Rusted from the Rain • • • APH roleplay

What are you looking forward to the most in the roleplay?

World War III.	41.2%	[ 7 ]
Not World War III.	0.0%	[ 0 ]
More events.	17.6%	[ 3 ]
Just the roleplay finally moving into something more exciting.	35.3%	[ 6 ]
Something else. Elighten Bolshevik!	5.9%	[ 1 ]
Total Votes:			[ 17 ]

[akugirl]

I am Alfred F. Jones.
And I will rock your world!

Alfred eyed him warily as he suddenly pulled away the flip-phone to look at it. So her surprise and a little worry, he chucked it at the passenger door with considerable force. She flinched when it bounced off the door and clutched her seatbelt with mounting fear. She knew she and Italy were among the most terrifying drivers around, but this suddenly reckless German made her face pale in absolute terror. SHe closed her eyes and pretended she was on a rollercoaster ride, but the sound of squealing tires made it difficult and she gave that up to just clutch at her seatbelt tightly enough that her knuckles turned white.

She breathed a shakey sigh of relief when he pulled into his driveway slowly and gently. She was still trembling when he parked the car and unbuckled her from the seat. She carefully avoided looking at him after he pulled her out and simply held her hospital robe closed (and the boxers which had miraculously stayed on were also held onto). He hadn't bothered to let her put on any of her clothes, and his wreckless driving had made any manovres to get at the clothes in the front passenger seat positively suicidal. And she wasn't about to pull a Francis and walk around in the nude. Especially when she was a girl.

She remained mute as she followed him up the walkway. She blinked at the surprising sight of Vash standing on Ludwigs doorstop but nodded to him in greeting. SHe bit her lip nervously when he stopped at the foyer, and she heard him make a sound as if he were about to speak. A different sound made him cut off whatever he was about to say and rush off. She recognized the source. There was only one thing that could make him do that.

"Feliciano..." She snarled quietly to herself. She ignored the trigger-happy Switzerland and lifted up her hand to strike a determined pose, accidentally letting her gown fall slightly open, "You have his heart... But I will find a way to make it mine."

She nodded to herself after making that proclaimation and resumed holding her gown closed. She sighed and went over to where her clothes lay. She pulled her pants on and tighened the belt to the last loop. They like were still way too big and hung uncomfortably low on her hips, but at least they weren't falling off like her boxers had been. She looked up and noticed him yet again with a start of surprise. She blushed and turned away, presenting her back to him to hide the redness of her cheeks.

She swayed as exhaustion washed over her and sat down heavily on the steps with a small groan. She still felt lightheaded and her stomach growled quietly in agreement with what the rest of her body was saying. She leaned forwards and wrapped an arm around her waist; pressing against her temples with the other hand, which was propped in her knee. She still needed to call Elizaveta back, but Ludwig wasn't someone who wanted to see her right now. And she was afraid to approach Arthur right now... especially looking like this.

"Oh gott..." she groaned. Her eyes felt so heavy and her head bobbed slightly with her need for sleep. The hand holding her temples moved to prop up her head and she quickly fell into a (much needed) light, dreamless sleep on the stairs.





American woman, said get away

American woman, listen what I say

Don't come a-hangin' around my door

Don't wanna see your face no more

I don't need your war machines

I don't need your ghetto scenes

Coloured lights can hypnotize

Sparkle someone else's eyes

[Sexually Active Rainbows]

ɢ i ʅ b e я ʈ xω e i ʅ ʅ s c ɧ ɱ i d ʈ

● ● ► the mighty empire of P Я U ∫ ∫ i λ !!

ʅ i s ʈ e η x u p , x p e o η s !!

♛

Well, so much for not finding West. If there was ever a moment Prussia just wished he could disappear, it would be now. This wasn't even half as bad as that one time West walked in on him while he was trying to seduce Austria with his awesomeness -- that hadn't gone over well. Prussia was pretty sure he'd been in a coma for a week after that due to massive hemorraging, a la frying pan that is. But this? This was a million times worse. Italy was Germany's property, and despite what the other nations thought, Prussia didn't always steal his brother's stuff. "A-ah, bruder...! Welche Überraschung, sie hier zu sehen--!" He sounded even more suspicious now. Prussia balanced the phone between his shoulder and ear while debating between handing Feliciano over or saving what was left of his dignity. Plus, handing the suddenly-female country over would be rather awkward. And he'd probably get blamed for it.

"D-das... das ist nicht, wie was es aussieht!!" Prussia immediately drew back from Feliciano and held his hands up in a gesture of peace. Germany was already pissed at him for interrupting his "alone time" with America, and now this? Hell, Prussia would be surprised if Germany didn't kick him out. And then he'd have to go mooch off Austria again, which wouldn't be that bad, at least until Hungary showed up. Though the German hadn't consciously noticed it, he had immediately switched back into his native dialect. Of course the brothers typically used their own language when communicating, but it was rather rude of him not to include Feliciano in their conversation. "Er wurde auf dem glas geschnitten, und ich war gerade... das helfen ihm."

Though Prussia was a nation born to fight, he wasn't about to pick one with his little brother. While Austria had raised the Holy Roman Empire, Prussia had been forced to look on, jealous of course. So when Germany showed up, Prussia was all too eager to bond with his little brother. Though he wouldn't dare admit it, even to himself -- Prussia would absolutely hate to lose his brother's companionship. "Well, Italy, looks like Germany's here after all. Guess he can help you now." It took him a moment to remember to switch back to English before he turned Italy around to face his brother. "Das ist nicht meine schuld," Prussia warned his brother, finally revealling the effeminate country to his brother's wary gaze.

(( A-ah, bruder...! Welche Überraschung, sie hier zu sehen--!, A-ah, brother...! What a surprise to see you here--!
D-das... das ist nicht, wie was es aussieht!!, Th-this... this isn't what it looks like!!
Er wurde auf dem glas geschnitten, und ich war gerade..., He cut himself on the glass and I was just... helping him.
Das ist nicht meine schuld, This isn't my fault. ))

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xxxi used to rule the world
xxxxxxxxxxseas would rise when I gave the word
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxnow in the morning i sleep a l o n e
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxsweep the streets i used to own . . .

xxxxxxxxxxi used to r o l l the dice
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxfeel the fear in my enemy's eyes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlisten as the crowd would sing
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx" now the old king is dead! long live the king! "

it was the wicked and w i l d windxxxxx
blew down the doors to let me inxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
s h a t t e r e d windows and the sound of drumsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
people couldn't believe what i`d become --xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

r e v o l u t i o n a r i e s waitxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
for my h e a d on a silver platexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
just a puppet on a l o n e l y stringxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
oh who would ever want to be k i n g . . . ?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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[Bolshevik Syndrome]

W E - S T A N D - O N - G U A R D - F O R - T H E EMADE BY CHESTELLENO STEALING
O - C a n a d a . . . XMADE BY CHESTELLENO STEALING
i w a s l o s t
a n d i ' m s t i l l l o s t

INDENTFeeling his body lifted from the ground, the female-turned country sniffled, and despite the continual examination and the hand of his escort, "Matilda" pressed the backs of his hands to his eyes in attempt to halt the ever-flowing tears of confusion. He didn't understand why all of this was happening, let alone why he was so upset. Confusion never made his heart swell with sadness... Not until now at least. He didn't want to cry in front of his host and escort, however he could hardly help himself let alone stop.

INDENTWhen Austria lifted his hand from Canada's lower back, Matthew's feet stopped moving. Even though it only the overall construction of his body from a male into a feminine one, it was like having a whole new pair of legs. "Matilda" didn't exactly know how to operate this delicate new frame of his, so he stopped when the musician reached his destination. The blond's hands dropped from his face to his waistline where he clasped them together nervously and waited patiently. He only looked up again when Roderich addressed him, well, her, and blinked several times before looking to the clothing he handed Canada. "Matilda" examined them carefully, but before she could make a comment of any sort, she was shoved into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom. Why couldn't she change in there? Not that she wanted to, that was, for she was ashamed of her body even when she was still a man, and even now, but the taller of the two basically just groped her. It wasn't like he didn't know what a woman looked like, and well--

INDENTCanada stared down at the feminine clothing within his arms. Why did he need to wear this? Couldn't he just wear his own clothing? It was a comfortable sweater with a pair of jeans. If worst-came-to-worst, he could have always just used a belt, right? The sweater he wore seemed to be too big on him already though, so with an even smaller frame, there was no doubt that it would have been sliding off of him... But at least it would be comfortable. This, however. This did not look comfortable.

INDENTMoving deeper into the bathroom, "Matilda" approached the toilet and stared down at it before flipping the lid down. How the hell was he supposed to go to the bathroom, he pondered as he set the clothing down. He couldn't very well stand anymore, could he? Several possibilities ran through his mind as he picked out the smaller articles, removed all of his (or Austria's, rather) clothing and began slipping the feminine things on. Some of them were, well, self explanatory such as the lengthy stockings in which he found himself sitting on the edge of the bathtub to pull over his legs. It wasn't very hard, he thought at first. It would be like pulling a tight pair of pants on, but it was much more awkward than that. Matthew toppled over into the tub and whimpered due to the collision of his head to the ceramic tub, but he clamored out and finished pulling the stockings up over his down flat pelvis. It was so uncomfortable, just as he thought. The material made his legs itch uncontrollably which forced an exasperated sigh to escape from his mouth. How would he be able to deal with wearing these!?

INDENTMoving back over towards the toilet, "Matilda" reached for a strange... Article of clothing. Picking it up by the straps, he hoisted it into the air and stared at it curiously. It literally looked like two fabric bowls were strung together with thick pieces of thread. He blinked curiously and placed it upon his head at first. Some sort of hat, maybe? It did have a clasp, so maybe it was secured on that way. He moved towards the mirror to see how he looked so far, in those irritating, thin, pant-like bottoms and his new fashionable hat, however he paused and frowned in confusion. It didn't look very nice at all. Who would wear such a thing upon their head? Pulling it from his tangled locks, he stared at it curiously then looked into the mirror. His eyes immediately fell upon his own chest, which forced a light colour to grace his cheeks. It attempt to hide himself from his own eyes, he pulled the strange article over his chest, and found that it fit quite nicely. Attempting to figure it out, he placed the 'bowls' against his breasts and slipped his arms beneath the straps. But how was he supposed to secure it? The clasp was in the back now, so he couldn't really do it up. She struggled as she attempted to do it up anyway, but only found a small, frustrated sigh escaping her lips.

INDENT"M-M..Mr. Edelstein..." Canada spoke, finding his voice now higher due to his transformation. It was gentle, very soft and of pure innocence, and the natural stuttering that escaped his lips made him sound weak and helpless.

INDENT"C-Could... Could you help me... Please?" He uttered softly towards the door. Matthew turned his--er, her body towards the door expectantly in hope of assistance. If Roderich had such clothing in his closet, then he must have known how to put it on, he thought, or rather, knew how to help another. He was married to Hungary for some time, she must have had trouble with these things too. If such a small piece of material was so hard to put on, how would he be able to manage to put the rest on?


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k e e p XXXX a l l XX y o u r X l i g h t X i n X t h e XXXX d a r k
i f XXXXX y o u ' r e XXX s e a r c h i n g XXX f o r XXXX t r u t h
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[her-my-oh-ninny]

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Θ forse avventurato è chi s'inganna?@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@né mai la sua sentenza lo condanna?

Né a se stesso scoprirsi ha in suo potere,

As Italy was helped to her feet by Prussia, she made sure to try and keep away from the glass. She didn't want to hurt herself anymore than she had, but with her personality it wouldn't be uncommon for her to forget about the glass entirely and step onto it once again. But with the help of Prussia she was moved away from the glass. That was a good idea. The other male seemed more aware of the dangers of Feliciano being near the glass then she, herself, did.

The sniffling and sobs however did not subside as Prussia grabbed a tablecloth to use it as a bandage for the cuts that were on her hands. She flexed her hands to hold onto the cloth, only to unflex them when pain was registered from the movement. Was there glass in the cuts? Or was it because she might have exposed different cuts to the beer? Which ever it was, it sent a signal of pain to her brain, and that was all she needed to stop moving her hands.

Italy was too focused on the cuts that were now on her body to try and listen to the conversation that was taking place on the phone. Italy looked down at herself once again, only for tears to build up and fall. Right now she was upset from the pain and the sudden change in gender, and it was too much for the little Italian to react to at one time.

Her weight remained on her left foot so that she wouldn't have to step so much on her right foot since that was the first part of her body that touched the glass, and most likely the worst cut. After all, when you step on something -and you're as dense as Italy- then you don't react as fast when feel something under your foot. Of course, it didn't take her that long to register the pain but it wasn't quick enough to avoid any cuts from shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

It wasn't until Prussia began speaking in German that her attention was pulled away from herself and up to the taller male. Bruder? That was Brother, right? Italy quickly inhaled some air, trying to breath correctly but failing from because of the amount that she had worked her body up into a crying fit. Germany was here? He was back?

Only when Prussia moved out of the way was Feliciano able to see Germany. She tried to calm herself down but failed. Tears only continued to roll off of her face as she stood there. "Germanyyy" she whined, stopping to make another attempt at in taking some air.

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Or is the self-deceived the £Ʋɕкϓ one?
He who cannot ever know нimselӻ
or the ϨҽԒҭҾԓςҿ of his Ͽondemnation?
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[Bolshevik Syndrome]

G e r m a n y
d u XX h a s t XX m i c h
y o u XXXX h a v e XXXX m e

INDENTThe German's eyes first found his brother, back to the smaller man behind him then to the glass on the ground. Where was this crying resounding from? He knew who it was, but where exactly was he? As Prussia began to stutter and immediately claim that whatever went on here wasn't his fault, the sight of little, defenceless Italy came into clear view. His small body cut in several places, a cloth wrapped around his hands and smudges of red stains on the floor of the kitchen. Shards of dark tinted glass were splayed across the once white, ceramic floor, but now it was washed over by a deep brown with streaks of red. Beer and blood.

INDENTThe hard eyes of the Aryan man softened for a mere moment at the pathetic sight that was Italy, but once he fully took in the condition he was in, those same, ice-coloured eyes became cold and angry. Shifting between the crying, injured man and his brother, Germany stepped forward as the glass shattered even further beneath the heel of his military boots. The soundless anger that his eyes quite obviously expressed was deadly and it remained bottled up until he reached his brother. Ludwig felt his chest begin to tighten, the quiet whine of the dishevelled nation forcing it to do so, though his blood began to burn with rage. It was not the mess of alcohol and glass that was forcing such anger to surface and flourish, but rather the sight of the nation that he left so soundlessly sleeping to formally apologize to America. Mind you that apology became something... A little more than an apology, but he did not desire to return to something like this.

INDENTBefore he even began to express such anger, Germany brushed by his brother, as as he did his shoulder collided with Gilbert's to push him out of the way effortlessly. His large, calloused hands took enveloped Italy's that were wrapped in a massive table cloth, and began to remove it. What kind of feeble attempt to right a mistake was this!? Removing the stained material with haste to find Feliciano's hands still bleeding and glass lodged within his palms, he swiftly picked him up and placed him on the counter so that beer would no longer enter into his wounds. Reaching for the towel hanging over the bar on the stove, Germany kneeled before the man and began drying his feet. He needed to release his rage, or else caring for the delicate nation would have been rough, and Germany didn't want to see Italy cry any more than he already was.

INDENTUpon confirming that Italy's feet were near dry, Germany stood up slowly and spun around as Prussia continued a flow of defensive phrases to remove the blame from himself. Of course it wasn't his fault. It was Italy's fault, of course. Because Italy drank beer, and Prussia just happened to be in the kitchen at the same time. All evidence to the situation here pointed at the elder Germanic brother, and the fire that flashed in Ludwig's eyes showed no sign of agreement or empathy for his elder brother.

INDENT"Dies ist nicht Ihr Fehler? Das ist Scheiße, wagen nicht Sie zu versuchen macht und wagen mich anzulügen!" The Ludwig hissed in a flurry of German words. His hands immediately lunged forward and took Gilbert by the collar and lifted him against the front of the fridge. His hands latched tightly around his shirt, it was easy to see, for his knuckles were turning white. He leaned in and kept his body against his brother's to confirm to show that he would not be going anywhere at any given time, not until Ludwig said that he could. His face was within close proximity of his brother's, and the small gap between the two only seemed to decrease as he poured every sense of infuration from his body and slapped it onto Prussia's very being.

INDENT"Sie werden mir erzählen, was hier geschehen ist, und dann Sie werden es aufräumen." He immediately demanded, his volume lowering, though the mass amount of anger he was holding back was obviously bottled and on the verge of being released. He had a certain amount of self control even though some of the excessive anger was being released in bouts. His muscles tightened as he shifted to keep Gilbert raised up off the ground, though within moments, he dropped his brother from his lifted position and took a step back before placing one of his hands upon his older brother's shoulder and the other curled around his ear in order to direct his crimson eyes up into Germany's blue ones before his mouth that was secured into a hard, solid line, parted to speak to the albino on his knees.

INDENT"Und wenn Sie gemacht sind, will ich Sie, mich zu überzeugen, warum ich mit Ihnen und Geschäft mit Ihrem traurigen Arsch wieder sprechen sollte. " His voice remained even with the enflamed amount of rage that burned within his chest and torched his cheeks. The grip upon his brother's ear tightened and pulled his head back in order to force him to look at Ludwig's face. Germany refused to inflict a great amount of physical pain upon Prussia, but such events were uncalled for, not to mention he proceeded to lie to him about the entire thing. If it wasn't his fault, who was it? If it wasn't what he said it looked like, then what was it exactly? Germany was not impressed by any means, and the constriction emotions he previously faced when dealing with America was not helping him at all.

T r a n s l a t i o n :
Dies ist nicht Ihr Fehler? Das ist Scheiße, wagen nicht Sie zu versuchen macht und wagen mich anzulügen!
This isn't your fault? That's bullshit, don't you dare try and lie to me!

Sie werden mir erzählen, was hier geschehen ist, und dann Sie werden es aufräumen.
You are going to tell me what happened here, and then you are going to clean it up.

Und wenn Sie gemacht sind, will ich Sie, mich zu überzeugen, warum ich mit Ihnen und Geschäft mit Ihrem traurigen Arsch wieder sprechen sollte.
And when you are done, I want you to convince me why I should speak with you and continue to deal with your sorry a**.

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[Hallow Genki]

♪ ♫

˖ ˖ ˖ ˖ ˖ Ɍ +o +d +є +г +і +ҁ +ɧ ++Ԑ +d +ҩ +ɭ +ϧ +ϯ +ϵ +ί +η

the strongest ƿ ơ į ȿ ǫ ƞever known

came from Caesar’s laurel ƈ ɾ ɸ ŵ ɲ

Roderich stood still and silent, listening to his brother on the other end of the line. "I am a little jealous. I wanted to see the spectacle of a marital couple known as Germany and America." He silenced though, at the next part, and stood thoughtfully, brooding momentarily over the situation. So, it would seem that Italy too had become female. Perhaps this was the voice of God raining down upon them, saying that if you don't act like a man, then you will soon lose your manhood. He made a point to be more direct and assertive with his brothers from now on (as if that were really a problem of his, being so bossy already). "Ja. The same thing has happened with Canada, who is here with me," he began, watching the bathroom door, listening for any sounds that might indicate that the other was changing, or having trouble changing. He opened his mouth to comment further on the whole gender-bending fiasco, but was cut off by the voice of his former spouse, and the sight of her running toward him. "Ah. Lizzy. I tried to answer your calls, but I was a little late... it's fine. I'll speak with you once I'm off the phone." He nodded to her and watched her walk away to make a call of her own.

Suddenly, a feeling of dread fell into his stomach. How would she feel, exactly, abut him letting Canada wear her old clothing? Maybe she would be mad. They were no longer married, but he still didn't like it when she was upset with him, or when she scolded him. In fact, ever since their divorce, the number of times that Lizzy had caught Roderich in the company of some other woman was... never. What was she going to think? Then again... his eyes fell onto the rings he was still wearing. He had both of them on his left ring finger, since his right one was still a little swollen, but it was obvious what they were. He never wore anything on his ring fingers.

It wasn't as if she could think him to be philandering, right? He was married. The sounds Italy was making on the phone brought his attention back to the call. He could feel a blush creep onto his face, and he cleared his throat to try to keep his mind on the straight-and-narrow. Surely, things were not as inappropriate as the Italian was making them sound.

"First aid? Just what did you do to hi--her. Ludwig will not be pleased if you have ruined him." Ruined him? What was he, a virgin sacrifice? "Don't go to the hospital. What a hassle that would be. Can you imagine the red tape you would encounter when trying to check in a patient whose gender does not match that of their identification? I doubt you could even get a doctor to see him. Her," a heavy sigh fought its way from his lungs, his eyes now tracing the grains of wood in the door. "What did he do, exactly...? Hello?" But Prussia now seemed distracted on the other side of the phone. He could hear his other brother there, and sighed, rolling his eyes. This conversation wasn't going to get anywhere, now. Soon, Ludwig would be demanding explanations and yelling and he hated being left on his end of the phone while a conversation took place on the other side. It was rude, and incredibly annoying. Ending the call with a shrug, he turned to talk to Hungary, but heard a soft, sweet voice from the bathroom, calling out to him for help, instead.

Frowning a little, he stepped forward and opened the door without thinking. Surely she was dressed by now? "What is it?" he asked, but trailed off, seeing her standing in nothing but tights and an unfastened brasierre. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward, and did his best to remain business-like. "Of course. I should have known that you v-would not know how to do sis, er, this." The awkward staving off of his natural dialect betrayed his nervousness at this situation, but he doubted the Canadian would pick up on it.

It was odd, though. He was less flustered about the presence of a naked woman before him as he was about the fact that there was another woman in the house who may very well take the sight of such a situation in the worst possible way. Hastily, his talented fingers scooped up the clasps to the bra, and hooked them together on the smallest setting. This seemed a little tight, so he switched it to the middle one. "Sere. Vas sere anysing else...?" he mumbled, clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses after catching a brief glimpse of himself in the mirror and realizing that they were a little bit askew. He was a little hesitant to ask, since he had a feeling that Matilda here would require quite a bit more help in getting her garments onto her body. But Roderich knew how this looked... married or not, it would be quite perverted for him to be in the bathroom with her here, 'helping her get dressed,' like this. But it was truly the case. He supposed a rumor that his new marriage was going well wouldn't be so bad, but the one he wanted to spread it would not be Hungary. She was unaware, as far as he knew, of the insane betrothals and now sex-changes that had been occurring over the past few days, and could, potentially, be hurt by seeing him do something like this. Particularly when she herself was here in the house, as well. To think that he could be putting the moves on some half-naked girl while she was in the next room... that would be very sleazy of him. And while Roderich was sometimes many unpleasant things, sleazy was never one of them.

+++++++++++++++++++ ȵ ą ʋ ɠ ɧ ʇ can deform the human race

like to the armour’s iron ɞ ɽ а ƈ ɛ+++++++++++++++++++

when gold and gems α ɖ ʘ ɍ ɳ the plough

˖ ˖ ˖ ˖ ˖ to peaceful arts shall Ɛ ƕ ѵ ƴ bow ˖ ˖ ˖ ˖ ˖

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[Kiroshiro Mibu]

Switzerland

Vash Zwingli

- I Refuse to be affected by territorial disputes between mythical creatures.

Switzerland blinked for a moment... Did America have boobs? No no no no it must have been his imagination. Surely things wouldn't get that crazy.... Oh great now he jinxed himself. Being invited in by Germany (Vash took the mans presence and lack of protest as an invite) Switzerland took a deep breath walked into the house only to have a sudden nose bleed. America actually had boobs in fact he had a whole womans body and had just fully flashed Vash. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh! Dear gods keep your clothes on man, woman, whatever you are! Yelled Switzerland as he slapped one hand over his eyes and whipped his nose (which was now dry) with the other.

He had come to find out why things were so quite... He should have never left his safe hermit hole called home. Waving his gun wildly due to habit (whenever Vash gets over emotional he tended to wave his gun around threatening to shoot) Switzerland tried to calm himself down. Hearing America Vash snapped out of his stupor (little did he know he's soon fall into another) and attempted to asses the situation. Seeing America fall over Switzerland nearly flipped out again but battle field training took control. Okay first things first find out if she's dead. So Vash checked Alfred wait he couldn't call him that anymore... He's just use his er her? Last name. So Switzerland checked Jones' pulse and found that she was very much still alive, fatigued but alive none the less.

I will not freak out, I will not freak out, I will not... This was Vash's calming safety mantra which utterly failed when he found a female Italy. "SWEET MOTHER OF.... Okay stay calm.... Aaaaah! What is WRONG with you people!" Switzerland was not doing so well and was completely oblivious to the fact that Germany looked like he was going to beat the pulp out of Prussia. Holding his hands on his head as he hyperventilated Vash closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down muttering to himself. "I am Switzerland I do not get involved with fantastical nonsense like this, I am Switzerland I do not get involved with fantastical nonsense like this, I am Switzerland I do not get involved with fantastical nonsense like this... Vash had unknowingly backed himself into a corner which suited his breaking mental state perfectly.

I'm Out.
I'm A Neutral Country.
I Am Switzerland.

[akugirl]

I am Alfred F. Jones.
And I will rock your world!

As much as she needed that nap, fate conspired against her. An annoying yelling kept occuring. SHe blinked upen her eyes groggily and sat up with a stretch and a yawn. SHe looked around and, seeing no one, she simply shrugged and pulled on her (once only slightly) oversized jacket. She zipped it up and pushed back the cuffs. She scowled as she felt around for a spare bag of jerky to snack on while she hunted down a phone or something.

Finding none, she decided to go to the kitchen. Ludwig was probably done with whatever it was he was doing in there anyways. She sang to herself as she bobbed her head in time to the beat of the music hidden in her head.
"You... change your mind... like a girl... changes clothes, yeah you... PMS like a b****... I would know..." She smirked, thinking of Ludwig as she did so. She didn't get some of the lyrics, but it was certainly fitting in her mind. "cause you're hot then your cold, you're yes then you're no, you're in~ and you~'re out, you're u~p and you're do~own, you're wro~ng when it's right,..."He kept sending her all sorts of crazy signals and it was frustrating. Did he want to kiss her or not? What else is there? "It's bla~ck an It's whi~te..." Seriously It was an easy thing to do. She had decided that H*** or high waters, she would be at his side until he sent her away for good.

"what else is there... "She repeated aloud as she sighed, then pouted. SHe continued; talking to herself to vent her frustration, as her fingers flexed in front of her like she was choking some invisible being in front of her, "I know about kissing and making out and that's like it! Geeze Arty! You coulda told me what comes next when you like someone you know. But Noooo... You had to be all 'You'll know when the time comes.' bah! When I get ahold of that guy I'll give him the biggest kick in the fork he's gonna be seein more than F****ing unicorns an pictsies."

SHe was so caught up in her tired frustration she missed the danger signs and stepped in a still-damp smudge of blood. Luckily, the puddle didn't have glass in it despite the fact the bottle had shattered all over the place. Unluckily, she hit the ground like a ton of bricks. SHe yelped in surprise and a little pain as she hit the ground.




American woman, said get away

American woman, listen what I say

Don't come a-hangin' around my door

Don't wanna see your face no more

I don't need your war machines

I don't need your ghetto scenes

Coloured lights can hypnotize

Sparkle someone else's eyes

[shinigami_yuko]

---Áяτħůr Ӄɪrkζąηɖ---
☽England☾

England looked at the ceiling in confusion. 'What in the world is hitzu-...hitzy...whatever it was he said?' he thought as he sat up once again on the bed. Some sort of Japanese fortune thingy no doubt. He stood and walked back over to Japan, taking the phone that resided in his pocket until now and giving t back to him. "sorry." he mumbled, looking down to avoid a probable glare from her. He did admit that it was kinda rude of him to have taken the phone away from her but he really didn't want to hear Germany yell about how he might have interrupted him or something. The thought made him shudder. He wished he could get back at Germany in some way. That would probably involve something he was not willing to do as of this moment though. England sighed, shaking his head slightly to rid himself of these thoughts.

It was then that Arthur started to hear strings of german words being yelled very loudly. He grimaced as he slowly got over the shock of the sudden noise. "Well, we better go see what happened..." he grumbled, grabbing Japan's hand and taking her along with him out the door. He headed down the hall and came to the kitchen where he found Germany, Prussia, and a female Italy. "Eh, you too Italy." he sighed, looking over her new body slightly. Why was she only wearing a shirt though? It was a mystery to England, along with most of the things that involved the italian. He stood there, still abesnt mindedly holding Kiku's hand, and glared at Germany with a look that could kill. It didn't matter that Germany himself looked like he was about to kill someone, he had seen what he had seen and now he was furious with the German for doing what he did to Alfred. Where was he anyway?

Arthur looked around a bit before looking back to the tall blonde before him. "Where the hell is he?!" he snapped, holding back his desire to pound the s**t out of him. He looked over to someone that he had looked over when he first came in. A woman that he didn't recognize. Maybe he really was gay. Why else wouldn't he notice her first.
As Arthur looked at the woman he suddenly realized whom this girl was. "A-A-Alfred?!" he screached, mouth agape. Sure he hadn't really been that suprised when he saw Italy as a girl but this was his 'son', now 'daughter'. Arthur could do nothing more than stare as his mind tried to comprehend it all. When his mind finally did wrap around the concept, he put his hand to his mouth as his other unconsiously squeezed Japan's slightly, not enough to hurt mind you. "First you're gay now you're a woman?" he blurted out as he stared at her, sizing up her body. He thought americans were supposed to have really big breast, news to him.

ĢođxxxxxShinigamixxxღxxxxYukoxxxxx §ąvεxxxxxUsexxxxxღxxxxOnlyxxx ŦђɘxxxxxxActuallyxxღxxxxxIDCxxxxxQμɘɘη

xxxxShinigamixxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxYukoxxxxxxxxx

[Sexually Active Rainbows]

ɢ i ʅ b e я ʈ xω e i ʅ ʅ s c ɧ ɱ i d ʈ

● ● ► the mighty empire of P Я U ∫ ∫ i λ !!

ʅ i s ʈ e η x u p , x p e o η s !!

♛

The nations weren't exactly a perfect match to the country they represented. This much was confirmed when Germany shouldered Prussia effortlessly out of the way. The elder German brother was smaller, though the nation of Prussia had encompassed more land than Germany ever had. He nearly tripped as Germany shoved him aside -- unintentionally or not it still hurt. Not physically -- Prussia wasn't as weak as he looked -- but emotions were far more difficult for the Teuton to deal with. He watched as Germany took care of Italy with practiced ease, as if this happened daily. It probably did, knowing how much of a klutz the Italian was. Prussia didn't catch a break though, for Germany turned on him, and the elder brother was shoved against the refrigerator, feet off the ground.

"Ich lüge nicht!" The male protested, squirming in an attempt for sweet freedom. "Es war ein unfall, wie dass meine schuld ist?" Wasn't Germany surprised? Italy was suddenly a woman and he wasn't shocked? This wasn't natural, even for the countries who weren't exactly normal themselves. "Ich hatte nicht vor, ihn zu verletzen," Prussia finally muttered, directing his gaze away from his brother's infuriated look. Had it been anyone else interrogating him (with the exception of Russia, of course), Prussia would have willingly fought back. Germany was different though -- Germany was his little brother. Hell, Prussia practically raised the guy! He taught him how to fight, he stuck by him through the Great Wars, and even afterwards, without a country, he still couldn't leave! It stung, like the alcohol in Italy's open wounds, to know that his brother thought so lowly of him.

Prussia was dropped from his precarious position onto the glass-infested floor. He silently thanked whoever designed their uniforms, for at least he wouldn't be getting any open wounds. Germany wasn't done though, and Prussia was forced to look up at his little brother, already wincing. His dark eyes widened as Germany spoke, and Prussia stuttered, "I-Ich bin Ihr bruder! Bedeutet das nichts zu ihnen?" How could Germany kick him out over such a little incident? What little anger there might have been from his brother's harsh statement was overwhelmed by fear. Prussia wasn't very good at hiding his emotions, and even if he was, his brothers could read him like an open book. "Oww, West, that hurts!" He whined, shirking away from Germany's grip on his ear.

He wasn't going to wait any longer though, and Prussia quickly launched into his explanation; "Ich kam nachhause und fand Feliciano hier. Ich glaube, dass ich ihn vorher nicht bemerkte. Er folgte mir in hier und... Ich weiß nicht - er ist ein mädchen! Ich ließ wirklich das bier fallen, aber würde nicht Sie? Das ist nicht jeden tag ein mann verwandelt sich in eine frau!"

With his synopsis of the events complete, Prussia finally shrugged Germany's hands off him. Prussia went immediately for his fallen phone and uttered into the receiver, "Ich werde Sie, Roderich wegrufen," He slammed the phone back on the receiver angrily. It wasn't anger at his brother, per se, but frustration with the events. How the hell was he supposed to anticipate something like this, and much less react in a way that was deemed "acceptable" by his tight-a** younger brother!? "Well now that you're here, you can deal with him." He snapped. Without even thinking about it, Prussia went for the ring on his finger again. Despite his futile efforts before, the golden band slid off effortlessly, and Prussia made quite the show of throwing it at the closest window. A hairline crack was the only evidence of the Teuton's rage as he departed for his room, slamming the door behind him. As an unfortunate side-effect due to his complicated emotions, Prussia often acted out when frustrated. It was due to these misunderstandings that so many wars had been started in his name.

(( Ich lüge nicht!, I'm not lying!
Es war ein unfall, wie dass meine schuld ist?, It was an accident, how is that my fault?
Ich hatte nicht vor, ihn zu verletzen, I didn't mean to hurt him.
I-Ich bin Ihr bruder! Bedeutet das nichts zu ihnen?, I-I'm your brother! Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Ich kam nachhause und fand Feliciano hier. Ich glaube, dass ich ihn vorher nicht bemerkte. Er folgte mir in hier und... Ich weiß nicht - er ist ein mädchen! Ich ließ wirklich das bier fallen, aber würde nicht Sie? Das ist nicht jeden tag ein mann verwandelt sich in eine frau!, I came home and found Feliciano here. I guess I didn't notice him before. He followed me in here and... I don't know -- he's a girl! I did drop the beer, but wouldn't you? It's not every day a man turns into a woman!
Ich werde Sie, Roderich wegrufen, I'll call you back, Roderich. ))

♛

xxxi used to rule the world
xxxxxxxxxxseas would rise when I gave the word
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxnow in the morning i sleep a l o n e
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxsweep the streets i used to own . . .

xxxxxxxxxxi used to r o l l the dice
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxfeel the fear in my enemy's eyes
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxlisten as the crowd would sing
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx" now the old king is dead! long live the king! "

it was the wicked and w i l d windxxxxx
blew down the doors to let me inxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
s h a t t e r e d windows and the sound of drumsxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
people couldn't believe what i`d become --xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

r e v o l u t i o n a r i e s waitxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
for my h e a d on a silver platexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
just a puppet on a l o n e l y stringxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
oh who would ever want to be k i n g . . . ?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

✠ ✠ ✠

[her-my-oh-ninny]

は じ め ま し て。

⌠I t' s 本 a 本 p l e a s u r e 本 t o 本 m e e t 本 y o u.⌡

ホ ン ダ　キ ク　で す。

⌠I 本 a m 本 Ӈ ơ ȵ ᶑ ą 本 Ƙ ƪ ƙ ʊ.⌡

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Japan looked at England, noticing his confusion over the word she had stated. Ah, maybe she should have explained the word. She didn't meant to cause any confusion using her own language. There were just certain words or phrases that she would keep in Japanese because it either might lose its full context or she was just so used to saying it that way, that it just slipped off her tongue in Japanese. The word 'hai' was an example of this. Saying yes sounded a lot better in her mind when she said it in Japanese. Maybe it sounded more formal? She wasn't exactly sure, but she often spoke in English so others would understand her and she could get her ideas across to others. It wasn't that she was bad at English either, she found the need to learn English necessary.

"Ah..thank you." She nodded her head in the motion of a bow towards him. Holding out her hands she glanced at her phone for a few moments before she gently set in in her pants pocket. It wasn't until now that she really realized how the clothing fit her. Too bad she didn't bring a yukata with her, it would be great in a situation such as this. It would be able to be adjusted to the change in her body, and would be a lot more comfortable than a military uniform issued for males.

As soon as the German words reached Kiku's ears her attention shifted towards the door. It definitely sounded like Germany was angry at someone. What exactly HAD happened in the kitchen. Even more so, what was happening now?

Before any more thoughts flooded into her mind she was pulled out of the room and down the hall, to the kitchen. Oh my. There were quiet a lot of people in the kitchen now. And to top it all off, it was a mess. She made sure to keep her feet away from any shards of glass, blood or alcohol that now littered the floor. Someone needed to clean this up, and the only thing keeping Japan from wanting to clean it was England holding her hand.

Her eyes shifted over to look at Italy, so he was a girl also now? And..America? Now that didn't really make sense at all, but Japan wasn't going to state something like that. It was an irrelevant thought to the problem at hand.

Feeling England's grip tighten on her hand she glanced down towards the hand, quickly adverting her gaze from the hands and back to the others in the room. She glanced at Germany, he seemed very agitated. No, he looked pissed. And that meant that Japan would stay out of his way for now. Of course, Japan never happened to be in Germany's way. But she knew that it would not be a good idea to start now.

For a moment, she forgot that she made three. Seeing America as a female, and now Italy, a small sigh escaped from her lips. There were now three nations in the kitchen that were originally men, and were now female. Although, Japan wouldn't mention or make any statement showing that she also joined that group now.

She turned her attention on Prussia. Was Germany blaming his brother for this? Well, Prussia was the one looking after the Italian, but Japan very well knew that it wasn't his fault. Italy got himself in these predicaments all the time.

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Japan.
● 日本。 ●

[her-my-oh-ninny]

┌♥┘

└♥┐

Θ forse avventurato è chi s'inganna?@@@@@@@@@@@@@@né mai la sua sentenza lo condanna?

Né a se stesso scoprirsi ha in suo potere,

Italy only sniffled and sobbed as Germany came over to her to see the damage done. She kept her hands open and still, not wanting to move them. Of course she's had worse, and plenty of times it was her own fault. Actually, over ninety percent of those times had to be Italy's fault. Whether it was getting hurt or captured depended on the situation. And she still never learned from her past mistakes. It wasn't in her personality to quickly learn from certain events. The situations happened, was dealt with, and then she went on with living her life how she always had. Nothing seemed to be able to change the crying, whining or being held captive.

Feeling herself being lifted off of the ground and set on the counter she watched Germany, finally getting herself to stop the sniffling but couldn't stop the every so often sharp intake of air, and the small sobs. She wanted to say something so that she might be able to help calm Ludwig down, but she couldn't think of any words. It wasn't Prussia's fault, and she didn't particularly want to see the two brother's fight. Italy hardly ever fought with her own brother. Of course, she barely ever argued with anyone. Confrontation was not in her blood.

As Germany used a towel to clean off some of the alcohol on her feet she hiccuped slightly. No surprise there, she worked her body up too much. Yet another hiccup interrupted her breathing as she then watched Germany go over to Prussia and begin speaking in German.

Normally, most would become lost trying to listen to their conversation, but Italy did not. Feliciano has been around so many countries who speak German -Austria and Germany for example- that she had to pick up on it. Of course, she wasn't completely fluent in German, but she did know enough to follow conversations and speak. She preferred to speak in Italian, but when she wanted to communicate with Germany, which was very often, she either spoke in English or German.

Feliciano's head spun as she tried to keep up with the German being spoken. She understood it alright but the lack of air that her lungs were receiving did not help her body any. Yet another hiccup caused her body to jump slightly. Ouch, that one hurt.

Wait, she heard her name in that conversation. It seemed that Prussia was trying to explain what happened to his brother. That would make sense. Her attention was pulled to Prussia as he pulled off the ring and threw it. Tears began to built up in her eyes once again. She didn't want Prussia to hate her, she liked Prussia. He was Germany's brother after all. Italy was upset that Prussia left, but she was glad that Germany was here now also. The hiccups came a bit quicker now, and a bit more violent.

She barely paid any mind to anyone else in the room. Jeez, it was basically a party. There were hardly ever so many people in the German's house, let alone in the same room in the house. Usually, it was Germany, Japan, herself and maybe Prussia every so often. But this many people, and the diverse countries? Not that Italy could remember.

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Or is the self-deceived the £Ʋɕкϓ one?
He who cannot ever know нimselӻ
or the ϨҽԒҭҾԓςҿ of his Ͽondemnation?
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┌♥┘

└♥┐

[Bolshevik Syndrome]

G e r m a n y
d u XX h a s t XX m i c h
y o u XXXX h a v e XXXX m e

INDENTNein, nein. Of course it wasn't his fault. Nothing was Gilbert's fault, of course. He was flawless. Sure, Italy was clumsy, and yes, he did get himself into sticky situations quite often that Germany often (if not always) had to bail him out of, but this... This was different, he thought. Italy did not drink beer, and Gilbert was an excessive drinker of the grain-made alcohol, so the answer there was a little obvious. The cuts upon Italy's body, Germany assumed, were due to the shattered glass upon the floor, and therefore Prussia was at fault. The fact of whether or not Gilbert was indeed his brother meant nothing. It was his fault that Felciano was crying in his pathetic state. The breaths hitching in the small nation's chest and quiet sniffling caused Ludwig's chest to tighten, which lead to him biting on his molars and pronounced his jaw. Germany did grit his teeth when he was angry, to an extreme amount of anger mind you, so it was rare that he was seen grinding his teeth. Instead of admitting fully or at least partially to what happened here, Prussia only denied that it was his fault, which fuelled the Aryan's rage. He was blinded to most common sense at the moment, which meant that he held his brother fully responsible rather than attempting to draw upon different conclusions about the mess in the kitchen. Prussia, actually, contradicted himself. First claiming that he was not to blame, then admitted to the accident. So it was his fault after all.

INDENTGermany, however, froze when his brother began to explain why exactly the glass bottle was dropped. Through his rushed accusations, Germany completely missed the fact that Feliciano now sported a pair of breasts much like America. His eyes flickered towards the seated, whimpering figure upon the counter, and he found his eyes trailing south of his neck where Italy's large shirt (Germany's, actually) simply hung off his shoulders. It did seem to be much larger than normal, he noted, and the first three or so buttons were no longer sewn to the fabric. How could he have possibly missed the sudden addition to the whining country? He wasn't sure, but he forced his eyes away from him... Well, her, as heat began to rise to his cheeks. First America, now Italy... Who else was going to become a woman?

INDENTLudwig hadn't the chance to say anything as Prussia stormed out of the kitchen--blood, beer and glass sloshing about in the expanding puddle upon the floor. Even as he departed from the kitchen in fury, Germany did not beckon after him. He did not yell any further. Sure, he was completely furious, but there was no point in calling him back. Prussia wouldn't listen, he never did. Germany would have to tend to the wounded country, then return to clean up the mess that was made of his kitchen. A quiet sigh escaped from his lips as he attempted to allow the anger drain away, however it remained locked up within his chest; his heart furiously pumping blood through his veins.

INDENTMore voices were heard, however Germany did not turn to them. More footsteps, more breathing, more gawking eyes. He didn't need it. Turning from where his brother once stood, Ludwig shifted his attention upon the feminized country. With a mere stride, Germany stood before North Italy and curled his arms carefully around her damaged frame. Picking her up off the counter as delicately as he could possibly manage, the tall, blond man pulled her into his arms. He debated how he would carry her - over his shoulder? No, That would probably be most uncomfortable, even though that was usually how he carried Feliciano when he had to bail him / her out of whatever situation... But she was a little more delicate now, not to mention she was damaged. In order to accomodate her injuries and make the transportation from one room to the other as comfortable as possible, Ludwig slipped one of his strong arms beneath her knees and the other around the broad of her back. He pulled Italy against his chest and turned towards the entrance of the kitchen where 'Abigail' was entering while singing a song that was... Unfamiliar to him. Regardless, he paid no attention to her for now, and proceeded across the bed of glass before departing into the hallway, and then into his room.

INDENTUpon entering, Germany approached his bed and set Italy upon it. He fully realized that he was not only covered in blood, but his sheets would be as well. At this point, it was obvious that Ludwig could care less, for his focus was preventing any more tears from falling, and to accomplish that he needed to make the girl's wounds stop hurting. After setting her down, Germany turned towards the bathroom that extended off of his room and retrieved several items such as towels and anticeptants and bandages to help aid in Feliciano's recovery. When he returned before the feminized country, he knelt to the ground and set the items down before turning his face towards her and spoke simply:

INDENT"Vere does it hurt se most...?" Ludwig said as kindly as he could possibly manage. He suppressed his anger as much as he could for the Italian's well being. He would have to deal with Prussia and clean up the mess that was left behind in the kitchen. Refusing the urge to sigh at the disaster that occurred, Germany averted his eyes, though not before catching the open shirt that exposed the majority of Feliciano's chest. Finding himself immediately look away, Germany cleared his throat and stood as he waited for a response. He approached a chest of drawers and pulled another shirt similar to the one Italy was wearing, then placed it upon the end of the bed for him once he returned. To be changed into after his wounds were tended to, obviously. At least he managed to put a shirt on, Germany noted, but due to his new body, he couldn't really run around in just a shirt. Italy would need to get dressed, but Ludwig didn't press on that now. Not when they were both in a foul mood.

╭ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ╮
w h o XX-X e v e r XXX k n o w s XX-X p a i n
i s XX r a i s e d XXf r o m XX t h e XX f i r e
t h a t XXX b u r n s XX-X i n XX-X d e s i r e


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╰ XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ╯

[Bolshevik Syndrome]

W E - S T A N D - O N - G U A R D - F O R - T H E EMADE BY CHESTELLENO STEALING
O - C a n a d a . . . XMADE BY CHESTELLENO STEALING
i w a s l o s t
a n d i ' m s t i l l l o s t

INDENTFinding the man he summoned step into the bathroom, ay nervousness or confusion slipped from Canada's mind. He watched as Roderich effortlessly stepped into the bathroom, shifted behind the feminized country and helped him with the difficult hooks. Feeling the material constrict against the form of his / her body, she sucked in a breath. It felt.. Weird. Very uncomfortable, just like the tights she pulled over her legs. Was the complex clothing going to be the same? Would her entire body itch from the tight material? "Matilda" frowned at the thought, though she found her attention shifting to Austria when he spoke up about assistance.

INDENTWas there anything else? Well, she wasn't sure. She didn't exactly look at the garments he had given her, but if such tiny things were so difficult, the bigger ones must have been as well. Glancing at the outfit that was delicately set over the toilet seat rather than upon the ground, Canada's emerald hues turned back to Austria, and she slowly shook her head. She didn't want to bother him any more than she already had, and it sounded like he had some sort of company in the other room.

INDENT"N-No..." She whispered softly, her eyes falling from the man's dark gaze to the ground, though her eyes did shift to the door. Blinking, she parted her lips to speak, to ask who was outside the bathroom, however she closed her mouth and turned to pick the borrowed clothing up and attempt to dress herself. The ruffles and puffiness of the garments confused her, however she found her attention constantly being pulled towards the door. It wasn't really any of her business who was out there, but it still interested her. Perhaps it was Russia? Canada, after all, happened to suddenly turn into a girl, and Ivan disappeared from her sight. Matthew seemed to tremble at the thought of the tall Russian becoming a woman. It frightened her slightly.

INDENT"I'll try to figure it out." She said, miraculously, without stuttering. Picking up the bottom portion of the outfit, Canada held it up to herself then examined it in attempt to figure out how to put it on. After a few moments of trying to figure it out, she glanced up through her long eyelashes and allowed a small, shy smile to tell Austria that she would be fine on her own... Hopefully.


b e -XX--- w h o -X---- y o u ----- w a n t --X--- t o -----XX- b e
m a k e XXXXX u s XXXXXX b e l i e v e XXXXXX i n XXXXX y o u
k e e p XXXX a l l XX y o u r X l i g h t X i n X t h e XXXX d a r k
i f XXXXX y o u ' r e XXX s e a r c h i n g XXX f o r XXXX t r u t h
t h e n XXXX j u s t XXX l o o k XXX i n XX t h e XXXX m i r r o r
a n d - m a k e - s e n s e - o f - w h a t - y o u - c a n - s e e

j u s t - b e






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[Shotgun Mouthwash]

xxxxxCeremonies have killed religions, for they provide
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxhe masked comforts to delusionals; they're all in fright.
xxxxxxxxxxxThe true believer's head was bathed in sunlight,
while you are walking all detached.


So tell us where you're going; to the bottom.xxxxxxx
Do you hear us?xxxxxxxxxxxx
We are rotting.xxxx
We're going down in a spiral to the ground.xx
No one, no one's gonna save us now...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
not even God.xxxxxx
No one saved us, no one's gonna save us.xxxx



I - v - a - n - B - r - a - g - i - n - s - k -yxxxxxxxxx
...Where do you expect us to go when the b o m b s fall?xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx





A chuckle left the large Slavic man's chest, rumbling like thunder as his shoulders quivered. It was an odd sight to see Russia laughing without the Baltics around. Most would be wondering if Ivan had really fallen off his rocker. Maybe he had. But whatever the reason, seeing Serbia again just put him in a good mood. Russia could remember, back when he was less muscled and she was still a young girl, how Mila would sit across the room from Ivan and throws wads of paper at his head. Every time he felt a ball hit his temple his anger would flare, gut burning like a pit of acid until he heard her laugh. It was like a switch was being turned on and off: she'd piss him off and make it all better with one smile.
-x-
It wasn't that Russia felt certain... things for Serbia. No, their relationship had always been platonic, and that was the way it would stay. It could never be anything else. Russia had basically watched Serbia grow up from a shy, insecure little runt into this confident, beautiful young woman who could finally hold her own in the world. Before Ivan could blink an eye she was her own country, and now here they were, talking over drinks in a bar. Life flew by so fast.
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He felt another smile split his pale lips as he heard Serbia's drink order,old memories resurfacing once again. He'd been the one to introduce her to Rakija, not long after they had begun talking again. Someone had sent Ivan a bottle of it, and he'd found the sweetness so repulsive he'd given it to Mila. Apparently she'd taken a liking to it. He gave Mila a slight nod, eyes turning toward the bartender. "Ketel One and a pair of boots on the side," he replied, the bartender nodding before going off to get their orders. Ivan turned his attention back to Mila, laughing slightly. "Still drinking zat fermented fruit juice?" he asked, rolling his eyes. He didn't see how she could sit there and drink that stuff. It was just too sweet for him. Russia liked his alcohol to burn, not twang.

[ Sorry it's in English. I can't find a good translator. D: Just pretend he said that line to the bartender in Russian. ]