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 Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 5:27 pm
Tino Väinämöinen Finn sat down, directly behind Arthur, still laughing, uncomfortably about his metaphor. " Yeah, Sounds good. " he said, sitting down.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 5:40 pm
 Frederick's hair smelled really really nice. It was somewhere between manly pride and chocolate chip cookies, none of which the Prince had at the moment but it still had a pretty damn intoxicating effect on the Pole. Causing him to have to think for a bit to puzzle out what the heck Toris had just said. Man, he used to be really fluent.
Frederick shifted uncomfortably once again, seeing Toris attempt to coax Feliks down from his shoulders he decided to join in as Poland was getting kinda er... Heavy. Not that he'd ever actually say that to Poland. He was a prince ********, they never disrespect a lady!
"Um... You know maybe you could come down and er... We could find better clothes and eat..." Okay so, most of the reason was actually him wanting to get some pants on. The other girls congregating around them were starting- no, becoming increasingly threatening. He could feel the waves of sexual frustration and pumped up teen hormones. And... Oh s**t... Was that Edward Cullen materializing?
Frederick blinked desperately and the vision was gone, but the Prince was visibly shaken. Trying not to sound to doubting of his... Lovely lady's intentions he murmured, "Please let's go and come back after all of this has settled down. These people don't look all so welcoming."
Feliks murmured, finally comprehending what was going on somewhat, barely audible and with his face still buried in Frederick's hair, "M'not leaving, you're hair is like, totally awesome, you should smell it Toris. I'd like even deal with your stupid cat for this." Poland sighed contently and continued to cling rather strongly to the prince. The power of perfectly groomed hair had caused Feliks to forget all about the hall that was slowly coming back to life, and the teachers heading his way looking like they were about to kill him.
Frederick however, did not. He was kinda distracted by Lithuania though.
"So uh... Are you a girl too?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:22 pm
 Toris,
The nights may be cold now... There was so much to think about now, it was thinking, everywhere, like how blood was during a epic battle, except less epic. Smell his hair... are you a girl? Well, the response to both of those questions or demands was ******** NO, or at least that's what he was thinking.
Luckily Feliks was distracted, and Lithuania's cheeks puffed up a bit, but he didn't show his offense in response to the question, nor did he answer it.
He looked to the teachers, feeling that familiar swarm feeling, before looking to them, already rather run down. "I'll take care of it..." Toris said, dismissing them, something some of them were now used to him doing around Feliks. He took one of the man's hands and muttered some curses in Lithuanian as he pulled him along out of the hall, heading to the dorm with him. "Just... Come with me... We'll get you pants..." He muttered, face a bit flushed as they exited.
This was the most forceful Toris ever was, normally he was a push over, but today, today he took charge... kind of... Well, really it was for the good of Feliks and so he couldn't make more of a fool of them. Somehow, he knew that would happen anyways, but preventing the preventable was always nice to stick to.
It wasn't long before they came to the door of the Ravenclaw dormitory, he looked to the door, waiting for a pass word with a little frown. He'd have to respond to a riddle, that was easy enough.
"Part of the earth grows lovely and grim with the hardest and fiercest of bitter-sharp treasures--felled, cut, carved, bleached, scrubbed, softened, shaped, twisted, rubbed, dried, adorned, bound, and borne off to the doorway of men--This creature brings in hall-joy, sweet music clings to its curves, live song lingers in a body where before bloom-wood said nothing. After death it sings a clarion joy. Wise listeners will know what this creature is called." The picture in the door said with a smirk, intent on baffling the students this year.
It worked, Toris stood there in wordless brain-cramp agony, before thinking it over and muttering, "Lyre." His shoulders became a bit less tense as the door opened, luckily he didn't really have to solve that one, reading was always a nice thing to have under his belt. He pulled Poland and the prince along with him, in to the Ravenclaw common room, something he at the moment, wasn't at all happy to see. "Feliks, what on Earth happened?" He asked, "Who is this?"  But every winter fears the spring. { D= It took forever to find a good, confusing a** hole of a riddle.)
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:30 pm
  run,XXX hurry,XXX faster!XXX runXXX faster!XXX theXXX streetlightsXXX areXXX on!_____________________________________________________________________________ ︿ ✘ ❤ ✘ ❤ ✘☆ ♫ ℍąʁʊҜɐΊ ЏℯнɒЯa ♬ ♪ ♭ ♪ ✘ ❤ ✘ ❤﹀✿XXXXXLovino blinked and blushed, Poland had put on a....wonderful performance... and aroused the attention of many now giggling girls and boys. that show of naked man and the Feliks that was so confidently riding atop had caused quite and loud buzz that not even the frantic waving and shouting of teachers could completely smother. It had amused Lovino, so ten points for Feliks, but not everyone was so impressed. The Blonde Bully who had let Lovi's puffer take a swim was blushing so hard Lovino was sure the guy'd start nose bleeding, Blonde Bully had one hand over his nose and mouth and was studying the generic patten on his tie.
Lovino was seriously confused, completely jealous and a little angry at Poland, that dumb son of a blonde was so cool! how could he even fathom the idea of jumping on a nude mans back and coming in here? after all there was supposed to be a speech going on, wasn't there? with the head of the school involved and able to see everything! Lovino had stayed quiet through Feliks's little bareback stroll, one of the few people who hadn't started talking or laughing, and planned to remain so. Feliks may be cool and attractive but he was also a complete idiot! way to give yourself a reputation, Barbie! Lovino grumbled to himself not liking the fact that Feliks had made such a scene so early on in the year. he's just like Spain! 'cept less dense, no maybe even more dense!
Lovino dismissed the excitement with a sniffle and wondered what he could do now that that was over, or maybe he should go say something to Feliks...but what would Lovino say?! he could barely think about Feliks without narrating for that stupid blonde... Lovino rolled his eyes under cover of his dark brown bangs, he did this a lot, reacting to his own sarcasm that was left unspoken. with a slight twinge of insecurity Lovino snapped his gaze up and hoped no one had seen him roll his eyes at his inner conversation with himself.
Lovino kept starring at Feliks, with occasional looks over at Finalnd- the guy hadn't waved back or even acknowledged him! but Lovino didn't completely mind, it wasn't like Finland to be rude so Fin must not have seen him wave. yeah, that's it!
Lovino wondered how Feliks stayed so cute, how much make-up did he wear? would it help me with my awful appearance? maybe Feliks can teach me how to put on make-up! despite himself Lovino was getting a little excited, just think, make-up advice from the one and only Barbie beautiful cross dresser himself! but Lovino didn't want anything major... just a little mascara some eyeliner-maybe blush- and lipstick or lip gloss. if it was summer vacation or if they had any chance of wearing anything but the uniform Lovino would ask for fashion tips, what he wore usually consisted of black jean shorts and a long baggy band t-shirt-nothing appealing enough to even qualify for, what Lovino expected to be called, Polands' fashion academy.hmmm I wonder how long the entrance exam would be? Question one:
Lovino kept daydreaming and wondering how good that boys hair must smell if Feliks wouldn't take his damn face out of it. Lovino's fingers were absently tapping a little rhythm on the table with the movements of Beethoven's fifth and the beat of drums combined into one, not nice to listen to, fairly annoying, quirk Lovino had picked up sometime in the summer. Lovino continued this before getting restless and standing up, he walked over and sat down next to Finland. in a tone a little more forceful and threatening than intended Lovino struck up a conversation "I waved." Lovino began his voice borderline accusing and angry "I thought since we're both in Hufflepuff we can both get along"Lovino had taken on the role of the GodFather, talking with his hands and lowering his voice as if he had a cigar hanging out one side, this is when Lovino would stop and slowly take a drag to suspend his menacing self over the head of his victim. as if Finland would be afraid of Lovino and his mafia accent and rough speech, Lovino's like a pomeranian, his bark is so so so much worse than his bite. "but you didn't see it, so I though I ought to take a walk down 'ere and see ya. I don't actually know your name though, Finland." Lovino was ecstatic under his mask of stern Italian gangster, he was talking without stuttering or over thinking about his puffer! Lovino rested one elbow on the table and leaned on it careful not to knock over the glass of water, Lovino cricked one side of his mouth up in a smirk but figured it looked goofy and blushed a little. caught up in the moment and thrill he was getting Lovino added something else before putting out his hand and offering a handshake"Let's have a good year, ifya know what I mean. Finland."
Lovino hoped Finland didn't feel the same about handshakes as he did, for barely thirteen the thought of a formal handshake felt so...grownup and awkward. so formal and...almost completely weird. who does that anymore anyway?
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XXXXXandXXX justXXX whatXXX wouldXXX happenXXX if XXXyouXXX weren'tXXX homeXXX beforeXXX dawn?
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:47 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 6:58 pm
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Haiti smiled as he entered the Great hall, he always loved his time at Hogwarts, even though he did know quite a bit of magic on his own. His country was known for many things, other then being poor and an earthquake target, his country was know for Voodoo. Although Voodoo is a dark magic, most of what he used it for was healing. His country was very poor, and health care was almost none existent. The voodoo magic was needed for healing, if his people had any chance of surviving. The fact that he mostly used the dark art for healing, didn't mean he couldn't do a pretty good hex however. He may be a frail country on his own, but his magic isn't something to reckon with.
Haiti made his way to the Hufflepuff table, only stopping to look back as he heard Poland burst in and the reactions he got from many of the others in the large seemingly open ceiling room. He only chuckled and shook his head, he was more interested in the idea of the amount of food he was going to eat when it was all served. The food was something he looked forward too, it was much different then the rice and beans he ate back home. Haiti sat himself down near the end of the table, he fit pretty well in the small spot. He looked around for anyone he knew, he picked out many of the other nations, but no one he knew well. He was used to not having too many friends at Hogwarts, he knew that not very many people knew him anyways, he supposed he was somewhat of the Canada of the Caribean. Did anyone even know I existed before the earthquake...? Haiti asked himself as he smirked. He doubted it. It was nice though, when everyone ran to his rescue, for once he was in the spotlight. It had faded now though, and so had the funding, he hadn't received most of the money that was pledged to him anyways. Through all this though, he had been rebuilding, and it was going pretty well considering. Food was still a problem, which brought the small nation back to his first thought. When the hell is the food coming...?
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 7:19 pm
Feliks and gravity were never the best of friends. In fact it was a miracle that he'd been able to stay perched on Frederick's shoulders all the way up to the dorm. So when the prince kinda bent over to get through the doorway it was clear Feliks's luck was up. He lost his grip and tumbled backwards; landing with a quite audible 'oof'. Also, managing to painfully jar his head in the process.
Frederick was torn between wanting to cheer now that his back was no longer in danger of being broken and scrambling to help Poland. He decided instead to stutter a little bit as Feliks heaved himself off the ground. Because, that's what real men do in a crisis.
"What was that for?" Feliks moaned, already in the throes of awesome hair withdrawal, and then proceeded to wave off any answer to that question. Frederick, soon realizing that Feliks didn't really care what he had to say, grumbled and went silent. He contented himself with sulking in the background.
Poland then turned to Toris, "Oh well, when I left the carriage the castle decided to like, be all confusing again so I was walking around, being all like sad and stuff when Slimy..."
"Frederick," the Prince interjected from his corner, which was currently spontaneously producing cobwebs.
"So when Freddy here was totally being all cute and..."
"Frederick."
Poland spun around to glare at the man who was oh so rudely interrupting him and continued with deadly emphasis, "When Freddy was like trying to cheer me up and it was totally adorable so I kissed him." Feliks was now turned back towards Toris and recounting his actions as if they were the most dully obvious and logical thing in the world. I mean, who wouldn't kiss a toad that you found in a crate, on a dirty train, dusted with glitter and slime? Poland was pretty sure Toads didn't have diseases so no harm done, right?
Gesturing vaguely towards the entire room Feliks said, "And then this happened, it's totally like an improvement though." Feliks promptly groped Frederick's backside, and an even prompter blush covered the Prince's face. "I mean between the hair and the a** it's like, impossible to get a better catch. You wanna feel?"
Frederick let out an undignified choking sound, and desperately wished for pants. Also maybe a trip back a few hundred years where the worst thing that could happen was an axe in the skull.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 7:52 pm
Toris,
The nights may be cold now... "Feliks... I don't want to feel his a**..." He said, face flushing, because he totally did, who wouldn't? An a** like that could turn heads in a hetro bar. "I'm sure... he has a nice a**, but it's a little bit rude to go around grabbing it, now please..." He said, walking over and placing a hand on the other male's shoulder. "Let's go to our room and get him some pants or at least a skirt that might fit him until we find pants that will."
Toris felt bad for this man, but he knew what he was going though, the confusion, suffering, wanting to roll around and kick and scream... But they both seemed to know better. Giving a little sigh, he pulled the two along, not caring if Poland was dragging poor Fredrick by the a** at the moment, what ever worked was fine.
"I might... have a pair of over sides sweat pants or something, Fredrick..." He said, already hating the man's name, he'd probably wind up calling him... 'hey you', or not addressing him by a name, just looking at him when he spoke to him.
After a moment or so he found their room, unluckily for Fred, neither hall showed which way the girls or boys dorms were, because people were expected to know, if you couldn't tell right from left you were just a dumb a**. Feliks could be one of those dumb asses, but it didn't matter...
Opening the door to their room he smiled when he saw a growling cage on his bed, "Hello, Puddles," He cooed, walking to his luggage as to dig through it and find pants. But every winter fears the spring.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 8:42 pm
"Oh c'mon Toris! You know you totally want to!" Feliks whined, trailing after the two as they followed Lithuania's. He ignored the mumbled protests from Frederick in favor of explaining to Lithuania, in detail, exactly what he was missing out on.
"I mean, without even feeling it you can like see how firm it is. He's wearing baggy robes and it's still totally defined! And when you like, squish it it's got the perfect amount of give but your still thinking daaaaamn this guy must work out. I bet Freddy like, bicycles 8 hours a day!"
"Actually I was a mighty warrior prince whom spent all day in grueling training with sword and shield. Defending my lord's lands throughout the seasons while preparing to become king my-"
"When are you going to get a chance like this again? Most of these wizard types are totally flabby from being pansies and depending on magic. Freddy has cheeks of a real man!"
The Prince gave up trying to assert himself as someone important to the general plot. As Feliks rambled on, Frederick sighed and went to go dully peer over Toris's shoulder. He only admitted it in the deepest recesses of his sparkly noble brain, but... He really didn't like his designated 'princess'. He almost wished to be back to his toady self, even if Frederick couldn't remember at all what it felt like to be one. Except for right after he turned into a toad he has no memory of the event.
He does in fact remember quite clearly the witch telling him that unless he stayed dedicated to the lovely maiden that eventually rescued him he'd turn back into a toad, or worse.
The prince groaned, realizing the life he was now doomed too. Where the hell was the booze in this place?
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 8:56 pm
Toris,
The nights may be cold now... Toris promptly began to tune the both of them out with humming, not wanting to know more about a**, not wanting to listen to assertions of crap like that. Crap like... this dude was a prince? A Prince Warrior person?He found a pair of pants that would be a bit small length wise, but other than that fine because they were baggy on Lithuania. Handing the man the pants he tuned back in to reality.
"A lot of the quidditch players have firm asses, Feliks, if I ever feel the need to grab someone's a** I'll wait for them to line up and then see who's is the firmest." Toris said, of course he was being sarcastic, something that only happened at the end of a long day in a rather frustrating conversation like so... Talking about butts and all that dirty stuff.
With a huff he looked to the prince, who looked like he was wearing a bath robe and sweat-pants, so he dug thought and found a pajama top sweater thing that sort of matched, it just had a adorable teaddy-bear scrawled on the front... Work of Feliks, first year, yes he'd kept it, after all, it was to ******** warm not to keep.
"We should probably join the others for dinner..." He pointed out, not bothering to mention the fact he was hungry because his stomach giving a growl of agreement made it obvious. But every winter fears the spring.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2010 9:38 pm
"Hmph, well, if you ever get the Quidditch team to line up for you you better invite me." Poland trailed off, keeping silent for once as he wandered around the room while Frederick was getting dressed. Looking back to see that the Prince had awkwardly managed to put on the unfamiliar clothes and was offering Feliks his robe back; the Pole almost sourly went to go put it back on.
Arranging it to his liking Feliks mumbled to himself. "It was such a cute skirt too, stupid dress code. Totally ruining my outfits..." He turned to look critically at Frederick. Scanning the Prince up and down Feliks came to the conclusion that something was off.
So to fix that he cheerfully tied a bright pink ribbon onto Frederick's hair, securing it into a perfect bow. His wonderful beautifying session was interrupted however, by the simultaneous act of Lithuania's stomach growling and Frederick's seemingly inexhaustible stream of grumbled complaints starting up again.
"Aw man, don't tell me you like, haven't eaten all day or something?" Feliks looked at Toris with something bordering concern. "Well in that case, let's go!" Feliks who suddenly became cheery again, looped his arm through Frederick, whom had now devolved into background noise, and yanked him rather sharply towards the exit. The prince in a moment of panic, clutched at the nearest available thing to keep himself from falling, which happened to be Toris.
So that's how they traveled back to the dining hall, the blond miraculously managing both to drag two people and not getting lost on the way there. To bad that achievement was offset by the fact that by the time they got there the only available spot that would fit the group was more or less right across from Yao.
Feliks stopped dead in his tracks.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 6:10 am
  Russia║Ivan Braginski Slytherin~♥ Здравствуйте {{ Ivan felt his smile grow wider as the tears fell down Latvia's face... it always brought him joy to see the boy cry... he was like his own cute little stress reliever~♥ "Da~ hello, i wish i could have found you on the train.... vhere vere you da?" He said, giggling and placing his hand on Latvia's head, pushing down a bit.
The Russian was so caught up in playing with his friend that, he didn't notice the final kid being called to a house, and, the feast beginning. But, finally, the smell of food caught up with him, and, he removed his hand from Latvia's head. "It looks good da~" he said, eying his plate hungrily.
}} Станьте один с Россией [[ Outx Ofx Vodka- gah, sorry for short posts, gonna work on my fanfic today, so, trying to finish rps quick. ]]
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xXThisNOONAisBACKXx Captain
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:31 pm
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☠✚нαι†ι✚☠
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Haiti smiled widely as the feast began, just the smell of the food excited him to no end. Even though all the food was english cooking (it was pretty high quality, for english food), he loved it. He dug right in to his food immediately, barely stopping to chew. He hadn't eaten anything for a bit now either, he hadn't had anything on the train ride there, he had no money to spend on things like that. He didn't have money to spend on anything really. His uniform, his books, pretty much everything he had needed for Hogwarts had been given to him, or bought at an extremely low price. He couldn't even afford to buy an owl or any other normal pet, for the past few years he had been sneaking a pet fruit bat he had caught back home into the school. He was the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere at best, and at worst, which he was now since the earthquake, he was really bad off. He had no money, he was weak, and he shouldn't have even been at the school, he should have been back home rebuilding what was left of his shattered country. He needed to get away though, he had been around too much suffering to take it much longer. He knew that he could manage at the school, as long as he could keep himself healthy enough. I'll manage, I've been able to walk without crutches, and my bones and wounds have been healing, slowly, but healing He thought to himself as he totally finished his plate. Maybe with all this food I'll be able to get some skin on these bones... he then thought as he poked at his protruding ribs.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 3:46 pm
((Finland @__@...please say something to me....I've been tryin to get your attention! @ n @;; I can't post til you say SOMETHING!))
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2010 4:30 pm
,.-~*´¨¯¨`*•~-.¸-(_AN¯|¯ONIØ_)-,.-~*´¨¯¨`*•~-.¸
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º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸España°º¤ø,¸¸,ø¤º°`°º¤ø,¸ Spain ran into the Great hall quickly, he was late and he knew it.
It must have been that left turn, instead of the right... oh well~ He thought to himself as he ran to his table and looked around for people he knew. He spotted Haiti, the small nation had been a colony of his for a short time, he also saw Marina. He waved to her, then looked around for a free seat. As he looked his gaze landed on his favorite Italian, who at the moment seemed to be pestering Finland mafia boss style. "Lovi~! Hola!" He called to him over the students laughing and talking around him. He looked around again and found the empty spot where Romano had been sitting. He happily made his way over and plopped himself down in the seat. If Lovino wanted to sit there, he would have to sit on the Spaniards lap.  gwyfrgfygrygf gwyfrgfygrygf
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