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 Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 11:44 am
You cannot change the past. Everyone deems this true after all one cannot go back in time. So everyone just keeps moving forward. As for the nations though, the past can help them predict and plan for a better future. So invitation to England’s home may be one for the books. The only thing is what will unfold when everyone arrives? 
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 11:45 am
Rules
Follow the Original RP rules and everything shall be fine!
So let's get this tea party started!!!
Current Time Eras
Dinosaurs
Asian Dynasty
Vikings
Medieval
Renaissance/Crusades
Pirates
Colonial
Mafia (1920's?)
Want to add one? Let me know! :3
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 12:44 pm
 Beowulf hummed as he walked through the streets of London. A fancy looking invite in his hand as he passed people buy. It was a rather nice day in London, not rainy or humid. Something that made it calming. Beowulf wore a red button up shirt with a black coat (since it was still a bit chilly) and a lose tie along with black pants. He had tried his best to look nice but the tie was something he never liked and even though his father had taught him how to tie it properly he always made it lose so it wouldn't scratch his neck. He continued on until the Dane spotted an giant old mansion with iron gates. Something that in folklore was used to keep evil spirits out or something of the sort. He opened the gate with ease and walked down the path way noticing the great yard and garden that England always seemed to be pictured with. He was glad that he was invited here after all it wasn't every day he got to go to London. ((I'm sorry if that's not how people picture England's house! -dies- and yes I did use the viking picture, I thought it would go well with the RP xd ))
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 2:49 pm
 ¿por qué se ríen del pasado··· Raúl was surprised at the lack of rain here in London. If there was anything about England that he had learned from his father, it was that it was the country of rainy cities. He expected a downpour any minute, but to his surprise, the clouds in the sky didn't look like they wanted to splash down upon its citizens today. They were nice and wispy, and he smiled.
"I wonder why he didn't come with me," the newer Spain mused aloud, thinking about his father as he calmly trotted along the sidewalk. Occasionally he'd glance down at his hand, which contained a small notecard with a neatly-typed invitation, its location, and even the custom 'R.S.V.P' at the bottom. ['Répondez, s'il vous plaît' was what it stood for, and he remembered well. It seemed that it was one of the only clean things he'd learned from the previous France.]
"Hopefully it's fun," he soon laughed. England was known for not only its weather, but its people, some of which he knew still clung to the 'punk' stereotype which had reigned here so long ago. Maybe he'd be meeting up with some of those party-goers at England's house... maybe this wouldn't be so boring.
But he had to actually get there first.
Where the hell is Abbey Road? ···y lloran para el futuro?
Raúl Fernandez Carriedo [Ooc| -fails- I'm using a sketch of conquistador!Raúl for now, but I want to color it later... so it's okay. x] I hope this turns out fun~]
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:07 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxT A I W A Nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx( A - Tsai )xi will want to make u l o v e me -- ℓoνє me w / all ur heart ( ♥ )
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxno matter ♂ // ♀ ( or neither )xxi`ll r e a c h → out my hand for u
xxxxxxxxxxi`ll add u to my HEART && treasure you w / my ωнoℓє
xxyou`ll / mean / even MORE !! to me . . .
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthan this world`s greatest ` treasures
xx﹙♥﹚all past ℓιєѕ, HATE, && s a d ness shall then be forgotten . . .A-Tsai had on one of his 'super happy smiles' that he used specifically for 'super happy times'- and this was one of those times. A while before, he had been invited to the conference where he met many new faces and... erm... experienced many new things. A-Tsai's face turned just a little pink, but he managed a shy smile. Well... it was mostly my fault, right? A-Tsai thought, with a little laugh. The fangirls still haven't forgiven him apparantly, since they had always been more active ever since that incident. Luckly, they had become a tad bit more quieter these days, since he paid very careful attention not to do anything that would fuel their thoughts. Somehow... I think all my effort will be wasted once more if I meet all the countries again... it's always like that hm? Oh well... I suppose it can't be helped.
A-Tsai stared up at the sky, and noted the good weather. I remember mother saying that it rained.. a lot... in London... the weather looks nice though, and the buildings are so pretty, and close together and tall as well... not to mention some of the roads are made of stone.. it makes it so fun to walk on, aha~ Taiwan couldn't help but even giggle in his thoughts. He was excited- yes... VERY excited. It wasn't every day that he got invited to go to another country... and he had never been to London alone before. I just hope I don't get lost... A-Tsai thought, as he took out a map.
"Just... go straight.. and... and.. turn there," A-Tsai mumbled to himself, as he glanced at the road before him, and the map, and compared the two. Well... I suppose I won't know until I try... I'll just try asking for directions if I get lost... A-Tsai thought cheerfully, as he started walking. While he walked, he moved his curl to the side, and adjusted his red scarf that he had worn just in case things were colder than he had expected- and good thing he did too! When he was done, he gently started fingering his curl while he walked, and a very light pink color appeared on his cheeks
so please - - TAKE MY HAND // ` love me back !!
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:23 pm
Beowulf grew bored of wandering around the garden, after all he was never one to actually be the first at the door. So he decided to go by the gate and see if he could spot anybody...actually that gave him an idea. With a smile he hid in a bush just inside the gate and waited for another country to walk by.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:25 pm
♫ Melissa Williams ♪
But call me Canada! Oh my, what did she do this time?  One of the perks of being a country? Simple. You get your own private jet. And when you're a nation, you need a jet. You'll fly from country to country, continent to continent attending meetings, parties and whatnot. Just leaving the airport, Melissa had reminded herself of why the heck she was in London, England. Alice, or England, decided to have a party at her place. Or tea party. She laughed at the thought that a girl her age would have a tea party. How old was she? 20? Her polar bear was not there to keep her company because her father had requested that he spend some time with the bear. She couldn't blame him. Kumajirou was too fun, and cute, to resist.
Using a finger to slide 'Ottawa' back in place, she knew Quebec would never stay in place like the other provinces and territories. They would always try to detach themselves from her and become their own country. But in the end, that would never happen, simply because Melissa would never, ever let that happen. Why? Simply because she was Canada, and Canada was not going to let Quebec go after all the freaking work everyone's done for that province.
It was a surprisingly nice day in London. Questions like 'did Alice place a spell on the sky to stop it from raining?' flew into Melissa's mind. Well, she couldn't think of those things now, could she? If only she had a pair of skates, never mind if they had blades of wheels, she could get to there in a snap! Of all the things that she wanted now…Melissa viewed the invitation in her hand. She then viewed the portable GPS she picked up before she left for England. Oh, was she ever close! Just a few more ste-! Ouch! Melissa knew she bumped into something, but what or who did she bump into? Her violet eyes looked up. Oh it was the fence of the mansion. She closed her GPS and pocketed it in her hoodie. Thank God that she brought the polyester one and not the cotton one, or else the humid air would’ve soaked her already. If she could say the same for her favourite worn out jeans…
With a mighty push, she opened the front gates. Yeesh! Why was this door so heavy?! Everything would be okay if Quebec didn’t have to stick up always. Oh and Ottawa was getting foggy! And now, she rued the fact that she actually wore Ottawa instead of just holding it. She took her glasses off, walked in and began ‘defogging’ the glasses.
[ooc] I'll change the picture later. It's so long! Sorry![/ooc]
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:37 pm
¿por qué se ríen del pasado··· It took him less than he thought- two minutes!- before he stumbled an unusually busy road, politely labeled 'Abbey Road'. Wow. There were people taking pictures and smiling and pointing at the sign- .. this had to be quite the street. He didn't understand why, but he was sure he could ask later.
Raúl shrugged it off and easily crossed this, beginning to run down the final sidewalk which he knew would lead him to his destination. The invitation had been quite descriptive of the house; it said, 'You'll know you're there when you see it!'
Yes, very descriptive.
But... strangely accurate.
For soon, he stumbled upon a large, large house. Iron gates. Garden. MANSION. IT WAS A MANSION.
"..Madre de Dios," he murmured under his breath. Much bigger than his humble abode! "This is going to be great!" a cheerful laugh soon escaped him and now he began to run forward, towards the gates, waving as he spotted someone else at the front of the gates as well. "Hey-! Woah, don't close it yet, please?! I'm going too!" ···y lloran para el futuro?
Raúl Fernandez Carriedo
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 4:44 pm
Beowulf spotted his first victim and then Spain oh this is great! His leg muscles tightened and he quickly jumped out and hug Canada since she was the first one through the gate. "Oh Canada!!" He said with a big smile. "Hello Spain." He added with a wave as he continued his attack on his Canada.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 5:12 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxT A I W A Nxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx( A - Tsai )xi will want to make u l o v e me -- ℓoνє me w / all ur heart ( ♥ )
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxno matter ♂ // ♀ ( or neither )xxi`ll r e a c h → out my hand for u
xxxxxxxxxxi`ll add u to my HEART && treasure you w / my ωнoℓє
xxyou`ll / mean / even MORE !! to me . . .
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxthan this world`s greatest ` treasures
xx﹙♥﹚all past ℓιєѕ, HATE, && s a d ness shall then be forgotten . . . Aha~ It should be right around the corner... A-Tsai thought, his face buried in his map. When he took his eyes off the map just a second to see if he was right, his mouth dropped open, and the map fell to the ground. He was still a good distance away, but he could tell he had read the map correctly. He was sure that was England's house... no MANSION. It was HUGE. Uwaaaaa... my house is only a small fraction of that... a tiny little two story house.... A-Tsai thought tearily. Oh well, maybe I'll be able to make it bigger... some... day... A-Tsai tried to think, as he bent down and picked up the map.
"Oh a brighter note... maybe everyone has already arrived!"A-Tsai chirped, as he quickly started running towards the mansion, his scarf waving merrily in the breeze, his curl bounding up and down, and a huge smile plasted on his face.
When he arrived at the gates, he saw that there were indeed people there. He paused to stop and catch his breath before he dashed towards the gate. Canda, Denmark, and... Spain. A-Tsai's cheeks turned a slightly darker pink than when he had stroked his curl, and memories came flooding back. He shook his head furious to clear his mind. I'll... try and act like nothing happened...
"H-Hai everyone! Long time no see!!! I've missed you all~~!" A-Tsai called, unable to conceal his glee. As he ran towards Spain, Canada and Denmark.
"H-Hi Raúl! Hi, Melissa, hi Beowulf! It's nice to see you all again!" A-Tsai said to the other countries with a big smile. He stopped next to Spain, and his blush turned an even darker shade. Noticing the blush on his cheeks, he quickly looked down at his shoes.
♥{OOC~: Hahhaa I was SOOO tempted to type 'the map layed retarded and forgotten on the ground' 8D buahahaha!} so please - - TAKE MY HAND // ` love me back !!
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 5:15 pm
"Bang Bang! Now you're dead!
Surrender your soul to me!", she said. Alice Kirkland
She coughed, raising a hand to cover her mouth. Wow. That was not one of her saner moments.
The room was dark. But the lights were on. Was this...smoke? Alice Kirkland held out a hand, rubbing her fingers together. Well, that was certainly a waste of Darkness Powder.
The woman frowned, looking around. This had to be the basement. Wonderful. She patted at her pockets, frown deepening as she couldn't find a key. If it wasn't in here, then it was probably on the other side of the door, she mused, finding herself unable to open the basement door from her side, after wobbily walking up the short staircase.
Alice sighed, scratching her head. What was she doing here anyway? She wasn't posessed by a ghost again, was she? While her magic was powerful enough for her to see them, hers didn't allow the weilder instant protection, like Arthur's had. She usually had to fight the eviler spirits. Something Arthur had been spared, due to the insane amount of power he possessed.
So now the meant that she was locked in the basement. Wasn't there a tea party today? Arthur would surely scold her for being a bad host. Alice kicked at the door uselessly. It was meant to keep those without a key in or out. Hopefully, nobody would be too scared to try and open the door, only to see her standing there. It had scared the old England way back when, and he had slammed it closed, causing her to fall down the stairs. That had not been fun. At all. But he had been slightly tipsy, so Alice had forgiven him.
"How does one go about this again?", she muttered. "Right, right. Um...", the blonde rattled the doorknob. Was she supposed to call for help?
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 6:29 pm
♫ Melissa Williams ♪
But call me Canada! Oh my, what did she do this time? “Eeep!” Was all that Melissa managed to spit out. Well, if you were in her position, you would know why too. Number of things such as the fact that she was not expecting it, Beowulf hugged her out of the blue, she could see Spain and Taiwan approaching (well, the two did look like a good couple…) and worse of all, Quebec was being unruly and had stuck up higher than usual. And that was the worse part. Oh and don’t forget that Ottawa nearly flew off when Beowulf had promptly attacked her. Silently thanking the Lord that Ottawa didn’t fly off and hit the ground with a thundering smash and cracking into a million pieces. She escaped Beowulf’s grip and stepped aside to stand right next to him. She readjusted Ottawa and held down Quebec with a clip she found in her handy dandy pocket. Hopefully that would keep Quebec down for a while…
“Um. Hello A-Tsai, Beowulf, Raúl.” She was so used to have Kumajirou at her side that she almost bent down and tried to pick something up. Her sane side of her mind told her to stay put and thank God she did. There was only thing to say about that moment. Clips were a girl’s best friend when you had an unruly province that always stuck up.
[ooc] My back is killing me! [/ooc]
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 6:39 pm
"Hey Taiwan! Is it true about the curl?" Beowulf asked curious, he seemed overly hyper today and he had to admit that he wanted to play with Taiwan's curl just to see if it was true. Then he turned to Canada. "What about Quebec does it act like ever countries that have a curl to?" he asked that goofy little smile on his face. He probably had a bit to much mead on his way here.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:02 pm
♫ Melissa Williams ♪
But call me Canada! Oh my, what did she do this time? “Um…stuff. It only wants to be independent that’s why I have a freaking curl.” Truthfully, she would’ve gone onto a list of things that Quebec did, and just had to be unique, it’s own country. And she envied her father, once he gave his responsibilities to her, his curl disappeared and one appeared on her head. Her head. Like she wanted that stupid curl. But the only good thing that came out of it was the fact that she wasn’t alone with a stupid curl. Abbie had one too, one that represented Nantucket.
Boing! Oh crap. Her clip flew off due to Quebec’s unruliness. Not even 54 cans of hairspray, 6 bottles of gel and an industrial strength clip could hold that devil of a province down. At least the clip didn’t hit anyone… “Gah,” she muttered. One of these days she’ll get that province under control. Whether it’d be bribe or pure fear that strikes the heart of the citizens, they’ll be quiet. At least she hoped.
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Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:35 pm
¿por qué se ríen del pasado··· "WOAH!" was the first thing that escaped Raúl 's mouth when, seemingly out of nowhere, Beowulf just leaped out of the bushes and glomped Canada. Well! At least- at least it hadn't been him, he had to be thankful for that. He laughed nervously at the thought, and adjusted his shirt collar slightly. Oh, why had his father made him dress up formally? Wearing dark, slick pants, dress shoes, and that ridiculous white shirt with a tuxedo-looking jacket was not his idea of comfortable wear.
"Hey Beowulf, Melissa! It's been a while, huh?" he said once he regained his composture, and he carefully patted Beowulf's back along with Canada, but instead of her back, he patted her shoulder. Afterwards, he looked over to see that another person had- omigosh! A-Tsai!?
Damn you, Toledo. Growing hot at this time.
"Hey, A-Tsai!" he cheerfully piped up, trying to keep his cool. Oh, and look, he was even looking down all shyly, away from him... nnnh, too cute. But he had to keep a steady head. So why did he hug him tightly as a greeting? Sometimes he just didn't know himself.
..what about a curl? He noticed Melissa had one... oh, Quebec? Did Taiwan have one of those?
Curiously, Spain reached up now to trace his finger along Taiwan's hair and, sure enough, he found a curl to slide it over slowly. "Is it like Romano's? He freaks out when I touch his... hey, does this hurt? If it does, that'd explain a lot!" ···y lloran para el futuro?
Raúl Fernandez Carriedo [Ooc| LAY FORGOTTEN AND RETARDED ON THE- pfffff. I remember that. XDD Oh man, I love you.]
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