APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

[Lore-heika]

Prussia grunted, frowning somewhat smugly. "Oh, I will. I don't like you, just because I didn't kill you. She won't love you anymore, even if she isn't holding a grudge." He took another long drink of beer before stuffing a hand into his pocket and walking away. "Next time you try hurting her, I will kill ya. If West doesn't get to you first." He turned and shut the door behind him.

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Romano frowned. "None of your &@%# business!" But he soon sighed and gave in nonetheless. "He's always got some kind of problem, it seems. Drug wars or civil wars or something, I don't know. Never really know what it is, since it always seems to be something different. He just... Always has a problem expressing himself. He goes overboard a lot with everything. There was an episode once, back when we lived together, where he nearly killed me over attention from Spain. He needed Spain for something or other, but since he had been dealing with issues with Turkey for me, Antonio was a little too preoccupied. Peru wanted Spain to pay attention to him, so he tried taking me out during an episode because he saw me as the problem, and was willing to do anything. With Berlin, it was probably the same kind of thing. He wanted her to be with him, no matter the cost."

((Sorries if this story sucked, no time to come up with something crafty.))

[::madlyhazel]

Peru watched Prussia leave the room before giving a small smile. "Thank you." He said as the door closed. Even if he was to get killed, he wouldn't be able to hurt Berlin any more. She'd be safe... He gave a small laugh before leaning further back and closing his eyes. Berlin would be safe.

o.o.o.o.o.o

(((It was fine. ^^)))

Hungary blinked a few times, trying to comprehend the information. So... Peru had nearly killed Romano because he wanted attention? What an odd country... "Good thing he didn't succeed, though. He's an extremely dangerous nation. I'm surprised he only made a vulgar joke when he got drunk and didn't try to knife us. He's such a peculiar nation..." She shook her head before looking back up at Romano. "It's just a good thing he didn't cut Berlin's spinal cord when he sliced her back. Then she would've been killed."

[Lore-heika]

Romano gave a small nod. "It... His bipolarity isn't like most people's. It's like... He doesn't realize what he's doing... But at the same time, he has enough control to avoid doing anything like that. Most of the time." His eyes narrowed. "He's really hard to understand, and most people just see him as dangerous, but he DOES have more to him than just that. He's just... Complex."

((Eh, Prussia later. Gotsta go for a bit now.))

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary gave a nod of understanding. "He does seem like a nation that is hard to understand. I don't even get a little bit of him. I guess I'd have to live with him as long as you did to get a little bit about him." She gave a small laugh. "He's interesting though. He might be dangerous, but just seeing what he does is fun to watch. I'd like to just learn a little bit more about him so I can understand him some more."

[Lore-heika]

Romano shrugged with a grunt. "Hm. Good luck with that. I still don't completely understand him." And this was certainly the truth. Peru could certainly be the peculiar little &@$!@%# when he wanted to be. "Why're you here anyway? Didn't think you had much association wi-" Oh, right. She was engaged now. "Oh. Nevermind. Still... Don't let those &@%# Germans change you too much. You're actually tolerable, most of the time."

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Prussia exited Peru's room and yawned, finishing off the beer and tossing it into the wastebasket in the hallway. Now let's see... Germany had left and was possibly in the waiting room, but he wasn't entirely sure. Hungary seemed to still be in the room with Romano and Berlin, who was likely still in bed. Hm... He was incredibly bored. Maybe he could wreak a little havoc for the fun of it.

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary gave him a smile. "Trust me, I'm not changing too much. I've already hit Prussia and Germany with a frying pan even if I'm getting married to Prussia. I just felt like doing it." She gave a slight yawn and rubbed at her eyes, even though it wasn't late. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something. "Oh yeah, we've been assigning nations roles for our wedding. Finland and Sweden agreed to help with the clothes, but Prussia and I have been wondering if you and Felciano want to cook the cake. How does that sound?"

[Lore-heika]

Romano gave a tiny grunt, an eyebrow rising. Well, this certainly wasn't expected. "You want us to make a cake? For you and the Second Potato-&@$!@%#?" He crossed his arms, but chanced a tiny smirk. "Nope. Unless... Since we're going to be there anyway... We'll make it, if you agree to let us cook some of the food too. Not everyone can stand that crap you two eat. We're gonna need some nice, Italian meals too. We can make them, if you agree." Hey, he needed to eat too, and he wasn't about to eat a bunch of potatoes and pork.

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Prussia turned toward the storage closet, surprised to find it open. Causing mischief with these items shouldve been quite simple, almost too much so. He grabbed a mop and smirked, idea after idea brewing in his head. He turned to leave when a passing doctor shut the wide open door. Prussia frowned and jiggled the knob. Nothing. Wouldn't budge. Crap...

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary made a small noise. Well... She wanted to have some foods other than German, yes, but she was going more for traditional Hungarian foods, not Italian. She crossed her arms, pondering over it. She gave a slight cough before nodding. "F-fine... But you can't make everything. There still needs to be German and Hungarian foods. But since you are making the cake, maybe we should talk about how it will look. You have any ideas?"

[Rorschach]

Siberia released a long sigh of relief as her feelings of depression gradually dissolved. Standing up, she muttered something unintelligible about having to eat- she hadn't eaten in two days. Siberia meandered over to the small refrigerator in the kitchen. Reaching into it, she grabbed a small metal bowl of leftover borscht. She put it to her nose; it still smelled find, so it was most likely safe to eat. Siberia stood up and trudged to the counter. She picked up a clean spoon and placed it carefully into the miniature borscht bowl. Realizing it was quite cold in the room, Siberia zipped up her sweatshirt tightly.

She then sat down at the small wooden table. As she ate the unappetizing cold soup, she contemplated the day's events. She was still slightly in shock from what had taken place at the airport. Siberia knew she had to steer clear of Peru or he could do the same thing to her. She also decided to go to the hospital tomorrow in order to see how Berlin was doing. She had made a quick exit earlier without really stopping to see how the city was feeling. Then again, if she hadn't gone home at once, she would have had a mental breakdown, and those were never good.

Sighing, Siberia choked down the rest of the repulsive borscht. Ever since her depression had taken a turn for the worse, she had not eaten as much. This was the least she could do to keep her strength up. She dropped the bowl and spoon in the sink, assuming she'd wash it later, which she probably would. Letting out another deep sigh, she strolled into the living room, sat down in the armchair, grabbed the remote, and turned on the television. Nothing good was on, so she put on the history channel for no reason at all.

In a few minutes, she was sound asleep.

(I felt like typing something long)

[beekind]

"He's not my boyfriend." Berlin said,flipping over in bed and putting a pillow over her head. A nice,long, nap would be wonderful,just as long as she didn't have anymore nightmares. She frowned remembering how Peru had comforted her when she'd been scared."%$#^ it..."She muttered,drifting off into sleep.