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 Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:31 am
Welcome to New York, New York, USA During the roaring twenties. Where prohibition has lead people to create an underground of speakeasies. One is the most well known within the the underground networking, and that is 21 club. A speakeasy not controlled by mobsters or anything of the sort. No, this place is run by the nations. Running smoothly thankfully by America and Canada and stocked by the Italians and French. The Germans who have looked for ways to pay of debt come to this high class place as well. How is it so well protected? Well the special cellar is hidden by a brick wall. An actual brick wall that has to use a series of holes that when the right on is picked with a meat picker can be opened. As for what continues to happen in this speakeasy its up for the nations to decided.
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:35 am
Rules
Alright people you should know how things run.
So follow your instinct and make sure you follow Guild rules!
Or I'll send you to sleep with the fishes!
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 11:38 am
Current Countries-The Europe Compass-  Muffin: North Italy Chu: Germany Rayna: South Italy Forbidden: Prussia ~Others~ Anna: Hungary
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Posted: Wed Oct 14, 2009 12:12 pm
 Buona volte,
buon vino,
e se la sua illegale tutti i più divertente. Romano stood in Little Italy within New York, people of Italian heritage walking by most likely on their way home. He was dressed well but rather loosely. A red dress shirt and a deep black suit jacket along with the pants and polished boots. One was tapping the stone landing which led to the door which he banged his fist against.
"Oi! Feliciano! Lets get going before it gets to dark and your to scared to leave!" the Southern brother hollered waiting for his brother to finally appear. good times,
good wine,
and if its illegal all the more fun.
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 11:42 am
Prussia  Fear me!I am the awesome Prussia!Kneel down before my awesomeness niyoniyoniyoniyo... Prussia lazily layed on the couch waiting for his Bruder to get ready so they can get going.."West!Hurry up!Don't make your awesome brother wait!"Gilbert moaned loudly trying to get comfortable on seemingly small couch while he was still waiting..It was getting dark outside so he though that they should try to be there on time otherwise America and Canada might scold them or something..
Gilbert continued to lay on the couch and currently he was thinking to himself how everything about himself was soo awesome..."I'm so awesome it should be illegal.."He said out loud in a low chuckle   
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 12:03 pm
║ Amore e Vino!
║ E Pasta anche ♥?
║ Non mollare! Ma n-non combatterre, per favore!
There are scary people in the dark, right?
Feliciano ran whilst attempting to put on his jacket. Once he had managed to get his arms through properly he hugged his brother before he could react.
"Don't worry! I'm here, fratello [brother]~"
The younger of the brothers gave his usual oblivious beam. Then he let go and decided to greet him properly, with a kiss on both cheeks.
"Let's go!" Love and Wine! ║
And Pasta too ♥? ║
Don't give up! But d-don't fight, please!║
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 5:33 pm
Buona volte,
buon vino,
e se la sua illegale tutti i più divertente. Romano grumbled his under his breath and turned on his heel.
"Right calm on, and stay close I don't want you wandering off and causing trouble for me." He said as he began to walk down the street. He'll have to talk to America about this 'Little Italy' it was a disgrace! People didn't live this close and be cheerful about it. Also really what was America thinking about the prohibition? Couldn't that b*****d talk his boss out of it?good times,
good wine,
and if its illegal all the more fun. ((I apologize for Romano's language...-shot-))
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Posted: Fri Oct 16, 2009 7:35 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┍ xxxxxxxxxx┑ A Little Hungary ForxxMorexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┖ xxxxxxxxxx┙ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxElizabeta Héderváry
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This was the 'Big Apple' that everyone talked about - or at least America talked about.
It was quite risky to persuade Austria to allow the Hungarian country to take a tour of the city.
Boring.
That's what it all seemed to her.
Maybe she should have returned to Austria? No. No way was she going back after all the trouble she went through.
The young lady's eyes scanned the street, her heels clipping against the rough sidewalk on every step. It was until her eyes met the sight of a figure in the distance. A figure too familiar to forget.
The curl.
That curl.
Hungary's eyes widened in slight surprise and the clipping of her heels began to fill the air rushfully. "Italy! Nor--" She was wrong. It wasn't Northern Italy, but instead it was worst.
His brother.
Southern Italy.▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ┏ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓    ┗ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┛
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 3:46 am
║ Amore e Vino!
║ E Pasta anche ♥?
║ Non mollare! Ma n-non combatterre, per favore! Feliciano linked arms with his brother. Trouble? How was he going to cause any trouble?
But somehow it was Romano's strange way of saying he'll look after him. He was a good big brother!
But then there was a voice... Was it Hungary? He turned with his stubborn brother and beamed at her. Suddenly waving high above his head and being rather loud...
"CIAO, ELIZABETA!" Love and Wine! ║
And Pasta too ♥? ║
Don't give up! But d-don't fight, please!║
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 5:57 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┍ xxxxxxxxxx┑ A Little Hungary ForxxMorexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┖ xxxxxxxxxx┙ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxElizabeta Héderváry
xxxx▀ ▀ ▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ Oh, so gorgeous!
Indeed the Italian brothers were...were...
Hungary's heels slowed their pace as she approached the two.
Her eyes widened at their astonishing beauty.
"My, what might two gorgeous guys like you be doing out in the 'Big Apple'?"
She was right about gorgeous.
The burnettes were just too devilishly handsome.
Fair skin, fish-line eyes, soft unspoken lips and so much more that awed her.
Though one thing didn't seem to change about the brothers.
Their personalities.
Feliciano was still as sunny and loud as ever.
Oh, what the heck!
Elizabeta took a step, brought her arms forward and clasped the Northern Italian into a hug.
Bathing him in warmth.
Not long after she did the same to the eldest of the two brothers.
"Now where might you two be heading off to?" What? She was a bit curious. Also something wasn't quite right.
She took a step back. Her heel loud against the concrete.
Rarely did you see the two brothers together like this.
Or was Elizabeta missing the big picture?
Her florishing jade green eyes nailed onto Southern Italy.
As if demanding him to spill the beans.▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀ ▀ ▀ ┏ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┓ ┗ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┛
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 12:49 pm
 Ich bin Deutschland
To come out the other end
Of war
So battered
So broken
I don't care for extremes
I don't care for illegality... just get me a drink.Krieg bricht einen Mann.
Ich bin nicht, wer ich vorher war.
Helfen Sie mir durch dieses
Bruder...
A speakeasy, hm? Germany had heard of such things, cropping up everywhere in America - it seemed to be a popular thing now that prohibition had been put in place. Personally, the high-moral Ludwig questioned the idea, not particularly wanting to be a part of anything so illegal. But, times were hard, and exceptionally hard on Germany, forcing him to the brink of bankruptcy, he needed to try and unwind somehow. And besides, it was mainly East, Prussia, his brother, that had made him decide to go in the end. It couldn't be that bad, now could it? He just had to cast out of his mind that what he was encouraging was somewhat felonious... Ugh.
Ludwig stared at himself in the mirror a while before pulling on his jacket over his black shirt and running a ran through his perfectly slick back blonde hair. He sighed. The Italies were meant to be there too. Well, that hardly seemed too surprising, what with stories of the Mafia and all that. This was to be an experience and Germany was determined to take it on board.
His ears perked up as he heard the harsh voice of his brother calling him through the other room. He was always so impatient. Stepping out of his room and down to where Prussia sat, Germany placed a hand on his hip and stared the lounging nation. "So are you ready? You're not going out just like that, you'll freeze. Come on then." The German quirked up an eyebrow before tossing his brother his jacket and opening the door. America... sure was a peculiar place. War breaks a man.
I'm not, who I used to be.
Help me get through this,
Brother...
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 4:50 am
Prussia Fear me!I am the awesome Prussia!Kneel down before my awesomeness niyoniyoniyoniyo... Prussia lifted himself off the couch with a groan while noding his head..He went over to his brother and flicked Ludwig's nose playfully"I've got my own coat Bruder,Besides I don't want you to freeze to death just because my awesomness took your jacket.."Gilbert said putting the jacket on the German's shoulders and grabing his own jacket off the coat hanger which stood near the door..Prussia may seem uncaring,egostic and mean to alot of people but his Brother was one of the few people he actually cared for..After all he had something like a bond between the other nation..
"Let's get going,Ludwig!"Gilbert said as he ran outside the door with a sly smirk on his face...He was really exited about all this..
This is gonna be interesting...
As Prussia got outside the building and on the street he looked around...He couldn't remember the way to the speakeasy"Damn..Which direction was the speakeasy..?"He currently felt lost
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 5:56 am
Ich bin Deutschland
To come out the other end
Of war
So battered
So broken
I don't care for extremes
I don't care for illegality... just get me a drink.Krieg bricht einen Mann.
Ich bin nicht, wer ich vorher war.
Helfen Sie mir durch dieses
Bruder...
The German sighed as his brother grabbed his own coat, swaggering out the door oh-so-confidently. Prussia had always been like this, much to Germany's bewilderment - where on Earth did he get so much cockiness from? Ludwig was far from it but he just needed to put up with it, really. Besides, if Gilbert were to change, he just wouldn't be Prussia, now would he?
Ludwig mused at the thought before following his brother out into the night air, pulling the door shut behind him, a faint smile on his lips. But it was something short lived as his brother posed the question. He frowned, placing a hand to his forehead.
"You've forgotten the way? You're so useless. Eh..."
The German's sense of direction was something to be noted. It was brilliant, no matter how little he had been to a place, he always seemed to know his way around. But... New York was a big place. Somewhere where he'd only ever read about. Quietly flustered, he groaned, looking around.
"I think I remember North Italy saying something about it not being far from where we were staying..." He flicked out a compass, staring at it intently.
"Come on, we'll more than likely run into some of the other nations on the way, they can't be far."
Tucking the compass back into his jacket - which he had left hanging on his shoulders - he tapped his bruder on the back of the head and began to walk ahead. War breaks a man.
I'm not, who I used to be.
Help me get through this,
Brother...
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 10:31 am
Buona volte,
buon vino,
e se la sua illegale tutti i più divertente. Ah such a beautiful lady~ her name was Elizabeta right? That's what his fartello called her. Wait if Feliciano knew here then this was...Hungary?
Hm, well she was sure was soft thanks to that hug he received.
"Well, my dear we're heading to the 21 club." Romano said trying to be smooth but it wasn't really working since his brother was on his arm, he didn't mind to much but it was an odd picture when trying to pick up woman.good times,
good wine,
and if its illegal all the more fun.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 12:51 pm
Prussia Fear me!I am the awesome Prussia!Kneel down before my awesomeness niyoniyoniyoniyo...
"I'm useless?It's not like your any better..."He said putting one of his hands on his hip and forming his lips in a childish pout..And as soon as Germany mentioned North Italy, Prussia decided to taunt him a bit..You could say it was payback for him being called useless..He was gonna taunt the other a bit later..Right now they had to figure out in which direction the others are...
Gilbert stood there for a moment thinking in which direction should they go but Germany tapped the back of his head and went ahead..Gilbert was soon to follow..
They walked for a while but still there were no familiar faces around...Gilbert let a sigh slip past his lips in annoyance of how big the city was.."Mein got!This city is freaking huge!"Also the Prussian was growing bored of just walking around and he figured out now was the time to taunt his dear bruder.Prussia spoke up in a squeaky voice "Look at me!I'm Germany!I like wurst..And I'm hopelessly in love with Feliciano!"He said loudly enough for everybody near them to hear and many people glanced at him weirdly as if he was a nutcase...Gilbert let out a laugh of amusement and ran into a random direction before his brother would try to kill him.."Keseses!You'll never catch me!"He screamed through the crowd of people in Germany's direction while sticking his tongue out at him and resumed his run..
It had been a minute now since he was running and he looked back to see if Germany was on his tail or not..But while he wasn't looking he ran into somebody and he landed on the ground..The person he had ran into was South Italy..Prussia grunted as he lifted himself off the ground"Watch where ya going you Idiot!"He screamed at the italian nation not bothering to look at anybody else around..
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