↬βʃѻѻɗӯ Σɳɗ↫A Vampire Hetalia RP Closed

[AphroditeStrife]

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Ҥѻɳɗӓ Ҝΐҝμ
Land of the Rising Sun
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✿What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxis peace and quiet✿

Or else you will dig my grave
Location:America's housexxx
Because I’m not the only onexxxxxx
Status:Vampire: slightly injured: worriedxxxxxxxxx

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Kiku wasn't sure why all the girls decided to sit on his bed, but being the polite country he was normally, he didn't say anything. It was rather uncomfortable having so many girls so close... he wasn't at all used to that. He took a breath and let them all talk their peace, not sure what to say to add. He was normally the one that sat back and gauged the atmosphere, so it was strange for them to be putting him in a slight leadership position. Most of the time he just backed America...

Well,just because America was injured, that didn't mean that they should stop going forward. They needed to do something, anything, to try and protect the humans that were left, countries or normal people. Which meant, in his mind, the first thing he needed to do what help Taiwan defend herself. And maybe, Vietnam could do the same for El Salvador, show her some way to defend herself. It was America's house, obviously there would be weapons around.

Japan let out a breath, running his hand through his hair to separate the strands that were still sticking together from his shower. "I will take Mei-chan do America-kun's shooting range in the basement and teach her to use her gun. Vietnam-san, if you would find a weapon for El Salvador-san, and show her how to use it, then I think that would be best. Alfred-kun will be resting, and I don't think Arthur-san will want to leave him, but that doesn't mean we should rest if we are able to work."

Kiku had a killer work ethic, and he didn't like just laying about if he could help it. He wanted to help America get through this, which meant they had to take care of protecting the house first. England would make sure Alfred didn't die, not that he thought America would... he was far too ego driven to give up on life... but his wounds were still terrible, and he was worried greatly for his safety.

He got up and helped Mei to her feet. Divide and conquer was the best thing to do. "America-san has many weapons in the War room," he'd seen them, from the swords Kiku had gifted him long ago, to modern day AK-47s, they would no doubt be able to find a weapon for Esperanza. Japan took a package of the Pocky Santa-san had given him, and he slipped it in his pocket, then he walked over to his katana and put it on his shoulder, the silk he was wearing making whispering sounds as he walked. He knew he could have easily taken El Salvador with him, but Mei seemed to want to stay with him, and he didn't want to make her feel worse then she already obviously did...

He waited for Taiwan to come, not that he expected to have to wait long, and he took her out of the room and down the hall toward her discarded present. It wasn't much use to her if she didn't know how to use it. If she got it taken away, then that would be worse for her then not having a weapon at all. He picked the box up, taking the gun out and looking it over. It was nice, and small, perfect for a woman, and there seemed to be plenty of ammunition. "Finland-san has a very good eye for weapons, this will be good for you." He put it back in the box and handed it to her with a small smile. He waited for her to be ready, since gun could be scary for someone that didn't know about them.

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You feel them finding, Always winding
xxxInventory:Katana, haori, hat
xxxxxxTake my hand, Now be alive
xxxxxxxxxParty:America, Taiwan, Vietnam, El Salvador, England

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✿Japan has become a vampire✿

[SecretSinner91]

ξșϼɇɍɑɳɀα

El Salvador
The song within my head

Lonesome Stranger, with a crowd around you, I see who you are. You joke, they laugh, till the show is over, then you fall so hard. If you're need a soul-to-soul connection, I'll run to your side. When you're lost in the dark. When you're out in the cold. When you're looking for something that resembles your soul.

El Salvador felt a huge blush rise on her face, as all three counties were complimenting her food. Never had this happened before, sure, America complimented her food, but she only thought that it was because that he was trying to be kind. Though, hearing them say it, was still new to her "Um, t-thank you" El Salvador said, still being shy and embarresed about it. After all, it wasn't everyday that someone would try your food and liked it. She was sure that there would be other countries that would dislike her food. Still, she was grateful the others liked it. She would have apologized a lot if they didn't, seeing as she was placed in charge of the cooking.

Then she watched as everyone began to talk about a way to protect each other. El Salvador knew that the vampires were getting quite skilled involving their sneak attack, like they did with America. She thought for a moment, as everyone had voiced out their opinions. "Um, i-if I'm able to say something" El Salvador said, as she could feel some eyes turned towards her, knowing that she was speaking. "Um, knowing if they want to try and sneak, why don't we try and cover the area with a familiar scent. That way, when an enemy is trying to sneak in, you can easily smell them a mile away" El Salvador spoke quietly. She felt a bit strange speaking about military tactics, as she had recently gotten out of a civil war, but she knew that she had to be usefull in anyway she can.

She then took a small sip of her tea, when she noticed something. There were two chairs that were not taken. It took her a few seconds to realize that those chairs were meant for her and Vietnam. The girl was already panicking and whacking herself mentally, as she quietly got off of Japan's bed, and sat down at the chair, as she gave everyone an apologetic look. After all, she didn't know if the chairs were meant for her or not, and she saw Vietnam sit on the bed, so she assumed that it was alright. Still, the young girl sat on the chair..

When the wind blows your house of cards. I'll be a home to your homeless heart.Open, close me. Leave your secrets with me. I can ease your pain. And my arms will be just like walls around you, come in from the rain. If you're running. In the wrong direction. I will lead you back.When you're lost in the dark, when you're out in the cold. when you're looking for something that resembles your soul. when the wind blows your house of cards. I'll be a home to your homeless heart. Broken, shattered like a million and million of pieces. Sooner or later, you've got to find, something or someone to find you and save you. When you're lost in the dark, when you're out in the cold, when you're looking for something that resembles you soul, when the wing blows your house of cards, I'll be your home, to you homeless heart! when you're looking for something that resembles your soul, when the wind blows your house of cards. I'll be your home to your homeless heart. I'll be your home to your homeless heart.

❖Where is my current location?❖
Inside America's home
❖Who am I with?❖
Japan, Taiwan, Vietnam, England and America.

[Blade Havok]

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she( b u r n s )liketheSUN---------
l x o x v x e // "likes" Japan---------------------------
she( d a n c e s )intheLIGHT---------
l x o x c x a x t x i x o x n // America's Home---------------------------

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Taiwan made a mental note to ask Esperanza for the recipe later when the situation was better. However, they were no longer talking about it so it would be rather out of place to ask for it. Besides, there was no pen or paper to ask El Salvador to write something down. Then again, perhaps she could just e-mail the country. They did not have a lot of trade between them, but El Salvador seemed like a nice girl. She didn't know why they couldn't or shouldn't be friends. She always liked more friends, especially friends that were not solely dependent upon China and whatever he thought. A lot of people tended to avoid her or ignore her because they did not want to make China as an enemy. Instead of shying away from him, she half made a point to try and prove a point against him since it wasn't very nice to bully other people. She stood against all sorts of bullying.

She stared down at the plate of food that she'd been given as well as the cup of tea. She wrinkled her nose a bit at the fact that Esperanza and Linh had gotten on the bed even though she had clearly set out chairs for the both of them. There were two chairs in the room and she put them near the bed so two of them would have to sit cross-legged on the bed with the food in front of them and the others so they could use the edge as a sort of table since it was relatively flat. The drinks and such would not be knocked over so long as no one bounced. She only flinched because it was Japan's bed... Japan had other girls on his bed. Automatically, she felt both jealous and possessive simultaneously.

She kept her lips tight because she knew jealousy was not a very good trait to demonstrate. It was not very nice especially when Esperanza and Linh were nice. However, earlier Japan had also called them but their first name and her by her country name. She could not help but feel a bit vindictive. She breathed out a huge breath and thought quietly to herself that Japan didn't necessarily like her or have to treat her special regardless of how much she might want to treat him just a bit special. All of the bad things in her thoughts came out on her breath as she twined the ribbon tightly around her hand so that she could focus on herself. Realizing then it was in her hands and that it might get dirty, she decided to tie it somewhere so she wouldn't forget. It was meant for her hair, but she knew it would slide right out with out something else so she tied it around her neck like a bow-collar instead.

Then she let her gaze fall back on the tea and food. She now had the free hands to eat it. While they talked, she picked at the food and ate it. She also had sips of the tea between so she could drink it down. She hadn't realized that it would be a bit spicy so she needed a bit of the liquid to chug it down. She wasn't very good with very hot things actually. She glanced between them, casually catching words as she allowed her anger to dissipate as best as she could minimize it given the circumstances. Her phone had not rung, which meant Hong Kong was probably in transit at the moment and would not get her message until later.

She weakly smiled at Esperanza and noted after she finished her plate, agreeing with the others before her, "Yes, the food is very good." Other than that, she was not very good at planning for strategy. Her military was wholly based off of the US military at present, and it was only under Alfred's advice or rather model did she have something much like how Hong Kong's and Singapore's militaries were based off of the English system. Last she checked, South Korea also had a lot of American influence. Of course, she also had Singapore's help a lot of the time since she didn't always know what she was doing, and Alfred couldn't always help her. Singapore was also closer. And there was also Japan, but since Japan and China had really good relations, it wasn't good if they acted together for the sake of things since she knew Japan wanted to remain on good terms with everyone.

Either way, her military was solely dependent on the guidance of others. She was not completely clueless when someone gave her directions per se. However, she never wanted to take action on her own. She just let Japan and Vietnam talk about the situation between each other since she trusted them to know better than her. However, she did notice that Japan had called her 'Mei-chan.' She perked up a bit at that. She met Japan's gaze apologetically. She did not mean for her blood to smell good to eat. However, if Japan decided that he needed something to drink, and there was nothing available. She would offer herself up since she trusted him. Her cheeks turned a bit pink at that notion... She kept it to herself.

Although, military strategies kind of went over her head, she understood that America was not in a place to be able to do much at least for now. Vampires healed fast though, didn't that? Until then, she remembered from before and Esperanza's momentary action that she was a bit sick. Linh had been injured and abandoned. Japan was a little bit injured, too. She wanted to be able to help and not have to rely on them. She did, but she wanted to prove to them that she could hold her own weight rather than have to be dragged along. She looked up between Vietnam and Japan, saying with soft firmness, "I'd like that. I want to do anything and everything I can to help." There was a flicker of determination in her gaze. She was absolutely serious.


---------she( b l a z e s )liketheSTARS
--------------------nervous && determined // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------she( w a i t s )fortheDAWN
--------------------flowers (2x), jasmine tea, cellphone, 9 mm handgun, japan's present // i x t x e x m x s

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[CalypsoNakamura]

You dare to stand before me?
Do you understand what this means?
It's too late to mourn now
You can't go back after finding out
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ＷＡＮＧ ＹＡＯ
ｉｓ ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ ｃｈａｎｇｅｄ
{~ ｖａｍｐｉｒｅ ~}

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You're shaking? What's happened?
Your heart must be freezing over
Don't worry, for it'll be over soon
After breaking apart into little pieces

Yao cold hands trembled in the much bigger and much warmer man's hands. He frowned at the great difference between them now, heat wise. He used to be the warm one. The one Ivan would curl up next to for warmth. It was strange how those tables had turned, and how they would probably remain that way. Even though Ivan's hands were warm, they didn't warm his own hands up any.

Eyes went downcast as he was told how it was and probably always will be. He even considered that 'become one' nonsense for a moment. On a normal basis, he would have repulsed the very idea of being strapped down to anyone. It was a pet peeve to be so under control by someone of greater physical and economical power, but at this moment, he would gladly agree to it if he was offered. That meant he could have someone to fall back on now, and he wouldn't become one with just /anyone./

Yao let his head rest against the other's chest, listening to the soft thumping underneath. His heart. Everyone liked to believe the Russian didn't have one, or that it popped out at random times. They liked to believe he was some cold and heartless person who delighted in causing bodily harm, when in reality, he did have quite a few soft spots. He was just misunderstood is all. Letting his shoulders relax somewhat, the shorter of the two started to doze off. Something about the warm fire, warm blankets, and a warm body just made him want to sleep away. After awhile, he managed to fall asleep. Wo...ai...ni... He thought quietly, imagining he said it. Though, he didn't know if it was heard or not, or if he said anything at all.



This flame burns within the ice
When the bluish white light of superiority radiates
I will captivate you with my eyes
Think of it as your privilege.
Burning on the Flaming Ice!
{translation: wo ai ni=I love you}

[The-Symmetry-Reaper]

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Νɠʉӌєȵ ζɩɳɦ
Nước Cộng hòa xã hội chủ nghĩa Việt Nam
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✖ Độc lập – Tự do – Hạnh phúc✖

Well go get your shovel
Location:America's HOusexxx
And we'll dig a deep holexxxxxx
Status:Recovering:In Thoughtxxxxxxxxx

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All the tea dispensed and everyone now calm and collected, she happily took a bite of the food she had been given. Nodding politely to each of the thanks she was given and the compliments as well, seeing as it would be rude to make any verbal response while she had food in her mouth right? That was something that parents taught children at a young age, so someone her age had to remember those things, she was amongst the oldest in the home, herself and Japan together had centuries on the other nations. They were both quite old, though it seemed that Japan expressed his age more so than she did. Seldom did Vietnam ever mention aches and pains she had from her old age, though really she didn't feel bad all that often, she was quite fit from always working outside in the rice fields, that was some work that could keep you moving and active for hours at a time and a healthy diet could keep your body in a good condition. Linh was quite strict about what she ate in her daily life, though she had to admit that El Salvador was quite a good cook, this food was rather good and she liked it, it had unique flavor to it.

"Your food is delicious Esperanza, thank you." she spoke out kindly, taking a drink of her tea, the Latin nation had complimented her tea, so it was only nice to return the compliment, it was the right thing to do, and the Vietnamese woman always liked to do what was right, she was not a dark person despite her less than clean history. She had been through quite a few dark and brutal times, though here she stood, still a strong and independent young woman that never let herself be pushed around without fighting back. Being silent as she sat there and enjoyed her food and drink, allowing the three to talk amongst themselves. She wasn't a big conversation person, sure she could sit back and enjoy a nice long conversation on occasion, though she didn't feel the need to do so right now. Add the fact that she was eating and she had enough of an excuse not to start talking and adding into the conversation, it wasn't that she didn't want to talk to anyone. She did want to talk, but had nothing to add at the moment.

Though Taiwan's words broke her from her silence as she finished a sip of tea and nodded. "Yeah, I just feel more comfortable like this, you know I'm not a big fan of showing skin." a light tint of red reaching her face, she was a very shy girl when it came to her body and appearance, and she could remember not all that long ago, around two thousand nine to be exact. The Christmas party had been an embarrassing time. Mostly because Taiwan had talked her into wearing that Santa outfit that she had not wanted to wear. Though the two were good friends and Vietnam's refusals and reddened face at the time seemed to only urge her Taiwanese friend more to get her into the outfit, which she had eventually been coaxed into. Though the older it seemed she got more easily convinced to do things, likely because she wanted to appease her close friend and not cause any rifts in their relationship. They had been friends for decades and decades, and Vietnam wasn't going to ruin that over some silly outfit or anything. Though she had wanted to deny wearing it, she had agreed, despite her embarrassment in the uncomfortable situation.

Looking over to Japan when he directed his words at her, listening closely to what he was explaining and mulling it all over in his mind. She had to agree that the attack had been well thought out and planned quite well. Those vampires that attacked knew what they were doing and had planned to do some heavy damage to the group in the home, though thanks to America and Japan, the home had been spared quite a bit of possible damage. The hordes that traveled the streets were growing more cunning and dangerous by the hour, and that meant more trouble for them. They couldn't sit here for the rest of their lives, they had to make a plan on how to successfully survive this apocalyptic time period, it was very bad and there were no glimmers of hope shining anywhere around. The world was covered in a thick crimson blanket, it was stained with more blood than any war had ever spilled upon the ground. World War I and World War II couldn't hold a candle to these horrible events, compared to this vampire invasion, those two wars were like minor skirmishes. That was saying something, seeing as both of those wars had many losses, that was putting it lightly.

Nodding in agreement. "It was a well thought out attack, our opponents are growing stronger and wiser by the minute and we're forced to take the defensive every time." she spoke up drinking a bit more tea, it was always good to be defensive in battle sure, but you couldn't stay defensive the whole time. They needed to do something that would make those creatures think twice about attacking the home again, and if their opponents were fended off for long enough, they could manage to get out of this dangerous zone and move to a safer location. Glancing her golden hues on the two human nations at the mention of their tempting scents, she had to admit both of the female nations did have an alluring scent, it was just begging her to leap over and latch onto one of their necks and drink them dry, She held that temptation deep inside her gut and resisted it. "I'm sure Britain would have some insight on this as well, we should speak with him when we get the opportunity to do so." she agreed, the three of them sitting down and discussing plans of how to keep the home safe would certainly help them out quite alot, it was better than doing nothing after all.

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To bury the castle, bury the castle
xxxInventory:Rice Paddle, Her Present
xxxxxxTo bury the castle, bury the castle
xxxxxxxxxParty:America, England, Japan, Taiwan, El Salvador

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✖Vietnam✖

[The-Symmetry-Reaper]

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Natalia Arlovskaya
Рэспублікі Беларусь
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✖ З Беларусі з любоўю, для Расіі✖

So here I go and I’m ready to rise up
Location:Her Homexxx
Just like a star guiding me through the nightxxxxxx
Status:Normal:Upsetxxxxxxxxx

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Something rather odd happened in her home, after having invited so many inside. A majority of her guests made their way to the door, leaving her behind in her home with only a single nation, the likes of Latvia. Now she didn't exactly hate the shorter nation, but she didn't necessarily like him either. He took quite a bit of her Russia attention away, and Belarus hated any competition for her elder brothers affections, and that could be anyone who even spoke to him, so she had to be extremely cautious of anyone and everyone that came into contact with ehr dear sweet brother. It wasn't like he couldn't have friends, no he had those, but that was it, an more than friends and you'd be getting your a** kicked six feet under. The Belorussian was an intensely hateful woman, once you gained her scorn, it was something that could take decades, perhaps even centuries to get rid of, and you would always be looking over your shoulders in fear that she would come up and stab you in the neck. That was something you could never put past her either. When it came to her beloved brother, any risk would be taken to ensure he was with her only.

The only risk she had yet to take however, was her own life. If she couldn't live then she couldn't be there to love her precious Russia. That was something she had vowed to always do, even if he didn't want her love, he'd have it. Her love was overbearing and it was something that he couldn't refuse. No matter how many times he fled from her presence, or told her it was wrong to get married to a family member, Belarus wouldn't listen, she had a hard head about this whole love situation, she didn't want to believe anyone else could be her lover, or that Russia could have one. That just wasn't how Russia was, even if he acted fearful, Natalia knew that he would remain faithful to her, right? Yes she was certain in her mind that he would never cheat on her. That was something that he would never do, he would never hurt his family. Cheating on her like that would most certainly hurt her, and of course the person that was getting intimate with Russia. That person would certainly feel her wrath, even if they were a stronger nation than she was, they couldn't stand up to having a barrage of slashes from a razor sharp blade across their person.

"Good riddance." she grumbled angrily as the company left. Looking over to Latvia, she raised a brow as if expecting to see him make his leave as well, but he still stood there and that was rather odd. Why was he staying when everyone else had left and abandoned her? She didn't know why he would do such a thing, but it certainly was a kind gesture. He was the only one that cared to stay. Sure Poland had been the first to come visit, but he had been a thorn in her side the whole time he was here, she was glad to see him go frankly, if he wanted to disrespect her in her own home, to hell with him. Perhaps a vampire or two would latch onto him and leave him for dead. Now that was cruel thinking yes, but when someone was that rude to you in the comfort and sanctity of your own home. There was quite a bit of room to be resentful and spiteful. Standing and following the group, she slammed her door rather loudly and turned, pressing her back against it and the scowl on her face was a mix of anger and sadness. She expected this sort of treatment from Poland, but Lithuania and Ukraine. They never would have left her like this. So it was all that wretched Pole's fault.

She would be sure to let him have a rather big piece of her mind the next time they met, if she didn't resort to hunting him down like a dog and killing him herself. The thought of drinking all that succulent and fresh warm blood brought a thirst to her mouth, sure she had just recently eaten, but having so many humans around her in such a short period, it was a rather tedious task to keep her control and she wasn't liking holding back. Normally she could just sip blood bags to her leisure, she had to hold that back earlier. Though now only having a single nation in her home. One that was just like her, a vampire. She didn't have to hold that back. She tore into a sprint for the kitchen, nearly stumbling into one of the housekeepers as she did so, managing to miss her by mere inches. Swinging open the refrigerator, she ripped one of the bags from it's spot and bit into it with her fangs. Immediately the rush of the wonderful taste hit her lips and she quickly downed the whole bag greedily. It seemed a bit aggressive of her, seeing as she had kept so calm before. But all of this had been building up.

After that was over she slumped onto the floor, panting a bit as she had barely took the time to breath as she was chugging down the sweet crimson nectar. Reaching her pale hand up to wipe her lips clean from the lingering drops, licking them from her hand lightly. Standing up from the floor, she turned and closed the refrigerator. The aforementioned housekeeper hesitantly approached, placing a worried hand on the nation's shoulder. "I'm fine." Belarus breathed out to the woman, who gave her a look of sadness. It was hard for Belarus to see her people sad, even if Russia was the most important nation in her life. The Belorussian's that she looked over were the most important people. They were her world just as much as Russia was. Most saw her as a crazy tenacious, knife-wielding psychopath. But she was much more than that, if anyone ever cared to be her friend and not shun her for her loving Russia, then they could learn the sweet girl residing deep down. She was only the way she was to protect Russia from possible competition. "I'm sorry for that." she spoke out, she had not gone into a frenzy like that in ages, and it was lucky she had some hold on herself, or this woman would have been her meal.

Moving away from the kitchen, she returned to the living room and eyed Latvia, moving over she sat back on the couch, lightly gesturing to the spot next to her. Yes she normally tortured the poor Baltic to near wetting himself. But having Poland and the others out of her hair was a real load off, and she had been able to feed so she was calm. That bloody mary she had indulged in hadn't been enough blood to satiate her appetite and had only been a tease to her new vampiric instincts that she was cursed with. "Well sit down, unless you want to leave me behind too." she spoke out, her voice demanding, but not holding it's usual icy venom that most of her speech did toward others. Her hands in her lap, she ran a finger across her bare ring finger. Frowning a bit, every time she looked at that bare finger it hurt her a little bit. Why couldn't Russia marry her and give her a ring, become one with her? He was always stating all will become one with Russia, so why not let her have her wish, seeing as she was quite willing. "I plan to make another trip to Moscow, see if I might be able to get in, I need to see Russia." she informed, she had to see Russia at any cost.

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I’ve got no fear and I will never give up
xxxInventory:Her Trusty Knife
xxxxxxLove is all we need and it’s our light
xxxxxxxxxParty:Latvia

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✖Belarus✖

[AphroditeStrife]

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ʆμɗωΐɠ
Fatherland
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✙What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxis his smile✙

I am just a man
Location:Italy's Housexxx
Not superhumanxxxxxx
Status:Fade to Black: Human: Battered: enrapturedxxxxxxxxx

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Ludwig was still trying to keep the haze of lust from coming over him totally. They were in a dangerous situation, he was a human, so where their brothers, and while Italy had proven that he could drink his blood and stop in time to not make him overly weak, that didn't mean that other vampires would do that... that they couldn't all be dead tomorrow night because a troop of the insane blood suckers came in and killed them all, even little Feliciano. This, he couldn't let happen, so part of his rational mind was trying to hold on, even though his body was hot, and stiff and very uncomfortable, aching for the smaller man under him... he wanted nothing more then just let the rational part of him go and just be.

The little voice, pleading with him to make the tension be released, it caused him to look down at Italy, really look at him, seeing how flushed he was, he was squirming, trying to get out of his shorts, so Germany moved a little and pulled the offending garment off, tossing it away from them. He took a moment to look at him like this... it wasn't like he hadn't seen Feli naked before, hell he slept naked, and more nights then not because during the war, the Italian would sneak into his bed... he gotten a little used to it... but now, like this...

Ludwig just abandoned his reason then, trusting Romano and Prussia to protect the house... probably not the best decision, but he didn't care. Italy needed him, and he always took top priority... and he loved him, which just made his need to help make him feel good even more urgent. Feliciano was really adorable like this, slim and flushed, his eyes open and lipid, his lips rosy and swollen from Germany's hard and demanding kisses...

Germany's sleeping shorts and red boxer's came off in one movement, and he started to try and remember just what he'd been told about sleeping with another man. He knew the basics, but the first time he'd thought this might happen, he'd gotten a book, and Austria reminded him that he needed to know somethings, and to read those parts. It was kind of embarrassing really, since Ludwig didn't know what to do with a girl, let alone another guy... and Austria had been married... it was terrible to think that Austria was so versed in sex that he had to get help from him... he was Austria... really...

He put his analytical focus back on remembered the steps so that this wouldn't hurt Italy too much, it would hurt at first, but the key was to make the pain leave as fast as possible... being that they were both virgins with homosexual relations... and probably just sex in general, it might not go well this time, but next time he'd be sure to get it right. He leaned down and kissed Italy with all he was worth, and he grabbed the lotion off the bed side table...
((Fade to Black))

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I'm not superhuman
xxxInventory:An assault rifle, two hand guns, combat knife, medical supplies, water, rations
xxxxxxSomeone save me from the hate
xxxxxxxxxParty:Italy, Prussia, Romano

XXXxxXXXxxXXXxx

✙Germany remains a human✙

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l x o x v x e // Holy Roman Empire Germany ---------------------------
he( r e s i d e s )inhisSHELTER---------
l x o x c x a x t x i x o x n // My Home ---------------------------

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Germany's skin was right beneath his lips. He could feel the pulsing artery right under his skin... It beat so quickly, and he could practically feel the vibration of the blood rushing beneath the skin. It was so close. The scent was pressed against his face, worsened by the fact that the bandage was right there... implying that there was an open wound despite the muffling of the strong scent of the blood that he had already tasted as so sweet... If possible, it smelled even sweeter to his nose now. All he could do was lap up the gentle area against his collar bone as if appraising the area... perhaps trying to steal droplets from between the invisible pores... If he drew his lips up more firmly, he might have been able to get a taste of the delicious crimson that whatever was left of his rational mind-the guilt part of it that forbade him from truly tasting Ludwig.

He knew he was probably using too much force so he relaxed, sensually brushing his tongue across the skin in apology towards the area. He did not mean to be so rough, but he wished Ludwig knew how wonderful he smelled to Feli at that moment. Perhaps it was just the air that was thick, permeating his nose. He breathed it in, and it was tangible... a sweet siren that infected his senses... Ludwig's scent... all the more potent because he knew the taste... It had to be even better at that moment. He sighed and continued a slow lap as if the salt of the sweat that Ludwig was producing carried a similar taste of his blood... It was close, so close because they both were his particular taste that no one else would have...

Ludwig was a drug... a drug that produced a terrible addiction. Germany little helped stem the Italian's burning desire to consume him... know him... become one with him... forever to be surrounded by this numbing nirvana of his strong and palpable existence. He could die like this, and he believed that all would still be right with the world... Drowning in pasta was not was good as drowning in Ludwig for the moment. He wanted more... wanted his taste more... wanted to breathe him in... Perhaps it was the more feral aspect of the sickness that was driving him to these ends... He could not tell, he didn't care. He just felt his body, not just his mouth but that other part him... the still very human part of him growing stronger... wanting Germany just like his tongue but not in the same way but winning as the leading desire...

His fingers moved downwards, brushing against the bare, firm body of Ludwig. His body was worn with experience, a sort of steel to which Feli knew he could always rely on... a wall to which he knew he could hide behind and be protected by... He wanted to be closer to that strength, embrace and be embraced by that strength and know nothing else. The feel of his hands, rushing along his back, holding him close... closer but not close enough. He whined with soft gasps, "Luu-d-wii-g." His voice was hoarse and his body breathless.

There was something he wanted, and he knew what it was, but it was a bit embarrassing just thinking about it... His cheeks flushed with color and heat... How to express it in an explicit way... a way that Ludwig would understand since he himself could not think straight. He never could. All he knew was that his body was tight and uncomfortable... a strong desire that could only be fulfilled by the German since he was the one that was doing this to him... And it certainly was not his blood. Urgent desperation flooded his gaze as he felt his hips lift. They were met with an annoying constriction of his shorts holding him back. He whined again.

He just wanted to kick them off, but he just felt Ludwig over top of him so all he could do was moan and groan into his lips while squirming their hips together because that was the only thing that brought any ounce of relief. It was an odd situation where he felt himself caged by Ludwig. Despite the strength he had received from his changes that would have allowed him to push him off... something he wanted to do so he that he could rid himself of the last barrier that was in fact edging lower with all of his efforts although not as quickly he would have liked... he also did not want Ludwig very far away from him.

Feli took breaths between the heady kisses. His mouth was parted as he tried to both breathe air and Germany at the same time. He had a hard time figuring which one wanted more... which one he needed more... Between shifting and consuming his new favorite dish-Ludwig, he murmured, begging softly, "Pleaase~" He was half begging to have nothing between them and half bring them closer than their present situation... He pouted softly, golden eyes widening to make a point of wanting to be with Ludwig... physically be with him with nothing between them... That was what he truly wanted at that moment... increased differences between them now be damned.


---------he( y i e l d s )byhisFEELINGS
--------------------------- eager && desperate // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------he( i n s p i r e s )tobeINSPIRED
--------------------------- pasta & tomatoes, white flag making materials, phone // i x t x e x m x s

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[AphroditeStrife]

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ℑvɑɳ βʀɑɠΐɳʂҝΐ
Mother Russia
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☭What I wish for the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxis wanting only sunflowers☭

You were standing in the wake of devastation
Location:China's housexxx
You were waiting on the edge of the unknownxxxxxx
Status:Normal: Interestedxxxxxxxxx

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Ivan took his slim hand and held it between both of his. He felt terrible that he was hurting, he hoped his little friend wouldn't be crushed under the extreme weight of all his guilt. It was terrible, to see such a strong willed country so scared and sad. Russia wasn't someone that gave emotional support, he wasn't sure how... one of his family, that would have been better, but Yao had been left in his care. He wanted to do something, but he didn't know what.

Then the soft question came out, and the Ice Prince felt his heart clench in his chest. He wished he had the ability to just lie to his friend, tell him that it would be fine, that someday everything would be back to normal... but the odds were that the world would end, and they needed to enjoy the time they had left... or if they did live through this, nothing would ever, ever be the same. It made him sad to think about it too.

He moved from his chair, and sat next to China, making sure to shoo Gun Gun to the other end of the couch, moving his blanket to that he would be warm, and he sat right next to China. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled him onto his lap, hugging him close. China was small compared to Russia, very small, so he could tuck him close and his hand moved to lightly pet his hair in a soothing way.

"Nyet, it will never be the same. But, I will be telling you something that will never change... I will be here for you... and when you wish to become one with me, then I will open my arms to you. Everything that happens changes the world, da? Every war, every time the attacking comes to a country, there is nothing that is to be being done about this. We grin, we bear it, and we move on." He gently petting China, pulling him tightly against his chest, careful not to crush him.

"It will never be the same, but we will be alright. This will not stop us, I will promise you this. You will not be alone, you will have your friends, and your people will move on, they are resilient. We will make it better, it will take time, but we will." He didn't know if that would help him feel better, but he didn't want to lie, and he was normally a rather stanch pragmatist when it came to affairs like this. He would stay with Yao as long as he wanted, and if the older country wanted something bigger then this, or more, then Russia would give it to him.

He covered them both with blankets, turning on the couch so that he was laying against the high arm, the pillow under his back, and he let Yao lay against his chest. "You will be doing the sleeping now, I will be here if you need me." He was rather sleepy as well, if they stayed in the dark, warm room and rested, then what would happen? Whatever China wanted to make himself feel better, he would give him.

Translation: Nyet: No, Da, Yes

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With the cataclysm raining down, insides crying save me now
xxxInventory:His lead pipe, water, vodka, first aide kit
xxxxxxYou were there and possibly alone
xxxxxxxxxMy Party:China

XXXxxXXXxxXXXxx

☭Russia remains a Human☭

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she( e n d u r e s )liketheMOON---------
l x o x v x e // Austria---------------------------
she( w a n d e r s )intheNIGHT---------
l x o x c x a x t x i x o x n // Austria's Home ---------------------------

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Now that Hungary was alone with Austria, she did not feel quite as bull-headed as she was before. She did not feel the needed to maintain some air of strength and push forward like she had been doing for the past few hours. In truth, she was very tired. She had been very worried about Lili and all that girl had gone through, but there was nothing she felt like she could do. She could push through a lot of fighting, but to help with one girl that refused to drink blood? She could not raise her hand... Even when she did fight, Austria was still horribly harmed. She had not arrived quickly enough to prevent Austria from getting so torn up, and then she had abandoned Romania to fight the remaining vampires so he was also bullied even if he tried to feign arrogance.

She sighed, relaxing against him. His deft fingers rushed through her matted brown hair, soothing more greatly. She closed her eyes and just stayed there like she was, not moving closer but not moving further away. She enjoyed the touch of his hands. She always had. They were like magic to her. He may not have been as skillful with the sword as she as, but he had a skill that was far better measured than anything she could do with her hands. He could produce music far beyond anything she might comprehend. His fingers always delicately touched her as if she were an instrument herself, a mixture of care, reverence, and emotion all gathered at the tips of his fingers.

She listened to him speak, guilt building up slowly but surely. He kept the dresses because he hoped she would returned. Complexities strained her features. She also hoped that she would return. She wanted to return to him... However, she could not. There was nothing she could do because that was how things had to be. A country was dictated by their boss so what else could she do? She could have taken them, but she did not want to. She left them there because she neither had the heart to throw them away nor to bring them with her to remind her of the past. The embodied her memories with him, and she wanted to give him the decision of keeping tossing them because she could not bear to either part with them or looking upon them longingly.

Words slipped between her lips because she wanted to tell Austria, reassure him that what he thought was just that... things he heard and believed... Her cheeks were heated with a bit of indignity when he spoke of her potential partners with other countries... She had spent time with other countries, but that was not something she had changed. Austria had many marriages, and she could not avoid foreign relations. Just like she had been charged with marrying Austria, she did not expect to feel as much adoration as she did. She thought it was just another thing that as a country, she ought to do, but the fact that she felt more... wanted more... felt so sad about leaving behind... That was not something anyone could have made her feel.

"I only wore those dresses with you... so they were inevitably yours... they were my memories with you... I didn't want to wear them... at least not make any more memories in them that were not also your memories..." She said, trying to make sense of them. She hardly ever wore dresses like that. She had preferred tighter fitting clothing so that she could move around better. The time when she felt like woman... womanly... that was a time that belonged to him and no one else... And to no one else would she ever appear like a feminine figure if she could avoid it. She could still dress like a female, skirt or otherwise garb, but to be treated like a lady and commit herself to such a feminine course... That was something she only ever felt with Austria, who treated this tomboy like a woman.

Even now in this moment, Roderich gave her that feeling like she was a delicate flower rather than some sort of redwood. She did not fight him when she was moved into his embrace. She relished in the action, enjoying his touch. She knew he was tired so she followed him fluidly, sliding across so that he would not have to pull her. He only needed to ask her, request it of her, and she listened to him. Had he not noticed that every time he commanded her... not even just commanded but suggested... she followed easily and without much of a complaint... not one in fact.

She rested against his side, eyes slightly lidded and a few tears gathering there but not a single drop falling. She glanced up at him, watching him as he pressed his lips against her forehead... It was a simple, familiar gesture. She weakly smiled at this. The tears really threatened to fall this time. When she blinked next, one did slide away. She murmured out a soft sob, "I really did miss this..." She missed lying in that bed with Roderich... being surrounded by his scent... his weak, chaste kisses of good night that both she and sometimes Italy received. And it was then that she knew that she really did love Roderich. She knew it before, but the surge of emotion of just lying there despite their odd circumstances... the feeling remain unchanged.

She whimpered softly as he commanded her to stay and sleep, acquiescing, "There is nowhere else I'd rather be..." She glanced up at his features, smiling at him. She squirmed a bit, trying to get a little closer since she knew he was too tired to really try anything. He didn't have to pull, she would stay and move of her own accord. She stretched a bit, lifting up her chin so she could press a light kiss against his lips, murmuring against their connected skin, "I... I must love you because I don't feel like this with anyone else..." A stray tear of nostalgic sadness but also happiness slid down her cheek and fell upon Austria's... She separated, smiling at him through the couple of tears just before she placed her head just beneath his chin where she could nuzzle into the place where his collarbone met his neck, unquestionably her favorite-claimed spot.


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--------------------sad && happy // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------she( d e f i e s )fromtheSHADOWS
--------------------sabre, handkerchiefs, bandages // i x t x e x m x s

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[AphroditeStrife]

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ʆμɗωΐɠ
Fatherland
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✙What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxis his smile✙

I am just a man
Location:Italy's Housexxx
Not superhumanxxxxxx
Status:Human: Battered: enrapturedxxxxxxxxx

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Ludwig couldn't help but smile a little when Italy's first instinct was to bite something, even if it was his shirt, to keep himself from being too loud. The smaller man was making it harder and harder to resist his urges. He didn't really understand that was part of the altered physiology of vampires, that they were predators, they were changed to be hunters and to lure people to them, like dangerous, poisonous plants that were always the most beautiful.

Germany saw nothing but his little Italy, the one person in the whole world that he protected at the expense of everything. His big, lipid eyes, his bright smile, slim, almost feminine figure... he knew that he was different, his lips were fuller, his face more angular, his eyes bigger even then what they were before, but Ludwig didn't really see that, all he knew was Italy had been made to suffer so much alone, he wanted to ease that suffering. He was truly the only person in the world that really cared what happened to Ludwig, that much was certain with the look of utter despair he'd given him when he'd bit his neck on accident...

Feliciano finally got up and rather gracelessly went over and locked the door. His crystal blue eyes followed him, half in appreciation because he was still slim and soft looking, but from the added strength, he had more definition to his muscles... especially his arms and back, and he watched with rapt attention as he unfastened his pants, pushing them off and revealing pasta boxer shorts. Ludwig gave a tiny smile when he looked up at Feli one he was on his lap, thinking that even if he was different, he wasn't that different really... still the same, old adorable pasta lover glutton... and somehow that truly calmed his nerves, and his heart... the guilt lifted a bit, he could have lost him all together...

A small moan came out of the German as Feliciano started sucking along his collar bone and the uninjured side of his neck, but he didn't feel the panic that a human should have felt with a vampire over them, suckling his skin. It felt so go, so natural that he tipped his head back and closed his eyes, his rough, battle calloused hands running down the others smooth back. The tension between them was thick, he was having a hard time keeping his heart from beating wildly, and even the lost blood didn't seem to handicap his body at all...

He gently caught Feliciano's face and brought their lips together again, pulling his slight body close and he moved them then, rolling Italy onto his back so Germany could hover over him. The kiss was a little rough and messy, but the love, and lust he was feeling was starting to overcome him... he'd never been so tempted before, believing that finally the two of them were on the same page, and that there wasn't anything that would stop them now.

Ludwig didn't think about their older brother's down stairs, he didn't think of the Allies, the vampires... nothing... his entire being was focused only on Italy, the person he loved, and wanted to love... they were an odd couple, to be sure, but that didn't stop his heart from soaring every time he kissed the man beneath him. He pressed their bodies together and gasped into the others mouth at the heady sensation... he didn't really want to wait much longer, but he knew these kinds of things had to be done carefully... even if he was kind of a sadomasochist, he didn't really want to harm Italy, not when it was his job to protect him.

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I'm not superhuman
xxxInventory:An assault rifle, two hand guns, combat knife, medical supplies, water, rations
xxxxxxSomeone save me from the hate
xxxxxxxxxParty:Italy, Prussia, Romano

XXXxxXXXxxXXXxx

✙Germany remains a human✙

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Disappointment coursed through Lili. She could not understand where it came from. Switzerland was now a foot away from her, and she just felt disappointed. Was it because the embrace was over? Normally she was not one for much physical affection. It was awkward. It made her feel uncomfortable. She wanted to take steps back because she did not know what to do with someone when they were hugging her besides hug them back even though she wasn't totally sure. However, it felt strangely natural to embrace Switzerland. Perhaps it was because she spent so much time with him that anything and everything felt natural because it was him. She had no guard or bearings against anything that had to do with Basch if he was involved since she had such faith and trust in him.

She looked down at their held hands, the same as usual. She held it, enjoying the connection and the idea of familiarity that perhaps things weren't so different than usual. She thought things were really different, that things had to be different. However, maybe they didn't. She smiled, thinking that she only ever felt so lighthearted with Switzerland. She loved Hungary and Austria. There was no question about that. However, they were just too kind to her. She felt uncomfortable with their strong emotions because she was such a shy person.

Switzerland was different. He showed her kindness without being too overt about it, guiding her with a firm hand both like a teacher and a friend at once. She could never thank him for all that he had done for her, taught her about. Hungary and Austria tended to mother-father her... They treated her like a child. Switzerland did not necessarily do so. Yes, when she missed a spot when she ate something, he would correct her, but that was just it. There would be no warm embrace afterwards to reassure in case her feelings were hurt... That was nerve-wracking if Basch had ever done that. He just kept her near, implying in a way that she understood that he was there for her without pushing it on her.

She admired him greatly. He was a nation that did not need anyone else to stand on his own. He treated everyone equally... well except maybe her. She did not mind just a little special treatment. She knew it was probably because she needed it more than other countries. She was probably a little misguided so Switzerland spent his efforts on helping her get on the right track. For such attention and efforts, she hoped he knew that she was truly grateful. She never felt as "normal" if "normal" could be put into a feeling. She did not feel like she had to speak a lot. She could just sit in his presence and be happy without a care in the world. And never with anyone else did she feel like that, and it was what caused her to smile at him like she did. He gave her a little guidance without too much and just allowed her to decide at her own pace...

She long decided that she wanted to be like him, maybe not exactly like him, but she thought that he was her favorite person in the world. When he accepted her again just then, she thought that she might have liked him even more than before. Was that even possible? She already felt so attached to him, but she thought that he might have been even more kind and better as a person and country. She sheepishly nodded. "All right. Thank you," She said, sliding her arms into the jacket that provided for her. She was loosely clothed in Austria's clothing after she showered because her other clothing had been a mess. The scent of Switzerland reached her nose, and she felt even happier for some reason... it would not have been as strong if she had not been turned.

When he touched the ribbon that he bought for her... the one she always wore, she smiled at him... another smile. They were all for him whether or not either of them knew it. She smiled at Hungary and Austria, yes, but they were meek smiles to try and reassure them that she was fine. However, she felt genuinely happy with Basch, and she could not help but express it. She followed him out, not wanting to get left behind. With their joined hands, although his sleeve slid over to cover most of her hand, it was difficult for her to really get too far away from him-something she would have most definitely done if he didn't make sure to keep her up to pace. She murmured softly, "Home..." She really enjoyed the sound of going home at that moment. She felt like she had not really been home in quite awhile, but right now... at that moment, she felt like she might have already been there in their joined hands... something familiar.

Lili climbed into Switzerland's familiar vehicle. She made sure to buckle her seatbelts and make sure the door was lock and all those other things... Basch's chiding voice to make sure that everything was done and set echoed in her thoughts... The small smile on her face did not disappear. She nodded to him, "That sounds nice... I would really like that." Her eyes lay upon the scenery that changed around them, leaving the familiar streets of Vienna where Austria lived. Her gaze remained lidded, and she watched Basch out of the corner of her eye. She tilted her head to the side, feeling the entire night's fatigue finally make it to her... She had been stressed out and awake with worry, but now she felt completely at home even if it was just within a car.

She reached out, knowing that she could not inhibit Basch's driving. Thus she moved to lightly grip the hem of his shirt, hand still being swallowed up by the long sleeve of his jacket. Her other hand moved to pull up the collar so that most of her face was covered, and Switzerland's natural fragrance that was embedded in his jacket was right next to her nose. She breathed it in and was reminded of the embrace since it was this strong scent that was pressed against her face before. There was a light warmth in her cheeks at the thought of how she liked the feeling of Switzerland's embrace. She really liked the fitting more than she said aloud. She murmured, lidding gaze finally closing, "Basch, I'm glad you're here..." She fell asleep, but her hand remained lightly gripped upon the bottom edge of his shirt, planning on sleeping all the way back to Bern if she could.


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---------------------------happy && sleeping // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------she( b i d e s )fortherightTIME
--------------------------- blood bag (0x), cellphone, 0.38 special, basic tools // i x t x e x m x s

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she( b l o s s o m s )likeaBUD---------
l x o x v x e // "Like the Nordics?" ---------------------------
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l x o x c x a x t x i x o x n // Copenhagen, Denmark ---------------------------

Greenland had to resist laughing really loudly when she heard Norway's remark about being Denmark's favorite Nord. She had stopped briefly and nearly fallen over, which would have caused them both to tumble to the ground right when they had just gotten to their feet. The image of Lukas crawling Denmark's door, half-bloodied and dead and actually telling on her to Denmark was a ridiculously outrageous act. It had to be joke. There was no way in the world he would actually do that nevertheless actually flaunt with pride that he was Denmark's favorite. She could not count how often Lukas grumbled about having a bit too much of Denmark's attention. Even if Norway was not too explicit with his expressions or words, she knew that he was making a joke even with his stern face and dry words.

Thus she couldn't stop the odd-ended snort, a mixture of the scoff and the laughter that she was trying to contain. She hesitated a bit, thinking that she had probably just prevented them from hitting the ground because she had considered dying of laughter... She shook her head and scoffed, "Oh that'll be the day." She considered for a moment what would happen if that did happen... She would have a camera, ready and waiting to record the moment. Denmark would have her a**, but she would forever have Denmark's glorious excitement of Norway going to him for help because he was the favorite and maybe Norway might return to Denmark. She would just use the video as leverage to escape the axeman's wrath.

Greenland glanced at Norway casually just to check that he was definitely ready to start walking when he spoke. She saw that he was far closer than he was before when she had tried to side-carry him into Denmark's house. Maybe she was just imagining things. Still, she swore his face was several inches closer, and it was a bit more difficult to walk... or maybe easier to walk since they were not so far apart... Either way, she was having a difficult time walking. She blamed the fact that she might have been tired, but it was likely due to her own nerves that suddenly made her legs feel more jelly than solid. And she had to confess, at such a close range... Lukas smelled really nice, and it wasn't just the dried blood either.

Her cheeks flared with a bit more color when he confirmed that she was special. She was really joking about the entire thing so she had not expected him to affirm it. She bit her bottom lip a bit, just pressing her teeth against it rather than breaking any skin. Her fangs were sharp enough now so she did not need any accidents happening. Still the fact that he had offset it with Denmark eased the sudden slight increase in frequency of heartbeats per second. Her breath hitched and relaxed at once. She needed more air to keep them moving forward. He was doing an absolutely grand job of causing her to be breathless when she was supposed to be helping the both of them to get to the bathroom both because of the laughter and now this.

She forcefully grumbled, "Lukas, stop that. We're never going to get to the bathroom if you keep doing that to me." She glanced to the side, lightly bumping their foreheads together since they were so close. It was an act of punishment as she scowled at him and tried to get him to stop making her so nervous. She wasn't going to be able to think at this rate nevertheless actually take steps forward. They might as well have fallen over right there and then if he was going to continue to make her want to laugh or blush. Regardless of how she was trying to be serious and mean, there was still a smile on her features the whole while, unable to stop it.

Greenland knew he had a good point. She felt the argument she had used against him earlier when he had tried to stubbornly make it off the armored van by himself used against her this time. She sighed. They both knew she was not going to do anything not that she had meant any harm by her words, the very same like she would never leave him lying injured on the side of the road... not him and not anyone she really cared about. She might make fun of them for how they got in such a state as they found safety, but she would never leave them there.

And just when she thought she was safe, Lukas turned the tables on her... Her face really became red, and she felt her legs become more jelly than solid, and she felt unbalanced. She swore, that was why she told him to hold off at least until they were in the bathroom... somewhere she wouldn't accidentally run them into a corner, which she nearly did. She had compensated by leaning back on her side and banging her shoulder lightly against the wall on her side since it was better her than Norway. She hissed a bit, and then she scowled at Norway. This was his fault. She was totally going to get him back for this, but she was going to wait to incite him or else she was going to be at fault.

Kiiki sighed and got them into the bathroom when the door was opened. She headed right for the toilet, making sure the seat cover was down before she leaned to the side and released Norway. It wasn't far from the shower, but she wanted to turn it on to get it heated up rather than putting him inside and getting him and his present clothing pelted with cold water. She breathed out after releasing him and waddled towards the shower, legs solidifying metaphorically speaking as she got to the shower. She gripped the curtain, declaring, "That's what you think. Seeing you squirm and blush is one of my favorite things to do..." She glanced back at him with a wink and a smile as she opened up the shower.

She reached in to turn the water all the way to hot so that it would warm up. She did not tell Norway to start getting undressed on purpose because she still did not really believe he meant it but that he was just trying to push her buttons as much as she was trying to push his. She hoped he meant it... those things about being special... She knew she was special to him, but it was not the sort of special she was hoping for. She put her hand in the water as she spoke loudly above the sounds, "I'll close my eyes and help you into the shower if you need help first. I can wait until your done." She was sure that she was there just to help him in case he needed help... perhaps in case he slipped but they were just teasing each other about it being anymore.

The water turned warm underneath her fingertips, and she pushed back the heat to something so that it wasn't going to scald Norway. She put her hand over her eyes as she turned around in the direction of where she remembered she had set Norway in case he was naked. She crossed over slowly with her other hand out for him to stop her once she was far enough and then as a stabilizer for him to walk. Her voice trembled a bit, cheeks tinged, thinking of the possibility of Norway being unclothed before her, "All right, whenever you're ready..."


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---------------------------determined && trying to be lighthearted // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------she( d r e a m s )oftheSUNRISE
--------------------------- bandages, handkerchief, blanket, notebook, extra supplies // i x t x e x m x s

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he( r e s i d e s )inhisSHELTER---------
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A whine escaped Feli's lips, a sound that wavered high and soft above the others when he found that he was unable to move as he pleased. He had been shifting to relieve some of the tension and constriction he found but found that he only created more. He knew and did not know that would happen at the same time. He was sure that he would feel better, and he did, but it certainly did not make the tension go away. And Germany's grasp upon him only tightened, and he was unable to move so freely. There was only a deep pressure against him that was both discomforting and elating at the same time. Sparks of pleasure seized him, flickered along the surface of his skin and traveled deep within him. The sparks delved and gathered within him, pushing down what felt like a spring inside of him.

There was a passionate haze over his eyes as he leaned his head to the side, guided by Germany's coarse hands. His lidded gaze trained upon his, seeing Germany's bright blue eyes but not really seeing anything more than that. Germany was talking to him about something, but Italy only ever understood half the things Germany told him. The other half just went right out the other ear or in this case right into one head and pushed out by the other. The only concrete thing he knew was that Germany was making a sound to try and shush him and that there was a large warm, palm against his already hot face.

Romano's and Prussia's presence did not completely register to him, but he just nodded anyways because it seemed like the right thing to do and perhaps something that Germany wanted him to do. The two were downstairs, but that was far away... all the way down stairs while he and Germany were all the way up stairs. Right now, that made all the differences. Then any hope of concrete thought flew out the window when Ludwig touched upon his curl and tugged... his index finger and thumb lightly coursing over the thin area. He hissed, hitching his breath and pressed his forehead into Ludwig's collar bone. His mouth opened to speak, and he found it filled with fabric... His hands had trailed down to stuff Germany's shirt within his lips and bite down to muffle the groan of sweet discomfort that twisted through him.

When Ludwig finally released it, he also relaxed his mouth to release the fabric that was stuffed in its tight, hot confines. He breathed out heavily, gasping and wheezing as if he had just run miles. He might have just done that with the way Germany had just touched him. His heart raced in his chest, and he felt so hot and so constrained... Everything was just good and bad at the same time. And then the fact that he was hot didn't even matter because he felt Germany's lips against his again. Feli could not stop the sounds of moaning of how happy he was... It was fortunately muffled against Ludwig's mouth. How else could he express to Ludwig that he was really happy with what Ludwig was doing?

He had never been so glad for Germany's thoughtful nature. He was so relieved to have the shirt removed from him... The cool air of the room was heavenly against his sweat graced skin. He even helped, trying to tug at the buttons to shove away the shirt. When the kiss was broken, he breathed in heavily, toss his shirt to the side. He pulled his under shirt off quickly and threw it to the way side. Without thinking at all, he began to remove all manners of constriction... France was right. Clothing was a terrible invention. He had only gotten the top button of his pants undone when Germany suggested to lock the door. His golden eyes widened, hearing the order and understanding it with a clarity that Italy hardly ever understood anything.

With great clumsiness, he crawled across the bed and practically tripping because his legs felt like jelly. He hadn't realized. Somehow, he managed to get to the door to lock it as Germany said. The click was confirmed. He turned around, still gasping for air as he was finally able to find some sort of balance now that he was several feet away from the sole being that was causing him to be even more disjointed than usual. He stood there, looking at Germany illuminated in the darkness... He looked terrible and wonderful at the same time... He weakly smiled as his hands moved to his hips to undo the rest of the clasps on his pants, revealing his rotini-decorated boxers.

Feli crossed the room back to Ludwig, not hesitating anymore. He headed forward, kicking off the pants to his ankles and sliding off the socks with the pants. The shoes were already lost long before this. He crawled back on the bed, knees pressed upon the mattress as he moved towards Germany. He raised his hands and grasped at Ludwig's shoulders as he slid his legs over to straddle his thighs as he leaned forward and murmured softly against Germany's lips, "The door's locked." With that, he leaned forward to slide his lips along Germany's strong jawline, following down the clear path indicated by his veins and the softness of his skin as he reached the blond man's collar bone as he gently began to suckle upon as if he were trying to draw blood but holding back and not piercing the skin... knowing better than to do so now.


---------he( y i e l d s )byhisFEELINGS
--------------------------- pleased && eager // e x m x o x t x i x o x n
---------he( i n s p i r e s )tobeINSPIRED
--------------------------- pasta & tomatoes, white flag making materials, phone // i x t x e x m x s

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♬What I might miss the most
xxxxxxxxxxxxxis being lost in music♬

So we struggling, fighting to eat
Location:His housexxx
And we wondering when we'll be freexxxxxx
Status:Human:Injured: Delirious xxxxxxxxx

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Austria wasn't really surprised when she hunched over, her eyes closing as she rested against his shoulder. A normal person would have been scared to have a tired, injured vampire so very close, but that vampire was Hungary, the one he loved the most, and he trusted her more then anyone, well except maybe Germany, but they were on equal footing there, and he didn't love Ludwig like he did Liza. He reached his hand up and curled his long fingers around the back of her head, lightly caressing her hair.

She wanted to know about the dresses, and why he'd kept them. At first, he didn't really know why he left them there. He was hurt, not because of Elizaveta really, but because they were forced apart. Yes it was an arranged marriage, and yes at first they hadn't know what to do about it, but with time they'd come to love each other. Maybe he thought she might come back for them... then she didn't and he heard of her being with other men, letting her freedom overcome her and she was wild and free again, like the horses she'd once chased...

It hurt, to look that them during that time, especially her wedding dress, every time he got into the closet, he'd see them... but they kept her scent around the place, it made him feel that she was still there... he'd had her around for so long, he didn't really know what to do with himself now that she was gone. Eventually they lost her scent, but he'd had them so long that he couldn't bear to part with them. While he was thinking, she asked her other question, this time it was sadder, more timid then the first one, and he took his other arm, guiding her to his side, and he wrapped his arms around her once she was tucked in.

"The dresses... it seemed too sad to throw them away. You might have left those times we had together, the wedding dress, those heavy things that you would wear when you attended a concert, or we had to be at court... they were symbols of some of the happiest times I've ever had. At first, I hoped that you would come for them... then I heard that you were sowing your wild oats with other nations, and I almost rid myself of them so I wouldn't hurt so... I moved them to Lili's old room, but then the scent of your perfume was gone, so I put them back. Eventually, even that was gone, but they'd been there so long, I didn't have the heart to move them. Part of me always hoped you'd come back." He closed his eyes and swallowed past the lump in this throat. He felt open and vulnerable in so many ways right then, but he was too tired and emotional to reign anything in.

"And about calling you my wife... you will always be, there is no changing that in my heart. I've been alone for many days, and afraid of every shadow... I wasn't thinking when I spoke, but I don't take it back. You are the only woman that I will ever love, and until the day I die, you will be my wife in my heart. Physical, or emotional intimacy, my body and heart are for you alone." He turned his head and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Now," he pulled the covers up, not releasing her, "sleep at my side." If he was in better shape, he probably would have put more physical passion into his words, to convince her, but he was exhausted and could barely stay awake as it was. When he was feeling better, and he could give a satisfactory performance, then he'd repay her for that erotic tongue bath she'd given him earlier.

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So we patiently wait for that fateful day
xxxInventory:An old broadsword, medical supplies, water
xxxxxxIt's not far away, but for now we say
xxxxxxxxxParty:Hungary, Romania

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♬Austria remains a human♬