicle, and then flew into an open window, dazed. He was holding a cloth in his beak.

[yatty]

( Gilbo is here x3! )
Alfred F. Jones
The man's glassy eyes overlooked the loam of the forests, the wide terrain spread farther than the eye could see. He tried or picture where exactly the fellow Swiss was, the nation was probably scared out of his mind. Alfred listened to the little rattlings of the cans in the back, attentive to Arthur and Matthew's conversation. He was appeased to learn his brother and Shyla hadn't experienced the cruel whiplash of the counterparts while they managed their escape. The American tilted his head to Shyla, smiling with a twinkle in his eye as if to say "You'd never loose me!" The blonde was so happy to have Matthew and Shyla back on the road with them. Alfred glanced down at Arthur's scarred Union Jack flag, the memories tugging at his smile. He could recall every little detail of what it was like to step into a room like that, seeing your dearest friends and family suffering as such made Alfred's mouth turn bitter. It wasn't long till a feathery yellow bird soared through the window, wings wet and scrawny from the downpour. To Alfred the animal looked quite familiar, the American held out a hand for the bird to rest on. The blue eyed man then noticed the little scrap of cloth hanging from the little bird's beak. He could've sworn this bird had something to do with his old friend Gilbert.

[Azh]

The bird snuggled up in Alfred's hand, squeaking and honking at him from behind the cloth he carried. The cloth fell into his hand and felt like it came from a shirt. Messy red writing could be seen on it, and it smelt of blood.

[Black-Cat771]

The small girl looked up and over toward the little bird. "Gil ... Bird?" she asked softly. She then looked to the cloth, her body trembling from the smell that came off it. "s-something's not right ...." she murmured, whimpering softly now as she tried to sit closer to her father.

[witchcrafting]

The Canadian gasped a bit at the crude markings on the Brit but his attention soon turned to the yellow animal as it flew into the van. Matthew began to get worried. Gilbert was his best friend of course. The Prussian would never or try not to forget about the quiet Canadian. "Gilbird? If he's here, than Gilbert has to be close by..."

[yatty]

Alfred F. Jones
Alfred observed the small yellow chick, it was indeed Gilbird. Obviously the bird had some business being here, its dazed squeaks and yelps gave way that it was horribly distressed. The foul smell from the cloth hit the American's nose as he picked it up carefully in between two fingers. Small letters were written on the scrap, a message for the travelers to uncover. "Gilbird came to show us this." The blonde held up the cloth for everyone to see, eyes darkening in misery. "Gilbert must be in trouble." The stench of blood from the shirt's fabric lingered in the car's cheap air-conditioned air. Alfred's face fell as he thought about what might have happened to the Prussian. Have the counterparts found him? Was he injured? The American looked to the cloth in his hands, squinting as he made out the words.

[witchcrafting]

Matthew looked down. Another friend of his had been in trouble. "He might have been captured for all we know... We have to find him if anything!" He pointed out. "We also have to rescue Basch before he ends up like a hunted deer..." He was worried, you could see it in his violet eyes. He was worried for everyones safety and protection. Matthew just wanted to escape what was after them. He didn't want to be chased by some crazed psycho Brit and his 'friends'. But what got to the Canadian the most was that his loving family and friends were in danger.

[Azh]

Strangely all it said was 'send back a pencil'. Gilbird squeaked at Alfred and then looked over at Matthew, squeaking at him as well. He puffed up his feathers and then shook water off of him.