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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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 Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 6:17 pm
 Oi Oi Vati give me a beer
Oi Oi Mutti, Oi Oi Mutti
I can't forget the flavor
of that wurst I had before Ludwig He sat just outside the door, his back against the wall opposite of where the door would swing open. (He didn't want to end up getting hit by the door when some one swung it open, hence why he chose the other side.) He heard Maureen's voice as she stepped into the hall way. She's probably see that he was sort of almost in a fetal position. Not exactly, that the stance was close to resembling it. He had his knees drawn to his chest, his arms hugging his legs to keep them in place, and his head resting on top of his knee caps as he breathed in and out slowly. He didn't even look up to Maureen as she left the room. Instead, he stayed in his spot, motionless, eyes closed, and mumbled out, "If you're going to be out here, at least grab a book that is music related to read so that way you don't get in trouble." Some how on his way out, he had grabbed his armband and slipped it into place on his left arm so that if any teacher saw him outside the room he wouldn't get in as much trouble. "Also... Please stay close..." To the room. He meant the room, not him. He wasn't in a good mood, but he wasn't wanting a hug or anything from her. He just didn't want her to get into an more trouble than she already had been.
Seeing as he was just outside the room, Romano was still in hearing distance. Honestly, the man didn't need to follow Ludwig. If he really wanted to get to him, he would have just stood in the middle of the room and yelled at him just so that he could really make Ludwig the center of embarrassment. Why did he have to come after Ludwig? One blue eye opened and looked up to Romano, holding no real emotion. If anything, he looked like he was just tired. Well, Ludwig was a little tired. He stayed up pretty late the night before to study some of the subjects he knew he might have problems with. He listened to Romano's threats and anything else he felt necessary to say just to kick Ludwig wile he was down. When he finished Ludwig turned his head and looked up to Romano, saying, "Are you done yet?"
He sat up some and continued to look up to Romano with that same tired expression he had when his face had been buried in his knees. "You think I'm some sort of soulless, terrible monster that is out to make your life miserable and to hurt your little brother. You enjoy pointing out the bad things I've done in the past. What's sad is you don't seem to realize that I don't need your help to know how much wrong I've done. For twenty eight years, I had to see daily the reminders of just some of the many terrible things I have done. For twenty eight years, I was separated by my brother by a wall, a steel and concrete wall with barbed wire and armed guardsmen. I feel guilt every day when I look to France, whose house I took over, Arthur, whose house I bombed, and Alfred, who had hundreds of innocent men killed indirectly because of me, and many other of my neighbors. I'm not proud, and I don't pretend to be proud. Just remember one thing though. You were once allied with me, so anything I did is just as much on your hands. I'm just the one who got labeled the bad guy. So, if you want to go ahead and act like a Dummkopt-- a blockhead-- and get yourself hurt to make me feel like the bad guy, just remember I don't give a damn because no one else will. If anything, I pity you because though I may have few friends, at least I have a few friends." He sat up a little taller, holding his chin a little higher to show he wasn't going to feel inferior to Romano.
"Anything else you would like to say? Perhaps you would like to remind me of the small nations I hurt? Or maybe you'd like to add that I have just paid back the debt from World War One last year? I would love to know what else you know about me since you seem to know everything about me."
Honestly, Ludwig was so annoyed with Romano that he just didn't care right now if Maureen or any one else could hear what he had said. Yeah, it was humiliating to talk about it, but most of them had been there or close enough to it to already know what all had happened way back then. Even if they didn't know already, which he doubted, then they were probably going to hear about it once again this year and maybe next year during History.   "One night, I couldn't sleep well and opened my eyes...to find some strange guy staring at me." "The hell are you doing, Italy!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 6:51 pm
 Romano Lovino Vargas I act rude,
I cuss and I hit.
I'm a mess. Glaring at the German as he spoke, Romano crossed his arms halfway through the males little talk. He stood tall, so that the German knew he wasn't going to bash him down with all this talk. He blinked and stepped back against the wall on the other side of the German. "I didn't want a ******** History lesson, you b*****d.. I just wanted to know what you called me before." His glare was still in place as he walked forward, leaning down so he was eye to eye with the male.
"You say you have at least a few friends.. The only people I see you with is my fratello.. That air head idiot who doesn't see that you will use him for your own good until you don't need an idiot by your side anymore.. And I too, have a few friends... Possibly more than you.. So don't act high and mighty." Moving back, he straightened up and glared at the man again before walking back into the music room. He hated being in classes with that idiot. I never had friends,
and I was always neglected..
Don't blame me.
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 6:57 pm
Maureen O'Mally
"Ireland"
*junior*  Maureen couldn't help but smile a bit when Ludwig told her to stay close, she knew what he ment and hadn't intented to leave because her bag was still in the room. And she didn't really want to go back in for something to read.
And he small smile faded as she lisened to the two boys. The Italien seemed more pissy then she usaly was. And she couldn't help but feel bad for Ludwig, but she dared not make a move toword him. She knew he didn't much like her and she didn't want him to think she was pittying him. She wasn't she just didn't like seeing others sad.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 7:50 pm
Oi Oi Vati give me a beer
Oi Oi Mutti, Oi Oi Mutti
I can't forget the flavor
of that wurst I had before Ludwig Ludwig made sure to keep eye contact, his eyes holding some anger but otherwise keeping the tired look to them. "Fratello is not an idiot. His abilities just lie in impracticality. And you forgot Kiko. Besides, if you have so many friends, then why do you keep talking to only me, some one you can't stand?" Honestly, it wasn't like he only spent time with Romano's little brother. It just so happened that he was the one who usually clung onto Ludwig during, well, practically anything. Literally. The fact that he didn't start the school year by finding the smaller Italian sleeping in his bed next to him had been slightly surprising. But the fact that Romano would even suggest that Ludwig was just using Fratello, his first friend besides his brother, for his own purposes were angering. Maybe after school he should ask his grandfather for a class change or something.
He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall as he ran his fingers to smooth his hair back. He was tempted to check to make sure Maureen wasn't up to anything, but at the same time he knew he didn't need to. He could tell she was close by, even if she wasn't talking. Was she staying quiet for his sake? Well, that was a good thing. The last thing he needed was for any one pitying him or saying something like "You're not a bad person" just to try to cheer him up, especially some one he hardly knew. If he wanted any one to tell him those sort of thigs, it would be his brother or one of his two best friends who would never lie to him. (Even if one was hard to read and the other one was too much of an open book.) "One night, I couldn't sleep well and opened my eyes...to find some strange guy staring at me." "The hell are you doing, Italy!"
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animekittyninja-aka kiki Crew
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Princess Mint the Great Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 8:29 pm
Maureen O'Mally
"Ireland"
*junior* Indeed she was close be. Maureen was leaning agenst the wall with her eyes closed. After a few moments she pushed off from the wall and reentered the room only to exit again this time with a book, and sat near the other student but not too close that it was uncomfortable. Each time the door was opened noise spiled from the interier witch is why she wasn't gona stay inside. She sat quietly and opened the book. She knew company was usaly perfered to non, even if all was quiet. Silence was indeed golden and calming.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:42 pm
 NORGE Someone told me
Fairy tails aren't real... Picking up the violin much like one would carry a weapon over one's shoulder, he wandered around the room for a moment, bow in the hand at his side. There was no way he was really going to try killing someone with something made to either screech or make music... Well, a violin that is, he might hit someone with a female if they were light enough for him to lift in such a way... Unless they cooked well, he was a sucker for a good pastry. Besides that, he was very much fine with hitting people with useless things... Like girls that were infertile or couldn't cook.
If they were light enough that is... In that case he could do the same with boys.
As he wandered he took notice of a male with red hair that seemed to have the same sort of accent as the female that had slapped him before.
They were clearly siblings.
"Your sister is a lunatic," He said to Jack, expressionless as ever. But I already knew...
Because fairies don't have tails.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:51 pm
Jack O'Brian Whadduya want, Yank? Jack nearly growled at the newcomer, annoyed by the sheer lack of expression. Seriously, who didn't express? Everyone expressed. Except, apparently, this gurrier. He hugged his bagpipes closer, just in case. " Oi, mate, watch yourself," he warned, green eyes narrowing once more. " She ain't me sister. 'M not related to that crazy bint. Don't even suggest it, savvy?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 9:56 pm
NORGE Someone told me
Fairy tails aren't real... He nodded in reply, but was still pretty sure that that girl was Jack's sister, even if he didn't want to admit it, in his mind she just was. More than likely because they were both Irish. Which, yes, was very racist of him, but he personally didn't care because he looked like every blond blue eyed Northerner to many other people. "I see." But I already knew...
Because fairies don't have tails.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:10 pm
Jack O'Brian Whadduya want, Yank? Jack couldn't help but just stare at the kid. Was it truly possible to be this expressionless or was he merely -what was the phrase?- trolling? Frankly, the Northern Irishman couldn't care less. With a shrug, he turned, too bored to ignore the other student. " You don't say much, do ya?" He pondered aloud, running a hand through his scruffy red hair. " You Norwegian or something? Yanno I met a Norwegian once. Stole my wallet, he did. I had to chase him all around Belfast until I cornered him in a pub and POW! Took the mickey right outta him. He shoulda seen it coming. Bet he was pissin' blood for weeks," Jack chuckled, shaking his head. So what if he had exaggerated and had, in reality, gone to the police about it. He never actually saw the man who robbed him and never did get his wallet back. Luckily he was five so it didn't matter too much.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:19 pm
NORGE Someone told me
Fairy tails aren't real... The Norwegian was not in any was trolling, he saved that for one of those days where he accepted a date with someone that knew nothing about his home country, so he could pretend he didn't know what a fork was. Other than that he spent most of his time being blunt and rather rude, not at all playing stupid until he felt as though it would be a comical time to do so. He did have a sense of humor, just not one that anyone else seemed to understand at all.
"Not much to say," The blond said as he looked off to the side in such a fashion that made it seem as though he should not only remain expressionless, but suddenly be shirtless and covered in what seemed to be glitter. No matter how much fun that would be, he would never walk around shirtless. "Yes... I am from Norway... but I'm sure you must be mistaking him for a Danish man."
"If he were to urinate blood for that long he would have to be hospitalized." But I already knew...
Because fairies don't have tails.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:27 pm
Jack O'Brian Whadduya want, Yank? Jack couldn't help but grin. The more this fella spoke the more he was beginning to like his quirky attitude. It was certainly refreshing from that one girl's rampage, the obnoxious American, and the uptight German. If his thought process was going any further, he'd have decided he had actually made a friend. And to think, alcohol wasn't even involved (a pity). " Danish, you say?" He mused, rubbing his chin (unfortunately shaven. He had tried to grow a beard once, but it ended up patchy and orange and made him look like he was getting over a particularly horrid bout of acne. Unlike his cousin Scotty who had the beard of a Man, capital M. The fact that Scotty wore skirts, though he insisted they were kilts, did not, regrettably, take away from the Manliness of said beard). " I suppose he could have been Danish. They make fabulous pastries, yanno? The Danes? Mn. Go great with a pint o' the black stuff." He completely ignored the comment about how the man would have to be hospitalized, chalking it up to the Norwegian not knowing expressions.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:36 pm
NORGE Someone told me
Fairy tails aren't real... Of course he knew that Danes made amazing pastries. It was a fact. It was the only reason he put up with his Danish 'friend'. If there was any other person that was not French that could bake like that he would happily bend over any which way for them as to ensure a supply of such treats.
Unfortunately, he'd be beyond screwed over in that department and it looked as though those were the only ones he could get his hands on with out too much socialization. So there he was in such a cruel world, stuck hanging out with a loud drunken Dane ever so often as to b***h at him a bit, get squished in hugs, molested, have a punching bag, and ever so often convince toe bake. The b*****d just should have known what he was craving every time he actually happened to pick up the phone to call him... It should have been a sense by that time that he should just live in the kitchen... But no, the Dane had to go about and have a social life, annoying more people than him.
"They're also ******** irritating." But I already knew...
Because fairies don't have tails.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:38 pm
Jack O'Brian Whadduya want, Yank? Jack looked at the Norwegian dumbly. " But how can they be irritating? They're pastries, mate. Really, what have you been smoking?" He wondered, and then paused. " And where can I get some?" He added after a moment of thinking.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:44 pm
NORGE Someone told me
Fairy tails aren't real... "Not the pastries, the Danes..." He muttered in response, placing the violin down on the table after a moment or two more of just holding it there over his shoulder like one would in a comical old movie after someone ran away from home with a napkin or something attached to a stick that seemed to be filled with what they brought along with them. Of course, he wasn't about to try storing anything inside of the violin, no, no, that would just look ridiculous.
"... Where?" He repeated, mainly to himself as he considered telling the other male about the source from which he got his own pastries. Hopefully... they wouldn't get along... "I have a Danish... acquaintance. The next time he bakes I'll bring something..." But I already knew...
Because fairies don't have tails.
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Posted: Tue Jul 26, 2011 10:48 pm
Jack O'Brian Whadduya want, Yank? Jack stared at the boy wide-eyed. " You....? No, no, no, mate, I wasn't... I wasn't serious. I don't... I mean, I drink, yeah, I love me a good pint, but uh... None o' that other stuff, yanno?" He laughed nervously, pretending he didn't sound like a total p***y. He hugged Erin tighter, slightly awkwardly. " So, uh... Name's Jack," he quickly changed the subject. " Yours?"
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