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 Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 8:26 pm
  Sr. Romero ValentínRepública Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
As Romero approached the pool, he heard some noises coming from it. This seemed to be an odd time for anyone to be swimming, he thought wryly, as splashing sounds accompanied the voices. Clearly, Juliana hadn’t left, and she was accompanied by at least two other males as well. Venezuela obviously hadn’t had to worry because Brazil’s natural charm had defended her already.
He walked in through the gates and found Juliana chatting with Ludwig and Alfred. Romero smiled politely at them both, but discreetly rotated his sword belt around so that his saberwas hidden behind his thigh and not so visible a threat to the other nations. He didn’t know if they had seen whatever it was that had left those scale marks in the park, or if Juliana had told them about it, so it was best not to look like he was out for blood. “Hola, Juliana, Ludwig, Alfred,” he greeted, approaching the first two. “What happened in the park?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 9:13 am
 Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorLuis Esteban followed his elder brother to the pool. There he spots Juliana, along with a few other people. He was happy to see that she was safe, but what in the world happened?{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: ) Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2012 6:48 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 "The Conrolling Junior" Head Disciplinarian
Security Secretary of the Anime Club
Forced Member of the Host Club Ludwig held a hand out and took Juliana's so that he could work as a guide dog (haha, get it? Because he loves dongs s much?) and keep her from getting any more harmed than she already had been that night. He had even taken her phone from her so that he could text Romero and let him know she was at least safe and would be staying at his dorm for the night like she had asked. He wouldn't lie, he felt it would be wrong to lie and say she had gotten drunk and was spending the night at his dorm. He had a feeling that, if anything, that might make him worry more just because Ludwig knew he didn't exactly have a reputation for being a "kind and gentle" person despite how he typically avoided fighting (with other students) this year. But, as it turned out, there was no need for that as Ludwig saw two men approach and figured one of them had to be the Romero tat Juliana had been talking about earlier. He slicked his hair back some and sighed slightly, knowing he was probably about to have to comfort Romero... Plus, now that he thought about it, he was going to have to text Italy and tell him to have Alfred escort him back to the dorm so that the Italian wasn't scared and alone at the pool. He went ahead and handed Juliana her phone back and pulled his own out so that he could text Italy really quickly and let him know what happened. "Gutt evening, Romano vas it? I don't know vhat exactly happened in zhe park, but Juliana is safe now und she vas going to spend zhe night in mein dorm. Speaking of vhich, ve really should get inside. She fell into zhe pool und I don't vant her catching a cold."RandomPrincess~^_^~ "Italy,
It's me, Germany. Listen, a girl was attacked in the park and came running to the pool shortly after you left with America. She was injured and blinded, so she'll be staying with us in our dorm tonight. I've already grabbed the things you left at the pool, so just have Alfred bring you back to the dorm when you are done helping him with whatever it is he's making you do. I should have dinner ready by the time you get back.
Be safe, and stay away from the park tonight."
Also, Kartlos is here, not Alfred. For the past few posts between Al and Feli they've supposedly been in the school halls?  "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 Nov 27, 2012 6:36 pm
 𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ Juliana almost squealed as the strapping, German youth hoisted her up to her bare feet in a single pull of his arm, a consistent grin now dancing across her lips as she heard approaching footsteps. As she heard the clicking of Romero's sword against his belt coupled with the deep voice she had always been fond of, a gasp emitted from the buxom blond's parted lips as she turned around to face him. "Romero~" She exclaimed as her skirt fluttered slightly at the spinning, as well as her golden locks, which finally looked like they were pretty dry at this point. "Sorry I wasn't able to text you fast enough, I had a little accide--!" She began before her phone was placed back in her hand and Ludwig intervened to catch not only Romero--whom Juliana thought was the only one with her besides Ludwig and Kartloss--butLuis as well.
The Brazilian merely giggled as she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, which was still pretty difficult to do with her load of stuff weighing her down somewhat. She blinked her vacant, pale grey eyes in the direction of Romero's voice before following Ludwig's upwards to his face, or at least the direction of his face, noting that he hadn't exactly answered Romero's question. And she didn't want him to worry over her encounter with her Amazonian monster until tomorrow, because for now, it was dark and late and she was tired and still wet from her fall into the pool. So if anything, all she wanted to do was get inside and get warm. "I agree with Ludwig~!" Juliana suddenly chimed it, lifting the hand that held the phone in it as her smile returned to her exotic features followed by a rather cute giggle. "Don't worry Romero-querida, I'll be sure to explain everything to you tomorrow and in excrutiating detail if you so desire." She began as she took a step forward, absentmindedly groping the air for a moment until she found his chest.
Placing her phone back into the abundant cleavage that her coastline so graciously provided her, Juliana then placed her free hands on his shoulders, not really looking him in the eye because she didn't want to notice her blindness if she didn't know if it would go away in the next day or not. "But for now, please just go home and get a good night's sleep okay?" She chuckled softly as she then leaned forward and pulled the Venezuelan into a hug, pressing her coastline against him as she rested her chin against his shoulder. "Eu me preocupo com você também, você sabe." She whispered in his ear before she pulled her head back and released him from the embrace, smiling at him once more before she backpedaled to her place besides Ludwig and Kartlos.
[Out.Of.Rio: "I do worry about you too, you know."]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2012 9:24 pm
Sr. Romero Valentín República Bolivariana de Venezuela ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Romero raised an eyebrow as Ludwig explained that he really knew very little about what happened with Juliana at the park. Something seemed a little fishy about this, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe it was that his nagging suspicions about those rumors had thus far proven themselves too uncomfortably true. After all, Romero’s day had been nothing if not absolutely riddled with the supernatural. Or, as his gaze traveled between Juliana, Ludwig, and Kartlos, maybe it had more to do with Brazil’s oddly vacant expression, so inconsistent with her normal vibrant expression.
The Venezuelan’s attention returned to Brazil as she exclaimed happily at his arrival. His sense of unease did not subside when her vacant gaze remained. While she was smiling and telling him that everything was okay and that she had merely had a mishap with the pool, Romero couldn’t help but glance sideways at Ludwig for clarification and a hint of suspicion that he quickly dismissed. There was, of course, the possibility that Germany himself had done something to Brazil, but her friendly behavior to him contradicted this, and Romero didn’t recall the Nazis being able to cause anything of the sort that seemed to currently afflict his southeastern neighbor.
Romero again turned back to Juliana when she called him querido. The militaristic nation couldn’t quite hold back a small smile at the compliment, so rarely given to him and his ‘kin’. Too, he couldn’t recall what he had done to receive such an endearing nickname. Venezuela might have been satisfied with this and Brazil’s promise to explain everything to him tomorrow in as much detail as he desired if she hadn’t called attention to her new peculiarity by gesturing aimlessly in the air for his chest. Her actions were astonishingly consistent with those of the blind folk he had seen sporadically across his countryside. Had Juliana somehow fallen blind? Was this connected with the strange serpentine scuff marks he had seen in the park? Under the circumstances, this was certainly possible, and even likely. Romero wasn’t willing to drop any notion as too physically impossible anymore, after seeing a goddess, a chimera, and a twice-dead ghost in the space of two days.
The Venezuelan was only slightly mollified by Juliana’s hug and polite command to go home for a good night’s rest. His reluctance to move subsided enough after she whispered to him that she worried about him too that he was willing to comply. Romero nodded uncertainly at Juliana’s words and backed up a step. “Bueno; if you’re sure,” he said, although his tone clearly conveyed his unwillingness to leave her with a relative stranger. "But you need to take care of yourself too, me oye?" Germany probably wouldn’t do anything untoward to her in what seemed to be her moment of weakness, but that didn’t stop Venezuela from fixing the European with a concerned and slightly threatening gaze before leaving. His saber clanked audibly upon his back thigh as he walked away.
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Out of Caracas: Quote error fixed.
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Posted: Wed Nov 28, 2012 2:55 am
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 "The Conrolling Junior" Head Disciplinarian
Security Secretary of the Anime Club
Forced Member of the Host Club Germany didn't seem to pay much, if any, mind to the look Romero gave him. It was a look he was used to by now. He knew he didn't have the most spotless of records with his past, so why should he suspect any one would not automatically assume he'd hurt their friend if he hadn't already? He sighed lightly and closed his eyes, just thankful Juliana had been unable to catch the glance since he knew she would have either seen it as suspicious and had doubts of trusting him-- which there was no cause for such-- or she might have gotten mad at the Venezuelan for his actions and possibly even chastised him for it-- which, having to go through that would probably be worse for him than her losing trust in him for no just reason.
Once Romero was gone, Germany once more gently took Brazil's hand into his own to both comfort her that she would be alright-- thank you Italy for finally teaching Germany SOME forms on how not to be a completely terrifying brute 100% of the time-- and gently tugged on her hand in order to lead her back towards the dorms where she could finally warm up. Of course, that wasn't without waving to Kartlos if he chose not to spend the night in his dorm alongside with Brazil.
Out. Of. Chocolate. Cake. :: To the dorm! "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: Wed Nov 28, 2012 8:17 am
Luis Esteban Salazar-CarriedoThe Timid JuniorSomething seemed a bit fishy. Don't people normally get terrified when experiencing something scary? The Argentinean just turned to his brother "Hey, hermano. We should get going."{ Translations:} (Out of Buenos Aires: )Argentine Republic
Republica de Argentina
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2012 2:15 pm
𝔦'𝔳𝔢 ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰
𝔨𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔣𝔬r𝔱𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 ᴅιsᴛᴀɴcᴇ
𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔭 𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔩 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ι'νᴇ sᴡᴏʀɴ 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱
𝔦'𝔪 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 ʟᴏɴᴇʟιɴᴇss ▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ As the two parted finally, Juliana's expression saddened slightly since it was becoming colder outside and her skin was still kissed with a thin layer of condensation from her dip into the pool. "Don't worry Romero, I'm a big girl. I can handle myself just fine~" She told him sweetly as she lifted a hand and ran her fingertips through her bountiful golden curls, untangling any strands that bunched together. And as he glanced to Germany once more, she followed his gaze to the strapping blond and smiled. She was glad that he was going to be there with her in her time of need. It would be just like old times, wait... No, she was probably thinking of someone else. But still, Ludwig was nice enough to help!
As she listened to Romero's clinking sabre fade off into the distance, the buxom Brazilian sighed to herself before she felt someone take her hand. She immediately recognized it as Ludwig's due to its size and feel and squeezed it back as she looked up to him with a smile. Although her vacant stare was still present, she still wanted to show him her gratitude in a way that wasn't being preformed on a bed. But ohh~, did that thought cross the woman's mind a few times... "Okay, I'm ready." She said before the pair left for his dorm along with Kartlos.
[Out.Of.Rio:]
▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬（ Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ）▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬ I'm on my way to believing
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