ヘタリア RP | Wingtalia V.2 | Accepting

[zombles]

Light and soft to the touch. They were light and soft, the feathers on his back. Only after a short time of waking up had Francis finally had the courage to reach back there. Before.. before he realized why it hurt so much. Light and soft was replaced with adhesiveness of a liquid that was awfully familiar and caused the blond to retract his hand. At his finger tips, slinked onto his fingernails and the skin was a crimson slow moving liquid- also known as blood that cause Francis' face to contort into awareness and alarm. The blood begun to shake off his fingers as his arms started trembling. It didn't feel natural. The rest of his body felt the nerves and panic, especially his throat. The wings. He couldn't remember who to react at the blood, his instincts were screaming for something to help while his brain couldn't even remember how he had dealt with the blood seeping on his back. Taking a calmingly long breath in, he pushed his hands up from the ground, glancing down to see that he was clothed. Good. That was one less thing that he was worrying about. Francis slipped his hands into his pockets, his wings slightly drooping and tucked in an unfamiliar position, one that hurt less for some reason. He moved through the woods before breaking the silence and mustering up his voice, finally. "Hello? Bonjour?"

[Hideś]

Country: Estonia
Name: Eduard von Bock
Age: 22
Gender: male
Family: Baltics
Crush: open
Mood: calm

Eduard blushed lightly when Taylor moved closer to him in her sleep, he looked down at the girl and after few seconds of uncertainity he put his arm around Greenland. She was probably getting cold. He tried to put his wing around her also so it would get warmer a little.


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Country: Finland
Name: Timo Vainamoinen
Gender: male
Age: 20
Family: Nordics
Crush: open
Mood: full of energy

Timo blinked listening to Berwald, he chuckled softly "You didn't have to do this. Go to sleep now, other way we won't be able to go too far." he got up and stretched his arms with a yawn "Now I will take care of everything and you sleep. First I am gonna take a bath." He walked closer to the river and took off his clothes just to jump into the cold water. He shivered a little but then he smiled. Finland loved cold, he wasn't scared of it.


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Country: Falkland Islands
Name: Blanca Kirkland
Age: 16
Gender: female
Family: British
Crush: open
Mood: happy

Blanca tilted her head lightly to the side and then looked at her own nails. She smiled softly "Even if it's true then I can't hunt, I never had to." she said and realized she's useless here "I'm sorry" she added with sadness but then moved her head up hearing some voice. She looked at Alfred. Arthur? She knew the name and the voice sounds familiar. Blanca had to think for a moment and then she quickly got up, her face brightened "Dad?" she calle out, remembering now England. She was happy someome from her family showed up. Arthur was the first person she wanted to meet. He was like a father to her at all.


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Country: Aland Islands
Name: Ellen Ollsen
Gender: female
Age: 18
Family: Nordics
Crush: it's a secret
Mood: unsure

Ellen looked at Emil and smiled lightly to him "Good morning, Emil" she said. She yawned and looked at Elizabeta hearing her movements "Good morning to you too" she replied to the woman. She looked around the cave they're found, it wasn't very warm but it's warmer than outside. "Looks like we didn't dream about having wings, it's reality. What should we do now?" she asked both ICeland and Hungary.

[jay,]

alfred f. jones-----< falkland islands; england >

alfred listened to her, taking in what she said, "yeah, berries would be good. but meat, man," he agreed, looking down at his hands, "i kind of noticed this yesterday, but our nails are a lot like claws... that could do something."
the american heard the voice loud and clear, frowning. that was the voice of "mr eyebrows" (which was a name he had come up with last night while thinking about the man), right? he stood up, peering out from where he was sitting, "arthur?" he called out in response, curious to see if the other male was actually here.

emil steilsson-----< hungary; aland islands >

emil let out a quiet, content sigh when ellen responded. he enjoyed having her close by, she was a familiar face in a strange place. hearing elizabeta move closer to them, he looked at her, giving a small nod in response to her words. the angel turned his head more in the direction of ellen as she spoke again, taking in her words, "it's pretty cold in here, and probably colder outside. we could just stay here, unless you are really hungry or something."

{ I'm just going to say this here, in case anyone who needs to know missed it on the hetalia thread. from tomorrow, I'm going to be away until January second (it actually could be third now I think about it) but I should have Internet, so I will probably still be posting every now and then.

[vacant.]

Name; Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Country; Spain
Crush; Lovino
Location; forest
Tags; Lovino

Antonio was up perched in a tree, watching the sky. He rested his head on his knees. A yawn escaped his mouth as his eyes slowly drifted shut. His eyes shot open upon hearing a familiar voice. He glanced down and smiled once he saw where the voice was coming from. He shakily sat up from his position in the tree before fully standing up. He began sliding down the tree, using his wings to keep him from free falling. He landed swiftly on the ground before jogging over to Lovino. " Good morning sleepy head~ " he greeted the male.

[Lance-McClain]

Berwald yawned right after Tino before nodding. He plopped down on the ground and slowly drifted off.

[kanekikennn]

Light and soft to the touch. They were light and soft, the feathers on his back. Only after a short time of waking up had Francis finally had the courage to reach back there. Before.. before he realized why it hurt so much. Light and soft was replaced with adhesiveness of a liquid that was awfully familiar and caused the blond to retract his hand. At his finger tips, slinked onto his fingernails and the skin was a crimson slow moving liquid- also known as blood that cause Francis' face to contort into awareness and alarm. The blood begun to shake off his fingers as his arms started trembling. It didn't feel natural. The rest of his body felt the nerves and panic, especially his throat. The wings. He couldn't remember who to react at the blood, his instincts were screaming for something to help while his brain couldn't even remember how he had dealt with the blood seeping on his back. Taking a calmingly long breath in, he pushed his hands up from the ground, glancing down to see that he was clothed. Good. That was one less thing that he was worrying about. Francis slipped his hands into his pockets, his wings slightly drooping and tucked in an unfamiliar position, one that hurt less for some reason. He moved through the woods before breaking the silence and mustering up his voice, finally. "Hello? Bonjour?"

Alice flexed her wings again as she walked toward the woods, the tall trees welcoming her, begging her to join them. She didn't, though. She longed to, but a somewhat familiar voice made her freeze. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the area, fingers twitching at her sides. There. She spotted him. Alice held her breath as she took a few wary steps forward and kept her wings braced, in case she needed to fly at any moment if she felt unsafe. Not that she was an expert at flying. "Hello," she murmured and stared at him. She wondered if he was the same as the others. Her brain was still fuzzy from just waking up, and she couldn't recal ever seeing him before now. Though, he did look extremely familiar. What was his name again?

[canadianhowl]

(Could people repost for me so it's a bit easier to respond too?)

[~TheIceCat~]

Spirit thought back many years to when she first found him. She lay on her side with her broken wing draped over her and began the story of how she'd found him. "It was snowing that day. It was cold and I heard you cry so I came to a tree with tangled roots to find a small child. I couldn't leave you so I took you to my home and kept you warm. I remember you eating all my fruit stocks until you fell asleep." she laughed a bit at remembering this. " I watched you grow for several months until we went looking for your brother..." Spirit started feeling pain again in her wing and she suddenly felt herself drifting into sleep. She had not slept in a while and now it caught up to her.

(my last post...)

[vacant.]

Name; Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Country; Spain
Crush; Lovino
Location; forest
Tags; Lovino

Antonio was up perched in a tree, watching the sky. He rested his head on his knees. A yawn escaped his mouth as his eyes slowly drifted shut. His eyes shot open upon hearing a familiar voice. He glanced down and smiled once he saw where the voice was coming from. He shakily sat up from his position in the tree before fully standing up. He began sliding down the tree, using his wings to keep him from free falling. He landed swiftly on the ground before jogging over to Lovino. " Good morning sleepy head~ " he greeted the male.

(( mine is right here ))

[kanekikennn]

Alice flexed her wings again as she walked toward the woods, the tall trees welcoming her, begging her to join them. She didn't, though. She longed to, but a somewhat familiar voice made her freeze. Her eyes widened as she surveyed the area, fingers twitching at her sides. There. She spotted him. Alice held her breath as she took a few wary steps forward and kept her wings braced, in case she needed to fly at any moment if she felt unsafe. Not that she was an expert at flying. "Hello," she murmured and stared at him. She wondered if he was the same as the others. Her brain was still fuzzy from just waking up, and she couldn't recal ever seeing him before now. Though, he did look extremely familiar. What was his name again?

(here's mine)