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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 4:03 pm
Sometimes, life couldn't get more boring after giving up those positions... Well, an anonymous country whose been supposedly 'dead' or 'disappeared' has sent invitations around the world to the originals, welcoming them and their kids to the Edelsteins' elegant household for a little gathering.
Whether it's just for the food, just to hang out with your old friends, to try to match up your kid with another's, to just have an all out party, to go there just to bug Roderich, everything's up to you!
Remember, break anything in the Edelstein household, and Austria will be greatly displeased. :C
[ You may roleplay as just the parent, their kid, or both! Just keep track! Have fun~ <3 ]
Remember the rules, everyone!
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 4:05 pm
- Reserved, just in case! -
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 5:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 7:03 pm
Denmark walked into the glorious mansion of Austria. To be honest he didn't even know why he was invited since he had a distinct feeling that no one liked him. He would have brought his son Beowulf but the boy had fallen ill as of late, also he didn't want to leave his son with the aids but he figured that he might as well appear for a few hours and if anything happened he would get home as fast as he could.
"Hello" he called out his voice gruff from exhaustion.((I hope that's okay and look! Papa!Denmark has white hair but looks no older! xd ))
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 7:47 pm
Watch out! The Canadians are here! Melissa will always answer like this.
Matthew will always answer like this.   "Oh daddy, why did I have to come too?" It was the first time in hours since the two Canadians had talked to each other. It was getting tiresome having to wait in Austria's house for a while when it was quiet. Her voice was soft, but she didn't mind. The two were seated in the away from the front foyer, in the second living, having arrived way early.
"...Might as well try right?" The older Canadian sounded as if he was excited, probably hinting that he was happy to be out of the house. And had something to do. Melissa picked up Kumajirou and walked out into the front foyer. Who she saw was way too similar to someone she knew. She noticed some differences and vaguely wondered if they were fraternal twins or something. She took a step, "Um, hello.
[[ooc]] Ugh. That was hard to do. -frys brain- I'm sorry if it sucked, doing two people is hard.[[/ooc]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 7:53 pm
The woozy-looking and drunken former United Kingdom of England and Northern Ireland stumbled into Austria's house, his daughter trotting dutifully behind him. "Wherezatt ********>, he mumbled, looking around the place. "You're in the old Austria's house, Daddy.", Alice pointed out for him. When she was with her father, the girl acted competely differently from when she would be with anybody else.
"Ahh...tha's right, tha's right...", Arthur mused, waving a hand in the air. His daughter giggled softly. "'Ey look! There's...there's....", he squinted. "It's Alfred! Hey Alfred!", the former nation walked over, though it was apparent he was drunk, mistaking Matthew for Alfred. Again.
"That's not Uncle Alfred, Daddy.", Alice tried to say, but her dad had gone towards him already, so she followed.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:05 pm
"Hello" Denmark said as the Canadians approached. "You are Matthew's daughter?" he said looking at the younger Canadian before the older, but it seemed that Arthur came to interrupt things once again.
"Are you drunk?" he commented honestly he could smell the alcohol from where he stood and Arthur could never hold his liquor
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:19 pm
While Arthur spluttered indignitly, Alice smiled cheerfully behind him, revealing the answer. "I'm not-I'm not that drunk, honestly!Th'plane flight was just...just very nice to me." Arthur nodded to himself.
"Daddy was just happy to see some of you guys again." Alice smiled. "Wh-what? That's bullocks, Alice. Now be a dear and go find Daddy some more drinks.", Arthur prodded his daughter.
She merely smiled, as if this happened all the time. Which it probably did. He was a mad alcoholic, that man is. Turning to walk deeper in the house, she went off in search of more alcohol.
"Ah, useful things, children are." Arthur smiled drunkenly, putting his hands on his hips, feeling triumphant.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:34 pm
"I hope that girl can hold her drink better then you." Denmark stated he felt rather glad that he didn't brink Beowulf with him the poor boy would probably feel uncomfortable and also spread the illness to the other children nations. He sighed as he wondered if he could deal with Arthur after all the doctor told him to watch his blood pressure.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:37 pm
  American Idiots
Father and daughter, both blond, both vibrantly blue-eyed stood beside each other, looking so similar. Both wore glasses and rather casual clothing, looking equally stupid with their drinks. "Abby, I swear, if I take my eyes off you, and the next second I see you going at it with some random guy..." The older and former America sternly watched his daughter, who rolled her eyes.
"Dad, I'll be fine! Look, I'm sure you miss the older England... Look, have a good time and talk to Mr. Kirkland, alright?" The nineteen year old took a sip at her drink, knowing that the mention of the older England would make him seem nervous. Something seemed to be up between both Arthur and Alfred, and Abigail thought that she'd know. She left her father's side, much to his disappointment, and slipped off to hopefully get to meet some other countries. Alfred, on the other hand, was muttering under his breath.
[GAH. The pictures aren't too nice and are uneven for my post... I'll fix it up later. x'D ]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:47 pm
((go overprotective America!!!))
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:50 pm
Watch out! The Canadians are here! Melissa will always answer like this.
Matthew will always answer like this. "Um," how was he able to tell Melissa apart from the average person, or any other 'next-generation-nation. "Yessir. I am, uh, his daughter." She looked around, she saw the an Briton who looked just plain drunk. According to her father, he should be Uncle Arthur. However, he looked...drunk. She took one precautionary step away, just to be safe, and stood there. "Uh, and you might be Uncle Arthur I suppose?" Just then, former Canada, or Matthew Williams for short, appeared behind her daughter. "Hello everyone. He stood there, wondering if he was going to be noticed, or ignored.
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:51 pm
[[ Question! What's Arthur to Matthew and Alfred that makes Abigail and Melissa call him Uncle? Or vice versa? ]
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 8:53 pm
[[Um. I would say since England and France found both America and Canada, they would be dads? And Mel's and Abbie's grandfathers? -edits posts-]]
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Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 9:00 pm
[ I don't want to start a debate myself, but I think England, according to the web comic, kinda just picked up America when he was small. America chose England between him and France actually, so they can't really be having a father/son relationship. "xD Not too clear on Canada. ]
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