APH Roleplay (Hetalia Club Members)

[Lore-heika]

Romano suddenly brought a hand to his chin in thought, in-depth thoughts suddenly processing. "Let's see- flavors first! What do you want? Chocolate, marble, red velvet, raspberry mango, chocolate with some orange purée..." He began a lengthy rant on cake flavors, listing off a few thousand flavors, a bit too into this now. "... Vanilla bean, lemon and poppyseed, pistachio almond..."

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Prussia knocked on a door a few times before leaning back. Well, crap... Now what? Breaking the door down would be hard without momentum, and he couldn't get a running start in such an area. He crossed his arms before banging the door incredibly hard with his fists. "OI! HEY! OPEN UP!"

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary stared at Romano, her mouth slightly open and her eye twitching. "Romano..." She had tried interrupting him once in his list. "Romano." She said once more, a little bit louder. She finally yelled. "Romano! I get it! There's a lot of flavors!" She hadn't meant to snap, but who knows how long he could've gone? It was best if she stopped him there. "I think vanilla might be nice. Red velvet too. You didn't have to say every single flavor ever made, though."

[Lore-heika]

Romano couldn't help but blush slightly, giving a little "hmph" and glancing away. "Sh-Shut up, &@%# it! It's not my fault that I never get to make anything." He sighed before giving a nod. "Okay, so red velvet and vanilla it is. How about icing? Red velvet would go well with a cream cheese, or even a milk chocolate with some solid chocolate shavings on top. Vanilla would be best with a vanilla icing, or perhaps an almond frosting. We could also simply glaze the red velvet. Would you like both, perhaps vanilla on the bottom and red velvet for the top few tiers? We could also make a marble of the two..."

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary pinched the bridge of her nose, beginning to get a horrible headache. Romano really didn't want to shut up. She finally stepped on his foot. "Just shut your mouth for two seconds, alright?!" She finally got off his foot before staring straight at him. "Let's just go with red velvet. It sounds better to me anyways. And you just need to know when to shut the hell up and let the bride talk. I swear, if I had a pan I'd freaking beat you with it."

[Rorschach]

Siberia woke up slowly, yawning. Groggily she stood up and walked into the kitchen. Her slate-like eyes still half closed, she managed to grab an empty glass and pour some frigid water into it. As she took a sip, she felt refreshed.

Setting the glass down on the counter, she took her phone out of her sweatshirt pocket and hit the on button. No new messages or texts. Wow, she was pretty isolated from all of her friends. Sighing, Siberia turned the cell phone off and plopped it onto the kitchen table. Glancing out the small window, she decided that since it was still light out, she would take a leisurely stroll through downtown. Now she could do some sightseeing; maybe shopping. She gave a final defiant yawn, took another sip of water, and walked over to the hotel room door. She pulled on her black Uggs, then walked out the door.

[Lore-heika]

"Yipe!" Romano stumbled back, wincing in pain. "What the hell, you &@$!@%#? I'm trying to help YOU make your cake the way you want it! Ack... For once, I almost pity the Second Potato Freak..." It seemed Prussia would have his hands full with this one. "Okay. Red velvet cake. A white icing would likely be best- either cream cheese or white chocolate. How about colors? Have you picked the wedding colors yet?" Whatever the bridesmaids wore, if there were to be any- would need to correspond to both color and cake color. God, he felt so gay right now... But it wasn't his fault if wedding planning was like this.

((Pfft, I can totally see Hungary going all Bridezilla on everyone. XD))

[::madlyhazel]

(((Yes, Hungary could be like "*HIISSSSS*MYWEDDINGMUSTBEPEEEERRRFFFEEECCCTT~)))

Hungary crossed her arms, shifting on her feet. "Well... Not really. We planned to have it be outside, but that probably doesn't matter... It's Prussia's fault because he "didn't feel like planning"." She gave a small growl, shaking her head. "He's such a procrastinator... But I can't blame him for this entire wedding. He's doing at least a little bit... Speaking of Prussia, where is he?" She had remembered watching him leave the room, but he had never come back. She looked around, getting a little irritated with not being able to find him. "God, he's probably somewhere torturing a mental patient. He has such twisted humor sometimes."

[Lore-heika]

Romano grunted, giving a little sigh. So they hadn't considered colors yet either. No doubt they hadn't even looked at clothes yet either... "Well, when you decide on colors, let me know, or it'll be entirely white. Hm. Sounds pretty typical of a German..." He lowered his voice, considering they were still technically in Berlin's room. "Havent seen him, though." He sighed, motioning outside with his head. "Can we discuss this somewhere else?"

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Prussia banged his hand on the door one more time before sliding down, giving a small groan. Well, this sucked. Talk about karma. He began whistling, a little unsure of what to do. Would his phone get reception in a closet...? Might as well try. He pulled out his cell and dialed Hungary's number:

[::madlyhazel]

Hungary gave a nod before heading for the door. She was just about to open it when she heard her cellphone ring. She quickly checked the Caller I.D. and answered it, not wanting to disturb Berlin too much. She gave a slight groan. If Prussia was calling her, no doubt he'd done something wrong. Most likely he needed her to get him out of trouble. She shook her head. Just like a child. It sounded a bit staticy on the other line, but she'd still probably be able to hear him. "Hello?"

[Lore-heika]

Prussia sighed with relief. At least she had picked up, and the connection wasn't totally lost yet... "Yeah, hey. I'm kinda locked in the janitor's closet. Come get me." Straightforward and to the point was the way to go, yes? "Seriously, it smells like $#*! in here." So many hospital, sterile smells... He shuddered.

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Romano glanced questioningly at Hungary, but merely shrugged and crossed his arms again, walking out into the hall and trying to think about plans for the cake and whatnot. So much to figure out...