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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 3:03 pm
A pure and noble cause... ...needs a pure and noble heart. No one believes I have one. c н ι η α █ ███ █████ ███████ █████████ China let out a displeased sigh..Korea and Saundra were doing nothing but fighting and making trouble..Renshu doubted if they would really be useful in the battlefield..Especially Saundra..She would just Rush an attack on the Dane without even thinking a fight strategy but then again it was none of his business..If she wanted to get herself killed then attacking Dane was the right thing to do..he clearly was stronger than Scotland... Still China couldn't help but sneer"Don't take Denmark easy...He is stronger than he might look and he won't fall for dumb tricks aru...." As Russia mentioned weapons China smirked..He had plenty of those"My weapon of choice is a type 81 assault rifle...Easy to handle,easy to use..."and as Russia mentioned food supply China answered"Rice" Because simply Rice was the most practical and easy food supply..He had literally tons of it █████████ ███████ █████ ███ █ ┍xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┑ Kneel in silence, alone
My spirit bares me
Pray for guidance, towards home
In darkest hours
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 3:30 am
   ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ɢᴏιɴɢ ʙᴇнιɴᴅ ᴛнᴇ ʟιɴᴇsｉｔ'ｓ ａ ｆｉｇｈｔ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕｒ ｌｏｖｅ  xxSaundraxFindlayxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ☣ xxxxxxxxx☣ xxxxxxxxx☣ Saundra's bones were stiff with fear and slowly pushed her chair back to relieve herself. However it didn't change the fact that the pencil was still sticking between her eyes. Tch. Why must she listen to these other countries? Korea pissed her off, China was lecuring her, and England was...
She was just being plain out dull.
The Scot huffed, peering up at Alice with sharp eyes for a split second. Weapons and food, that Saundra would rather not mention after how she'd been treated.
A dark red bead trickled from the fault between the pencil and the girl's skin, making her lift a hand to wipe it away. But even so, one after another oozed sickly out, and even made it to her lips where she soon licked the irony liquid away.
"Tch..."
Her fingers curled around the pencil and yanked it forcefully out of her head, the skin quickly regenerating over the wound. She was being kicked out wasn't she? Her gaze came to rest on the bloody wooden instrument and soon tucked it neatly behind her ear. Then resting an elbow against the table, Saundra fit her cheek slowly into her palm and threw a glance to Russia.
A smile graced her lips, but still she didn't reply. Out Of Charater
orz
I'm sorry... I didn't really understand if Russia threw the pencils at them or something... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. ;A ;
EDIT;;
I edited. :3I won't stop until his blood rains from my hands.
Until then, I will fight for ownership.
I will fight that damned dog and win your love.
My little mind-slave~
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 7:16 am
[[OOC| She did, she did. She chucked it at their heads. :3 I'm sorry for not being clear enough ^ ^; ]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 27, 2010 1:26 pm
Welcome to the sσℓ∂ιεя sι∂ε They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home Here to serve and lead- GεRMαNу ═══════════════════════════╗  7...8...
The counting echoed off the walls. Liesel panted as she did the push-ups. No! She needed to be in better shape. There was a war coming up. She couldn't afford to be weak.
9...100!
She let herself slump on the floor. Turning over on her back, she sighed and stared up at the ceiling. It had been an eventful week...
"So...you've finally gotten around to it?" Germany could hear England's voice. Russia in turn giggled. Momentarily pausing out of curiosity, Liesel stopped to listen.
"Da. We are going to have a war now."
She dropped the box she was carrying out of shock. This couldn't be! Dashing down the hallway, she realized it could be. And it would. So she was going to stop it. She called up everyone, and many replied to her plea. But not enough.
No time for dilly-dallying. She walked over to her make-shift conference room, and peeked in. Everything was in place. Staring at the crackers and toppings she set out, Germany sighed inwardly. Normally, indulgences were not encouraged. But, if they were going on rations, she might as well. Jogging around the corner and into the front hallway, she awaited her fellow Allied nations.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:35 am
 Nonxxxxx sono il - v i g l i a c c o !
Lo - d i m o s t r a r o - lei
Nonxxxxxxxxxxxxx sono debole !
C a m b a t t e r a r o - per lei I'm notxxxxx the - c o w a r d !
I'll - p r o v e - it to you
I'm notxxxxxxxxxxxxx weak !
I'll - f i g h t - for you ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦◦◦◦◦◦◦xxxxxx⇛ S υ ɗx I т α ℓ і α ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Guerra, è vero? [War, is it true?
Romano supposed he should have seen this coming. With such greedy and powerful nations, none whom had properly experienced wars in their young years, it was inevitable.
The Italian stared at his own reflection, now he was fully clothed in what used to be his father's uniform - the beige desert uniform with red shirt and navy-blue tie.
Nervous laughter escaped his lips. What was to become of them now?
'War? You're not getting involved, are you? Why bother? It's pointless and knowing you you'll get blown to bits!'
'Ha! Rich coming from you, papa! You just ran away whenever the enemy came!'
'I-... I never taught you that, coglione, listen! That was zio Feliciano, not me!'
"Grazie, papa..." He supposed that was his father's way of saying he was worried for him, but he'd never once voiced feelings of love for his son so doubts continued to run through his mind. He didn't care, Alvaro had the title of South Italy now and he was going to change everyone's views on Italian spirit! It was going to be difficult when he had to walk in his father's shoes.
Alvaro was brave enough. He hoped.
He was strong enough. He could only hope that were true too.
But he was going to fight and he wasn't going to run away!
The Italian wondered the streets of Germany's house. He never thought he'd see himself with an alliance with Germany, but Germany was fighting for the right reasons. He found his way to the conference room and paused at the doorway. He took a deep breath because he knew that once he entered he couldn't turn back.
"Ciao, Germany." Alvaro spoke solemnly as he entered.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 9:52 am
I'll take what I'm owed Is there a - m i s u n d e r s t a n d i n g - ?  H a v o cxxx andxxx C h a o s ~ . These children just won't behave, will they? My old foe/my new ally - at times of W A R - General Winter~
He's not my only ally, da?  До свидания
До свиданияxxxxx
До свиданияxxxxxxxxxx For Father
для Росси́я
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"Okay." Russia spoke simply and her eyes kept fixed on the Scot.
Foolish.
Disobedient.
"We don't like disobedient, do we?" Liliya muttered to herself, or what appeared to be herself, outloud.
Was this going to work? She would have to pretend for now, that she cared about these nations' motives and she would have to pretend that she could tolerate working with them, because god forbid, if they tested her temper...
"Weapons." she repeated, airily, although the repetition was a little pointless, "If you need supplies, Russia will help you~"
The girl picked up a large bag that she had been hiding underneath the desk. A peculiar stench emitted from it as she unzipped it revealing only a few faint glimmers of metal, not all were visible and the first object pulled out was a rather battered lead pipe.
The Russian half hugged it, smiling childishly at the others.
[[OOC| Um, when can we move out and is there anything you guys have discussed about the story line? Feel free to give suggestions for Russia's plans because it's quite difficult coming up with another plan on how to rule the world :3 Feel free to disobey Russia if you dare~
Sorry this post kinda fails and my Italy one was too long n_n;]]
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 11:52 am
 I will not bowI will not breakI will not fallnor fade████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxᴅ ᴇ ɴ ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ᴋDenmark walked into the room with an violent air surrounding him. Little shreds of paper fluttering from his military uniform as he moved to his seat. He placed his father's axe against the table and sat down his eyes hard and cold. A side Theo would never see unless his love was on the battlefield. The small pieces of paper where written in Icelandic, a letter from Iceland's prime minister and a letter from Iceland himself along with a beat up looking little puffin. The letter from the Minister was that Iceland was joining Russia and some reason about for the good of the country. The letter from Iceland told a much sadder tale. He didn't want his family to suffer like this and he was going to make sure that there was going to be hell to pay. He may not have mystic powers like Norway and some from Iceland, the little nation was still learning after all, but he had tactics and weapons and he knew how to use them. "How many others are with us?" He asked as he saw Germany and Alvaro. Just two for the moment and he hoped that there would be more to come. This no matter what would not be able to stop Russia and her crew. ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ For back at homeI have a loveI have a familyI have things I need to protect
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 12:46 pm
Welcome to the sσℓ∂ιεя sι∂ε They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home Here to serve and lead- GεRMαNу ═══════════════════════════╗
Liesel looked up to see none other than South Italy. She had been suprised when he had agreed to join her, as they did not get along very well. But, she needed all the help she could get. She wasn't complaining. He greeted her in Italian, and she replied, "Guten morgan, South Italy." He was solemn, which was rare for the energetic, moody Alvaro. Denmark entered the room looking violent. It was no surprise that they were all upset. They were having a war, and Iceland was being forced on the enemy's side to boot. He inquired about the other allies. "Well, other than us three, there's Hungary, Bosnia, Herzegovina, Latvia....and someone else." Frowning, she was disturbed by her sudden memory blank. She was one of the most organized people there were in the world. This shouldn't happen to Germany! Liesel rifled through some papers, detailing the calls and answers about the allies. Finally, she found it. Grimacing, Germany realized it was no surprise she forgot the person she did. It was one of her most distuinguishing features. "Canada. Canada is an ally too. Though, I hope, more people will choose our side than that of Russia's. The others will be here soon, I hope, so you may take a seat."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 12:49 pm
┏ You are weak but stay as you are ┓
Can you hear?
My Rusty voice cries out to you
Can't make it into words,but I want to feel you now
Tomorrow
Deeper than the deep sea that I can't see,deeper
Deeper deeper I sleep tomorrow
The things I can't forget are too painful
┗ What words,what voice will you use to talk to us? ┛
`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´  The twins were running to the meeting..They were late due to the fact that they decided to join the war in the last moment..At the start Sejo had insisted for them to stay out of this and be neutral but Meho..He knew if they wouldn't fight then the results wouldn't be any diffrent from WW1 or WW2..They had to fight,they had to protect their people even if it coasted their lives but most importantly they had to protect their union..They swore to protect each other with their lives because Bosnia is nothing without Herzegovina and Herzegovina is nothing without Bosnia..If they got separated all hell could break lose..They had sworn to fight until the end for everyone who had faith in them and for eachother..
They had already a few things planned out..Bosnia was gonna provide medical support and etc while Herzegovina was planing to go into the battlefield and fight..It made Sejo worry..He didn't want his brother to get hurt or killed..The idea scared him so he was still trying to convince him not to fight..To this very moment his attempts seem futile so he himself is considering perhaps to go and fight eye to eye with the axis..
Sejo and Meho ran in the room"We apologize for being late.."Herzegovina said and Bosnia bowed his head slightly"We decided to join you guys in the last moment.."Bosnia stepped ahead of his brother a bit and murmed"This is gonna be one tough war.."..They were gonna face russia of course it was gonna be tough..
`•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´ `•.¸¸.••´´¯``•• .¸¸.•´  Bosnia I close my eyelids as I know I'm alive [using the T123 layout because I like this layout very much and I didn't get to use it much except once =_=]
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:16 pm
Welcome to the sσℓ∂ιεя sι∂ε They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home Here to serve and lead- GεRMαNу ═══════════════════════════╗
The slavic twins ran into the room, speaking. Amazingly, they seemed to not ber out of breath. They apologized for their lateness, and stated the obvious. Well, it was the obvious to Germany anyway. The war was going to be tough, and they had almost not joined. "Don't worry. You're not that late." Even she, Liesel, was a little upset over this war, and was a little relenting. But, that could be the case no longer. She needed them to step it up. "This is simply a meeting to organize, but future tardiness could cost lives." This was no time for simply fooling around. This was war, when seconds were vital, and absence could be the equivalent of loss, or worse yet, death.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:24 pm
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xxε  ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ Shoes squeaked as Anne turned around the corner. She was dashing to the meeting at Germany's house. She had been so nervous that she hadn't slept the past night, and then fell asleep on her desk and overslept. It was highly embarassing. There! She spotted Liesel's house as she turned the corner. It was large, gray and rather imposing. Taking no mind, she flung open the doors and dashed into the conference room. "I'm so sorry I'm late." Panting, she looked around. Germany looked at her, disapproving. Bosnia and Herzegovina were also near the doorway, and inside the room was an angry looking Denmark and -solemn?- Italian. She thought of asking what was wrong, but decided against it. It was perfectly obvious. There was a war going on, that's what was wrong. She sat in her seat and sighed. These guns are just a вιт too much for this girl;
and
These sorrows are just a ℓσт too sad for me.
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 1:52 pm
 MelissaWilliams "And then I said..." The embodiment of Canada quietly walked in the corridors of Germany's hallways. She was surprised at how fast she could arrange a flight to Germany. And what's even more amazing was the speed. The light padding of Kumajirou's paws resounded in the hallway. Looks like she was late again, it was something she had gotten from her dad. Before she left, she had met with the Prime Minister and the head of the Canadian Armed Forces. She was sure that they were ready, and if they weren't, they vowed to get ready. She felt that they were. Melissa knew, you can't hide anything from the embodiment of a country. Canada yawned, time difference... she thought. Her bear tired of walking and pulled on her pants. She looked down at Kumajirou and her attire. She was wearing her father's old military uniform. Thick outer white jacket, plain beige uniform under and black boots. Both her father and her hoped that this day would've never come. Both silently knew that it would happen. Her eyes closed as she remembered the dialouge from her father and her own conversation;
"Who finally snapped?" Her father was curious to wonder who did snap, causing yet another world war.
"Just Russia." Melissa replied non-chantly, wondering what her father would reply next.
"Thought so. Good luck. The previous Russia was one sonofabitch. He wouldn't go down for long." Her father smiled a sympathetic smile, as they both knew that it wouldn't be easy.
"Wow dad. Thanks." Her long sigh came about as she boarded the flight to Germany, her nerves taking over her. Would Russia be that hard to beat?!
Slowly, she reopened her eyes, recounting every last detail of her chat. She nodded and quietly, she picked up her bear and pushed up Ottawa, she didn't need her capital falling. Slowly she spotted the room where the meeting was being held. She sighed and pushed open the door, finding 5 nations already seated, herself being the sixth. "Sorry I'm late." Her face deadpanned and removed all emotions from her face. Quietly, she took a seat at the further edge of the table, placing her bear near her feet and letting it take a nap.
[ooc]Whew, long post. Uh yes. Matt is a badass in disguise. :D[/ooc] "...And that's what happened. I swear."
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2010 3:44 pm
 LxxxxAxxxxTxxxxVxxxxIxxxxA I'm Not Who I Might Seem At First Glance
Don't judge a book by it's cower ┏xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┓
Why should it matter?
Your dreams of a child
Innocence is gone
Only fear to play with
Faces are changing but nothing is changing the pain.
Too late.
Two steps I take get closer and
...and one more breath I take sends me further back.
┖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ┚ ██████████ ██████████xxx█████████████████████████████████
Latvia had reached the building the meeting was supposed to take place..He took a deep breath and put on a fake humble smile..He couldn't make the others suspicious that he was a traitor so he had to act like he usually did..Little did they know that Little Latvia will be the reason they'll loose the war..He will report their every step even before they will take it...Kārlis wondered what his father would say to him if he was alive..He would probably scold him and tell him that what he doing isn't right..But there isn't any right or wrong for the Latvian..Not anymore..Everything in his mind had become one big mess..
Kārlis opened the door and walked into the meeting room with a humble smile on his face"I'm sorry I'm a bit late..I got caught up by a few circumstances"He said quietly and walked to take a seat..He let out a tired sigh and smoothed back his blond hair..
██████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████ In Your Mind There's A Memory Hard to Find
Blinded By Pain And Sorrow
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 9:29 am
Nonxxxxx sono il - v i g l i a c c o !
Lo - d i m o s t r a r o - lei
Nonxxxxxxxxxxxxx sono debole !
C a m b a t t e r a r o - per lei I'm notxxxxx the - c o w a r d !
I'll - p r o v e - it to you
I'm notxxxxxxxxxxxxx weak !
I'll - f i g h t - for you ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦ ◦◦◦◦◦◦◦xxxxxx⇛ S υ ɗx I т α ℓ і α ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Several nations coming in at staggered times, all claiming to be late. Heh, hopeful.
The moment Germany mentioned 'tardiness could cost lives' a slight shiver ran through his spine. This was real. Any mistake he made, any useless, hot-headed action could really mess things up. No pressure, Romano.
He wasn't scared.
"Eh, and they call Italian's unorganised! Fanculo! It's a war and you idiots wonder in like it's a carefree day!" He swiped the air leaving a clenched fist at his side. His stare fell upon each of the nations; Denmark, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Latvia... Canada, Hungary... this atmosphere was making the Italian snappier than usual, but he immediately tried to retract it. He had to learn to get along with his allies.
"Uh-- I.. forget it," Alvaro sighed, ran his fingers through his hair, his hand was shaking, "Germany, what's the plan?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 29, 2010 1:05 pm
Welcome to the sσℓ∂ιεя sι∂ε They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find no truth
He's never going home Here to serve and lead- GεRMαNу ═══════════════════════════╗
Liesel gave a long, hard look at the two newcomers. Apologies wouldn't fix anything. This was important, and as the Italian said, one does not simply stroll into a war meeting. One is prompt, and on time. It was getting ridiculous. The baltic inquired what their plan of attack was."Yes. Well, please take a look at this board."
At the front, she had an old-fashoined slate board. Turning it over to reveal writing, she tapped it with a pointer.Types of Warfare:
Trench
Guerilla
Air
Pyschological
Naval
Chemical
Biological
Nuclear "Now, not all of these are available to us, or logical." She grimaced at some of the ones on the board. She had put them up there anyway, because one shouldn't hide from something just because it was ugly. Then, after writing for awhile on the board, she stood away from the slate to show the edited board. Types of Warfare:
Trench
-Impractical
Guerilla
-Best
Air
-Useful
Pyschological
-Not useful against current enemy
Naval
-Useful
Chemical
-Useful, but only in certain situations
Biological
-Uncontrolable
Nuclear
-Avoid She then went on to explain on trench warfare. It was a rather simple plan, really. "Naval and and air will be useful when the time comes, but for direct combat, our best bet would be guerilla. We strike in short, powerful bursts, to weaken or capture the enemy. They will probably use this too, but we will have good defenses." She winced at the familiarity of this tactic, but that was war.
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