The End? { Hetalia RP! Accepting! }

[Black-Cat771]

Konoha looked to the letters, soon digging into the van's compartments to try and find a pencil - luckily, he found one, but it was very small. He held it out to the small bird, unsure of why the message asked for a pencil ... Meanwhile the small girl looked to Gilbird, her eyes shimmering in a dim hope. "we'll find him - i know we will ..." she murmured.

[Azh]

The bird took the pencil in his beak and then hopped back over to the open window. He then flew out, to get back to Prussia. A few hours later, the bird flew back into the window with another cloth.

[yatty]

Alfred F. Jones
The American watched the Gilbird fly out the window, holding the pencil firmly in it's beak. Alfred smiled to Elizabeth, the hope that they would be able to find the two nations in time lifted the hero's spirits. There was no hesitation in his eyes, that they could save both Basch and Gilbert. They all had to stick together to help their friends. As time passed, Gilbird made another appearance. This time he acquired another cloth. "Its good to see you back Gilbird," the blonde grinned and held out a hand for the bird to perch on. Did the cloth hold another message? Alfred was positive it was Gilbert making the effort to communicate with the group. "Gilbird came back with another cloth," the blue eyed man announced.

[Azh]

The small bird hopped onto the man's hand and looked at him. He then let go of the cloth. This time the cloth said 'I'm cagged like a bird. What did I do wrong?' Gilbird chirped at everyone else in the van.

[yatty]

Alfred F. Jones
Alfred stared down at the cloth that Gilbird had dropped, back arching to read what had been scrawled throughout the shirt's fabric. His eyes widened at the message, alarmed for Gilbert. It sounded like he was trapped, caged and held by bars like they had been. The American knew the feeling of being locked away in a cell because of the 2ps. Alfred read the message out for everyone to hear, frowning in worry. Gilbert didn't do anything wrong, their 2p's had set them up for this fate. The blonde was tenacious of this, voice ripe and brow creasing as he looked to Gilbird. "Should we write back?"

[Azh]

Gilbird only snuggled up in America's hand, shivering. He soon fell asleep, still wet and cold.

[Black-Cat771]

The small girl thought for a moment, soon getting out her small book. She drew what looked to be a lock pic and a picture of a mint bunny key-chain. She summoned these two things, almost passing out in the process due to how tired she was, and handed the items to Alfred, her eyes now having small rings around them from how tired she was. "t-the lock-pic ... is to get him to escape ... and ... the key chain - when the chain is pulled ... turns into a large bunny mount ... that he can ride to safety ... h-hopefully ... i ... don't want Gilbert ... to be trapped ..." she murmured, slowly falling asleep, now passing out against her father's arm.

[.Yin.]

Arthur was silent through it all. His mind was racing with unsaid thoughts as he drummed his fingers in a rhythmic fashion against the arm of his chair. He wanted everyone to be safe as much as the next person but saving Gilbert would be, well, risky. He arched one brow, looking at his daughter with a huff. "Wot did i say? No more magic!" He snapped. Though it was to late. She had already went ahead and did it. "Can Gilbird even carry all that? He's awfully tiny."

[yatty]

Alfred F. Jones
Alfred petted gently at the top of Gilbird's head, it must be hard to fly for so long, the small chick must have been exhausted. And Elizabeth too, she was physically drawn from all the magic spells, especially when she was so young. He held the items in his hand now, trying to keep Gilbird warm by cradling the frail bird to his chest. The pic would held Gilbert escape from wherever he was, if he was locked in with a padlock that is, and the mint bunny would help him get away quickly and soundly. "Do you think she'll be okay, Art? She's done a lot of magic, maybe a good nap in the van would help." Alfred muffled, looking to Arthur as he puzzled over what they should do, he could tell he had a lot on his mind because of the way he drummed his fingers across the armrest. "Maybe you could whip Gilbird up a mini-sized shopping bag to hold both the pic and the keychain!" The American chuckled to the brit, looking back outside the window to the foggy forests of London. "Basch is still expecting us." Alfred was worried for the nation, especially when he was so vulnerable. But now Gilbert was somewhere off unknown, caged.

[Azh]

(If someone wants to be Finland, I'll gladly be Sweden. Also what happened to 2p Prussia?)

The small bird let out one little ''piyo'' before waking back up and looking over at England and the girl. He hopped across the van to get to England then looked up at him as if asking for something. The bird was hungry.