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 ]

[RussiaPink]

Preußen
Deutsche Demokratische Republik
Gilbert Beilschmidt

I am a Prussian;
Knowest thou my colors?

"Agh!" Man, Germany could hit. Prussia rubbed the back of his now-aching head and looked up at the man to whine, a hint of what could be a pout on his lips.

"Jeez, West! You didn't have to hit me over a coaster! The table's dark wood anyways, it'll be fine! You really need to learn to relax once in a while..." He gave a heavy sigh at the thought. His little brother? Relax? He'd sooner expect Italy to start barking out orders.

Still rubbing his head, he watched as Italy dashed into the kitchen and back out again, starting to grin as he did. It was almost cute to watch Italy running around like that. When Italy was finally seated again and started to complain of hunger, Prussia was the first to jump in.

"Want me to get you something, Ita? There's some leftover wurst in the fridge, I could heat it up for you!" He grinned broadly, leaning back in his chair once again, using his knees to balance the chair on two legs. "It's pretty awesome. I made it myself, so it'd have to be!"

Not every day may gleam with sunshine;
from time to time a cloud and shower nears.
So may never read anybody in my face,
the wish of them.
Although near and far
quite many would like to change places with me;
Their happiness is deceit and their freedom is illusion:
I am a Prussian , want nothing to be but a Prussian.

[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

Riiing, riiing, riiing

INDENT[coThat was the sound of the alarm clock, but also the poor, often forgotten country's lack of time. The wide, emerald eyes of the polite country slowly cracked open as the hands of the male reached up to rub them. He hadn't fully realized the time until they fluttered open completely and adjusted to the mid-day sunlight streaming into his room. With a stifled yawn, he rolled over on top of (one of many) stuffed animals he held in his grasp while he slept. A childish action, yes, but he never seemed to have broken the habit of sleeping with a plush toy. Those now wide eyes scanned the room until they reached the numbers of the digital clock and blinked in confusion.

INDENTWith sudden, scrambled movements, Canada quite literally rolled out of bed in nothing but a pair of maple-leaf boxers and reached up to the night stand to retrieve a pair of glasses. Falling to his knees, he moaned in pain then found himself seated on his behind nursing the pained joints. Of course, the pain was only temporary and it would disappear soon, but it hurt, and Matthew didn't like pain. He would sit there for the time being even if he was late, desperately trying to rid the pain from his flesh with gentle fingers. Eventually when the majority of the stinging dissipated, he moved onto his hands and knees and crawled over to a wooden trunk placed at the end of his bed where he set his clothing out the night before, though quiet whimpers of pain sounded from the male.

INDENTHow was he going to make himself known if he wasn't even at the meeting? Canada sighed at the thought as he pulled his clothing onto the ground where he sat. A simple red sweater and a pair of jeans. The sweater was thrown on first--well, second, technically. He wore a simple white shirt beneath it--then came the jeans. He pulled both of his legs through, then scooted to pull the stiff material over his hips. He then fell back onto the ground to button them and reached for a white pair of socks to put on his feet.

INDENT"Kumajiroooou..." The country began to call,

INDENT"Kumajirou, come on! We're late!" The man announced as he rolled onto his stomach to get to his sore knees again, then stood up. He ran to open the closet where he would find a pair of shoes that he wanted to wear, and grabbed the necessary items that were needed for survival such as a wallet, his keys and identification. Canada eyed the room before proceeding to move onto the first floor of his home, and then out the door to venture to France's house. Those same innocent eyes spied the white bear sitting in the corner with a blank expression upon his face.

INDENT"Who are you?" He asked, which caused the flustered country to respond with haste and embarrassment.

INDENT"I-I'm Canada!" He announced with a small pout, then grabbed the bear and scurried out of his room, onto the main floor, and out of his home. He called for a taxi from his cellphone that he withdrew from his pants pocket which took him to the airport. He had to take another flight, however it was arranged. With another trip in a taxi, Canada found himself before France's home and piled out of the taxi. With one-too-many thank yous and a few apologies, Canada stumbled out of the taxi and onto French grounds. It was a location he was familiar with, and a language that he knew. Moving with haste, Matthew dashed up the stairs and stumbled a few times. Finding himself nearly falling once again into the door, he rose his hand to knock on the door gently, but he halted while panting and shifted the destination of his fist to press his index finger to the doorbell.

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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
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[impiousLion]

s u c h -- a ------ l o n e l y --------- d a y

R u s s i aFORSNOWIE_SOUL'SUSE.NOSTEALING. DDDD<
☇XXXI v a n - B r a g i n s k yNOSTEALING,BETCHES.

"Stroganoff? Да. It is absolutly Russian...And it's supposed to be served warm..."

Russia nervously smiled as he took the container from America. The container was still frozen on the inside, and the outside was wet from condensation. It got his gloves wet.

"...Спасибо."

Right...Like that was a serious 'Thank you'. He was just being polite.
This was getting a bit uncomfortable for Ivan. Was Alfred trying to make some kind of unofficial treaty? Or was it again just his stupid generosity? It was hard to tell, really.
Anyway, he wasn't too hungry at the moment, so he just put it on the table. He sighed again. This wasn't really a meeting anymore, but more of a friendly get-together and lunch.

Riiing

The doorbell was very loud. Mostly because no one was speaking in the quiet mansion. It echoes through the walls of the house. Everyone was either eating, resting, or in another room. Russia looked around. All of the Allies were here. America, England, France, Chine, Russia himself, and...Wait...Wasn't there a sixth Ally? A question ran through Russia's mind.

Who could be at the door?

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[akugirl]

G - o - d XXXXB - l - e - s - s - . - . - .

MADE STRICTLY FORA M E R I C A X ! !

THE USE OF AKUGIRL ONLY. < 333333 ↘ XXA l f r e d - F . - J o n e s

T - h - e XXX " - H - e - r - o - "

(Sorry! my computer keeps shutting down on me.)
Alfred blinked in surprise and smiled at Ivan happily.
"Awesome!" he cheered, "I got it right! Well... sorta anyway. Your welcome man. i messed up last time I hanged-hung? however it's pronounced- out with Italy. He was completely baffled when he saw the meatballs. I hope you like it."
He looked towards the door when the bell rang. he furrowed his eyebrows thoughtfully.
"You know? I don't think I saw Canada anywhere. Or Kumajiro" He said, looking around, "Wasn't Mattie-uh Matthew supposed to be here? He's kinda quiet. I still say he needs to be more like his older brother, which is me. He did arrive before me right? Or did we forget about him again..."

s - t - a - r - s XXXa n dXXX s - t - r - i - p - e - s

- l a n d - o f - t h e - f r e e
- a n d - t h e - h o m e - o f - t h e - b r a v e

[Bolshevik Syndrome]

L - E - I - D - E - R ---- D - U ---- H - A - S - T ---- K - E - I - N - E ---- Z - E - I - T
u n f o r t u n a t e l y , - y o u - h a v e - n o - t i m e

CHESTELLELOVES...->G e r m a n y

CHESTELLELOVES...->g u e s s - y o u - b e t t e r - g e t - y o u r - a r m o r
CHESTELLELOVES...->g e t - y o u r - a r m o r

INDENT The comment spilling past Prussia's lips about it only being a coaster enraged Germany. It was dark wood, it wouldn't show. Dark wood it wouldn't show, my a**. The colour of the wood didn't matter. If any sort of fluid soaked into the the table, then the wood would puff up and look horrendous, not to mention there would be a colour difference. Even if the table was dark, it would still be noticeable. Considering Germany was still standing, his entire body leaned forward and his palms were slapped against the cherrywood. His lips parted the moment Italy stood, which caught his eyes and caused his anger to melt away for a mere moment, but the frustration he felt towards his brother built back up again and his dark eyes shifted back to Prussia's lazy frame.

INDENT"Relax? Relax? I'll relax once you learn take care of your things!" He hollered, his fingers curling to form fists against the table. Well.. The table wasn't really his, so technically other people's things. After all, Prussia claimed the bottom half of the house, so everything on the top floor belonged to Germany, right? So really, when he respected the items of others, or really, just others in general.

INDENTLudwig's anger seemed to die down once Italy spoke up, but he seemed to grumble in frustration in response. He was agitated. He had just made food in which was devoured by both Italy and Prussia, was that not enough? No, of course not. Italy wanted pasta. There was one thing Germany was not fond of, and that was other people using the kitchen, or really, most of his things. The kitchen was a major one though, considering he had to keep everything clean. Sanitary. Just perfect. Items needed to be washed and placed back where they were found, and all the surfaces needed to shine once they were done with. Quite frankly, Germany was never satisfied unless he did it himself.

INDENTLifting one of his hands from the table, the broad blond pressed the large hand against the center of his face; his palm pressed against his nose and his fingers splayed onto his temples, over his eyes and his forehead. It had been a few minutes and nothing seemed to be going as planned. Weren't they already supposed to be discussing global issues? Nothing ever seemed to be taken seriously, and it bothered him. Another heavy sigh escaped his lips as he rose his head the moment Prussia began to speak in response to Italy.

INDENT"Gilbert, four legs on a chair," he began, referring to how he propped it up on two legs instead of four. When it was on two legs, more weight was applied to a smaller surface area which was equivalent to more wear-and-tear on the piece of furniture. If he was going to sit in the chair, he was going to sit in it properly. Not like a buffoon. If he didn't sit up right and place all feet on the ground, then he'd moved over and force the feet down.

INDENT"You vill not be making anything!" He hissed, his eyes remaining on Prussia. He did not want Gilbert making any sort of food, not with his behaviour. He was so careless, and there was no telling what would happen if he was in the kitchen in front of the stove. The thought nearly made Germany shudder.

INDENT"Nothing vill be made until ve have made some progress here!" The man announced, once again slapping his palm against the table to grab the attention of the people around it, hoping to bring them back to reality. The world as it stood was not in a very good state. No, there were many things wrong with it. There always have been, but ignoring it or sitting around and simply letting it continue was not helping a thing. One thing was for sure, that America was being an idiot, and Germany planned to fix his superiority and deflate his ego like a pin popping a balloon.

o n e - w o r d - t u r n s - i n t o - a - w a r
i ' m - n o t - h e r e - w i t h o u t - a - s h i e l d
c a n ' t - g o - b a c k - n o w

c a n ' t - s w a l l o w - o u r - p r i d e
n e i t h e r - o f - u s - w a n n a - r a i s e - t h a t - f l a g
i f - w e - c a n ' t - s u r r e n d e r - t h e n - w e ' r e - b o t h - g o n n a - l o s e

❝ H o l d - o n t o - y o u r - p r i d e - a n d - e n d u r e ! - T h a t - i s - a l l ! ❞

[x metaphysics]

OOO FELICIANOVARGAS
⇨ ( i am the nation NORTH ITALY ) not exactly intimidating
don`t you wanna ♥ be my friend Ɂ x 『 YES 』 hugmehugmeloveme

Italy could only eat a wurst so many times in a day. He wasn’t particularly fond of it and much more preferred pasta than the German sausage. That bit should be blatantly apparent, yet it was still worth mentioning. Considering this was Germany’s house, Italy doubted whether the man would have pasta. It would have to be up to him to make it, then. “No, it’s okay! I’ll just make some pasta.”

He could always just make some pasta. In the desert, stuck at an uncharted island, hell, anywhere. If he couldn’t make it out of noodles, then he would find some other creative way. Back to Italy, however. The boy continued standing up and scooted the chair back. He was only a few steps away when Germany announced they wouldn’t be making anything. No pasta, no food, nothing. This was not great news to the Italian. A panicked expression quickly flashed onto his face, the smile disappearing and turning into a slightly agape frown.

“But Germany! I’m hungry, and I can’t think on an empty stomach!” He pleaded, refusing to sit back in the chair. Cautiously, though, he made sure not to step closer to the kitchen. Germany was known to being stern, and he didn’t want to chance the man hitting him as he did Prussia. Come to think of it, anyhow, it was indeed worth getting hit. Pasta was not just food to the Italian, but a way of life.

[Bolshevik Syndrome]

L - E - I - D - E - R ---- D - U ---- H - A - S - T ---- K - E - I - N - E ---- Z - E - I - T
u n f o r t u n a t e l y , - y o u - h a v e - n o - t i m e

CHESTELLELOVES...->G e r m a n y

CHESTELLELOVES...->g u e s s - y o u - b e t t e r - g e t - y o u r - a r m o r
CHESTELLELOVES...->g e t - y o u r - a r m o r

INDENT A low, irritated sigh escaped the German's lips. Both of his hands were pressed against the wooden table, and his head now hung almost in defeat. He realized that Italy would continually complain about being hungry if he didn't eat, and his comment was well, acceptable. One never concentrated very well on an empty stomach, however he was not very fond of the utensils in his kitchen being used by foreign hands. Germany did not accept defeat, he never did, but this time he simply slid his broad, calloused hands across the smooth surface of the tabletop until his palms reached the edge, and out came a low mumble in Italy's direction. If he didn't allow him to do so now, who knew what would end up being the source of his hunger and therefore turned into pasta in the near future.

INDENT"Hmph. Fine..." He groaned as he leaned back away from the table and allowed his body to fall into place within the wide-framed chair that was stained the same deep shade of red as the table. The backing being entirely carved of wood with brass studs lined along the side of the chair. The seat, however, was upholstered leather in a dark mahogany to match the same red tinge with the wood. The walls of the very room they were seated within were also very dark, which really made the dining area seem more like a room for meetings and other things used for business. That was what Germany used it for, after all. When it came to eating, he usually sat alone. It's rather depressing, really, which was why he grew accustomed to eating whatever he prepared for himself over the counter without taking a seat.

INDENTThe palms of his hands began to finish their journey as they began to move again. His palms, however, now completely off the table, paused when something at the base of his finger finger caught the edge of the table. Blinking and shifting his attention away from the group before him, his blue hues lowered to his fingers that looked almost deathly pale in contrast to the dark stain. It wasn't his skin he was looking at though, it was the golden band circling the one finger. It was a wide band, one that would be purchased when some sort of commitment was made to another individual, but as far as Germany knew, he hadn't announced marriage... So what the hell was this?

INDENTWith a disgruntled expression, he moved his ringless hand over his other, then wrapped his fingers around the band in attempt to twirl it. Why the hell was this thing on his finger? It must have been Prussia's idea of a joke. What Tom-foolery. Did he honestly think marriage was some kind of joke? Maybe, considering he never seemed to take anything seriously. The band was turned until the last few letters of a word engraved in a cursive script became visible. Seeming rather confused, Germany turned the ring entirely until the whole word could be read, or rather, both words. And an initial.


Alfred F. Jones

INDENTFinding himself severely disgusted by the name engraved upon the band, Germany immediately began to tug at the ring that obviously didn't belong to him and began vomiting violent, crude words in his native tongue. The whole idea of marriage in genera--let alone to this guy--forced him to his feet once again, as if standing would give him some sort of sudden strength to remove the blasted ring. It, however, did not budge. He could twist it, yes, but he could not remove it. Without excusing himself or notifying his gusts of his departure, Germany immediately dashed into the kitchen where he immediately placed his hand under cold water in attempt to shrink the size of his finger with added soap to try to remove it.


[ Let the event commence. >D ]

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i ' m - n o t - h e r e - w i t h o u t - a - s h i e l d
c a n ' t - g o - b a c k - n o w

c a n ' t - s w a l l o w - o u r - p r i d e
n e i t h e r - o f - u s - w a n n a - r a i s e - t h a t - f l a g
i f - w e - c a n ' t - s u r r e n d e r - t h e n - w e ' r e - b o t h - g o n n a - l o s e

❝ H o l d - o n t o - y o u r - p r i d e - a n d - e n d u r e ! - T h a t - i s - a l l ! ❞

[akugirl]

G - o - d XXXXB - l - e - s - s - . - . - .

MADE STRICTLY FORA M E R I C A X ! !

THE USE OF AKUGIRL ONLY. < 333333 ↘ XXA l f r e d - F . - J o n e s

T - h - e XXX " - H - e - r - o - "

With the others being silent, Alfred sighed and leaned back. He looked around at France's opulent meeting room to assuage the boredome creeping up at him. The house Francis lived in made him think of a museum, not that Alfred's was any different. But still, way too many priceless aentiques for his tastes littered the walls, the other antiques and even the table was probably from Napoleans time or something. Absently he twisted the new gold wedding band he was wearing and...
"Wait. WHAT!?" He screamed, looking down in shock. "What the- Why am I wearing a wedding band? Guys! Look! I swear I didn't have this when I came in! It's all..." he twisted it to see Ludwig engraved in plain, yet elegant, letters on the side. "It's all Germany's fault! I have a mind to call that-that sausage-eater up!"
Angrily, he pulled out his blackberry and called Germany at his house, fully intending to rant at him for pulling such a mean prank.

s - t - a - r - s XXXa n dXXX s - t - r - i - p - e - s

- l a n d - o f - t h e - f r e e
- a n d - t h e - h o m e - o f - t h e - b r a v e

[Zesty Taco]

α ʟoиε тяαvεʟεя ωαʟкs oи α qυεsт тo тнє sтαяs.
ʟιкε α ωαиdεяιиɢ dovε, нε мαкεs нιs ωαy αcяoss тнε ʟαиd ...

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England's question to anyone made Yao chuckle; he turned his head to glance at the man and nodded in thanks for the tea. "Pocky, aru, a Japanese snack. It's a graham stick covered in either strawberry or chocolate coating." He glanced back at America's kindness to Russia, and he himself was a little surprised. Lately, though, he noticed that Mr. Obama had been wanting to retry relations with the large country, so it wasn't awe-bringing. Russia, however, seemed a little baffled by all the sudden kindness. China have a small, quiet laugh to himself.

The ringing from the front door nearly made China jump, albeit all he did was flinch. He looked at the door in confusion and looked to the others. "There is a sixth...?" he trailed off as America instituted who it might be. China tapped his chin, a blank drawing in his five thousand year old mind. "Canada? Who's th--" Suddenly, it dawned on him that this time around, it had been him who forgot poor Williams. Every meeting, someone forgot him, and for once, it was the wise one. Oh no! Ohno ohno ohno! That would haunt him for the rest of his life, similar to that one time he accidentally locked a child Japan in a closet for an hour, unawares he was in there. Bringing his palm to swiftly smack his face, he gave a tiny 'Aiyah!' in pain before bringing his palm down. He looked like he might cry, but China merely stood up and spoke quickly to the others, in a slight panic. He only had so much time before karma would act out against his forgetfulness! "Pl-please let me get the door, aru; I'm a horrible person and must face my consequences!" Perhaps he was taking it a bit far, but he was already walking (and almost jogging) towards the door.

Turning the knob, the very first thing he did before he even confirmed if it was Canada was he stooped into a bow and remained there, trembling slightly, as he basically broke down in apology towards the other. "Dùi bù qĭ! Dùi bù qĭ! Dùi bù qĭ! I'm so sorry, Canada!! Please, forgive meee!" Finally able to take a deep breath, the country brought himself up and, sure enough, Canada stood there. With a smaller sigh, he stepped aside and made a motion with his arm for the other to come in. "U-umm, we're all in France's dining roo-" However, he cut off at the unfamiliar sensation of something on his hand.

Thinking it was a bug, the eldest country went to swat it off but instead of feeling a bug go flying, he felt his fingernails tap against... some sort of metal? Glancing down, China gave a yelp and jumped slightly, a golden band on his hand with a neatly engraved name of: Francis Bonnefoy. "AIYAAAHHH!!" Wang Yao shreaked, but not so loudly as to burst any eardrums, as he walked quickly back into the dining hall and stood right beside France, his face quite red and a very confused expression visible on his visage. "France, wha--what's the meaning of this?! I understand politeness in greeting a person for a meeting, but marrying them is a completely different story, aru!" Attempting to tug off the ring, China grit his teeth and grunted but the thing wouldn't come off! He looked around desperately, despairingly for something but couldn't think of anything in plain view. "France, do you have any cooking oil, aru?!" he asked quickly, unsure if his newfound 'husband' would want to comply. "Bad, bad, bad; this is baaaad..." he groaned to himself. He and America were now apparently newlyweds to the lucky France and Germany, respectively. He looked at England, Russia and Canada and looked at their hands before giving a small cry and pointing to them. "Y-you're all--!" He didn't need to finish. They'd find out soon enough.

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иo мαттεя ωнεяε тнε ʟαиd ιs, ι ωιʟʟ sυяεʟy ʟιvє oи.
ι ωιʟʟ ғιиd тнαт ρεяsoи, вυт тσ ωнoм doεs мy нεαят вeʟoиɢ...?

❝ On a map that pinpoints one's place in the world,
Everyone wants to be placed at the center.
Place my country anywhere on Earth,
Laughing merrily while spinning around... ❞

[Bolshevik Syndrome]

L - E - I - D - E - R ---- D - U ---- H - A - S - T ---- K - E - I - N - E ---- Z - E - I - T
u n f o r t u n a t e l y , - y o u - h a v e - n o - t i m e

CHESTELLELOVES...->G e r m a n y

CHESTELLELOVES...->g u e s s - y o u - b e t t e r - g e t - y o u r - a r m o r
CHESTELLELOVES...->g e t - y o u r - a r m o r

INDENT As he continued to run his hands under cold water, the loud ringing of his cellphone sounded from his pocket, however it couldn't be heard over the waster blasting from the faucet. Because of times like these, Germany also had the vibration on, causing a sudden unnatural feeling to pulse through his leg which made him shift awkwardly. To answer his phone, he pulled his ringless hand from his pocket and dried it against his already-soaked pants from the water splashing into the deep sink, and finally pulled the phone from his pocket before flipping it open and pressing it to his ear. Before he picked it up, however, he allowed his azure hues--dark from frustration--to scan over a small screen. Caller display. It was America.

INDENTThe words that flooded from the lips of the German seemed to be never-ending, and basically indistinguishable. It was a mix of German swears and the English language, making it a little difficult to understand. It was obvious that he was angry though, frustrated by America's stupid little prank. He was sure that he only phoned now to laugh at him and to wish him luck removing it, but Germany didn't let him get a word in. No, he was too busy cussing at him to face him man-to-man, and physically deal with the payment he was to receive from the enraged male. A severe beating involving several blows to the head, a couple gunshot wounds, and if he could, force Arthur's delicious cooking down America's throat. This apparent display of humor was unacceptable and was not funny at all.

INDENTBy now, Germany's hand within the sink was now numb beneath the ice-cold water. He couldn't feel the water running over his skin any longer, nor was he paying any attention to it. His flesh would soon be taking on a cool shade from the over-exposure to a freezing temperature, but he didn't care. No, not now. He was too focused cussing at the self-obsessed country, who some how rose to power. How? He was unsure. Alfred was an idiot. If Germany's opinion was asked for, he shouldn't have become an independent nation. He was going to be the cause of everyone's downfall in one way or another.

INDENT"This is an outrage! Vat is the meaning of this? You moron! Is this some kind of joke?" He eventually uttered, the only full English sentence that America could fully understand, however, that alone was questionable. He was an idiot after all.

o n e - w o r d - t u r n s - i n t o - a - w a r
i ' m - n o t - h e r e - w i t h o u t - a - s h i e l d
c a n ' t - g o - b a c k - n o w

c a n ' t - s w a l l o w - o u r - p r i d e
n e i t h e r - o f - u s - w a n n a - r a i s e - t h a t - f l a g
i f - w e - c a n ' t - s u r r e n d e r - t h e n - w e ' r e - b o t h - g o n n a - l o s e

❝ H o l d - o n t o - y o u r - p r i d e - a n d - e n d u r e ! - T h a t - i s - a l l ! ❞

[akugirl]

G - o - d XXXXB - l - e - s - s - . - . - .

MADE STRICTLY FORA M E R I C A X ! !

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T - h - e XXX " - H - e - r - o - "

"EHH!?!" Alfred yelled back once he finally got a word in edge-wise, "YOU GERMAN PIG! This is all YOUR fault! How could you do something this stupid? Are you crazy or something? I Mean seriously! I wouldn't wanna marry a guy like you even if your cooking is Better than Englands! And don't you take that tone of voice with me you Douchebag! I oughtta grind you up and make you into one-a those wursts you like so much you Hoosier Redneck!"
He turned a glare on China as he spoke to France asking for oil, but his jaw dropped upon noticing the others hands.
"Uh... Ludwig... I think we have a situation..." he said in stunned amazement.

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Seeing China and America in such confusion and distress made Russia smile, though just a bit. But then he thought.

Wait...What did he say...?

Russia hesitated, but then looked down on his hands to see two glistening golden bands. One on his left ring finger, and one on his right. They sparkled ever so cutely on his hands. Marriage? He'd never even considered it. He tried to gently twist off one of the rings, but it didn't even move.
Russia tried to cover up the fact that he was mortally terrified at seeing the little bands. Especially since there were two. He married two people?! What the hell was going on?! How could this happen?!

"Ahaha! Look! I actually have two!"

He spoke in his calm yet happy voice. Ivan didn't want to, but his looked closely to see a name engraved on each one of the bands.

"Canada and Austria."

Russia murderous eyes turned slowly to Canada, who had just arrived. This was beyond betrayal for him. Homocide was an idea that ran through his mind now.

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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
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INDENTSoon finding the door pulled open from beneath his gentle now gentle, desperate knocks, Canada parted his lips in greeting to thank whom he believed to have opened the door to be France. He did technically have relations with the country, and a good part of his land spoke his native tongue, so Canada did know how to speak French. However, it was not France who opened the door for the forgotten country, no it was someone much smaller and much more polite than the host of the Allied meeting.

NDENT"B-Bonjour--" Canada stammered. He was taken by surprise at the sudden, unexpected face answering the door instead of Francis, so a quiet, nervous 'uh...' escaped Matthew's mouth.

INDENT"U-Uhm... H-Hello, China!" He said quickly, then bowed politely. When he was at home he tried to learn several simple customs of different countries for the sake of being polite. If he remembered correctly, it was to China that he was to bow to be respectful among many others. He was unsure as to why Wang was continually apologizing to him, which forced him to blink, and then smile kindly. He shook his head quickly as China stepped aside to allow the forgotten country into France's manor. He did nothing wrong! After all, he did allow Canada inside. Was there something wrong with that...? Perhaps it was some sort of custom Matthew did not understand.

INDENTAs he stepped into the house, however, Canada visibly jumped at the sudden shriek that sounded from China's mouth. Matthew seemed to back up at the sound of his frantic speech, then at the sound of America's hollering in the distance. What was... Wrong? There was obviously something that wasn't right. Was it Canada's fault? Maybe he shouldn't have showed up--

INDENTWhen Wang glanced at his hand amongst the others in the room, however, the wide emerald eyes blinked, then shifted to one finger of two fingers in particular that seemed to suddenly have a bit of weight on them. He heard his name sound from the back of the room by a calm, quiet tone and a bit of laughter, which caused the quiet male to freeze. It was only when he recognized, processed, and placed that bone-chilling voice to a particular face did the quiet country seem to almost back up, but those two rings on his fingers... They seemed to confirm it.

INDENT"W-What...!? I-I can't be married t-to two people!" He stuttered, his face suddenly becoming a deep shade of red from embarrassment from the thought, and suddenly fear was stricken into his entire frame. He was hitched to Russia...? B-But Russia was so... He was so... Scary. Hell, did Russia even know who Canada was? But it wasn't just Russia, it was Austria too! Both of them. How could it be both of them? It was at this very point in time that Canada wished he hadn't woken up, and perhaps, desired to be forgotten about.

INDENTAs if on cue to seal his disastrous fate, a gust of wind blew around him and pushed the heavy door shut with a slam that made Matthew jump again. He shifted his eyes to the now closed door, then slowly turned to see the eyes of Russia upon his face, which left poor little Canada shaking in fear for his life.

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INDENT Douchebag? Hoosier Redneck!? Oh, how America was going to pay! Germany could feel his teeth grinding and his muscles tensing simply from the sound of Alfred's voice. That man drove him up the wall, and he imagined he annoyed everyone else as well. Always sticking his nose in other people's business and weaseling in where he didn't belong. Ludwig was about ready to slap that idiot smile off of his face and beat him into the ground. Now let's see who's on top, b*****d. Who's superior now?

INDENT"Damn right ve have a situation, you ignorant hick! Get off your lazy a** and get over here and fight me!" He hissed into the phone, and suddenly, he found himself steering away from the sink and began to pace about the kitchen in annoyance. Ludwig moved to a counter-top island in the middle of the kitchen and slammed his numb hand without realization upon it. He felt nothing, but an obnoxious thud sounded from the island, and the impact from his hand against the counter top rumbled into the floor. Germany would definitely feel that later, for a bruise was more than like to going to form on the side of his palm from his sudden uncontrollable rage.

INDENT"Oh, vait... I doubt you can find your vay here. You're a self-centered, obnoxious slob, vith no taste in food, who doesn't know the rest of the map!" He shouted, suddenly stomping out of the kitchen while the cold water continued to run and splash out of the sink onto the floor and onto the counter. By the time he returned, everything would be soaked. It didn't matter though, he'd make America clean it up. It was all America's fault anyway. He, after all, some how put this ring on his finger and sealed it there. He must have learned some sort of sorcery from England--yes! That was it! It was America's fault! All the blame would be put upon him, and he would have to fix everything and pay for it all on his own. Just like Germany had to do some years ago. How would he like a taste of that? Maybe if America learned some responsibility, he'd be formed into a respectable man.

INDENT"Now get over here and remove this... Thing!" Germany began,

INDENT"Or so help me, I vill remove your head!"

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"Ну ты дaёшь..."

Russia said with a sadistic twist as he stood up. He was going to murder poor little Canada. Perhaps he could use his vodka bottle to knock him out? Maybe even kill him. It was solid glass, after all. Canda was already quivering in fear, which only made Russia more confident in his bloodthirsty plan. He started to walk over to him, his emotionless eyes locked onto the poor man. But then, he heard America say that they might have a 'situation'. Like hell they did.
Russia looked around and saw China, Canada, and America confused and enraged. But why? Something caught his eye. China had a ring too, and Canada and America as well.
What the God's name was happening here?! They couldn't have all gotten married! Who did this?! Was it a joke, or did they actually marry?!This was...This was insane!

Where the hell is that other b*****d Austria?!

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