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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 25, 2011 21:54:42 GMT -5
This is the world meeting, where all the countries come here and work out their differences
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 25, 2011 21:59:18 GMT -5
Arthur walked into the larrge building and into the elevator. It had many buttons so there must be many floors. He arrived to the floor and walked into the confrenece room. To his surprise, he was the only on there. "Gah! Bloody hell... where is everyone? They were all called here a while ago. Eh... oh well. I can wait." He sat down on his chair which was between America's and France's. "Well this is quite boring... I wonder if this building has a kitchen. I need some tea." He walked out of the room to find it, turning left and right and running up and down the stairs.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 25, 2011 22:46:14 GMT -5
Gilbert tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the elevator. Technically, he wasn't supposed to be there at all. But for whatever reason, West had been unable to go, so he was there instead. No one would mind. Hopefully.
When the doors opened, he smirked to himself. I can't wait until someone else gets on, he thought to himself. Maybe I can press all of the buttons at once! Gilbert had always wanted to do that.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jan 26, 2011 6:50:38 GMT -5
Roderich walked into the building where the meeting was held, he immediately recognized an all too familiar albino waiting the the elevator. 'What on earth could he be doing here?' he thought to himself. 'I suppose I'll have to share the elevator with him...' he thought stepping in beside him. "Hello, Gilbert." he greeted him straightening the papers he was holding.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 26, 2011 14:27:08 GMT -5
Arthur finally found the kitchen. "Well, I'd better ake this quick. It's not good to show up late to a meeting." He rummaged through the cabinets untl he found the nessacary items to find it and then made his tea. He then walked towards the elevator and waited for it to open but heard something odd. "Huh? Who's there? Alfred is that you trying to prank me again?" A flying green bunny showed up and circled Arthur. "Flying Mint Bunny! What are you doing here?" He petted its head and started conversing with it for a while."
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 26, 2011 15:04:21 GMT -5
"Hold the Elevator Roderich-san!" Kiku called, holding the folder under his arm as he ran towards the closing elevator doors. From the running, he stared feeling a dull throbbing his back, and he mentally cursed his 'old man'ness.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jan 26, 2011 15:38:41 GMT -5
Roderich put his foot out letting the door hit it and bounce back open, what elevator doors were made to do. He was a bit glad there would be someone else in the elevator with him than just Gilbert. It wasn't that he didn't trust Gilbert, okay that was it, he didn't trust him in an elevator with no witness.
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 26, 2011 16:00:16 GMT -5
Kiku nodded a thanks to Roderich, leaning against the wall. A hand went to his pained back, trying to dull the pain. Yet, he couldn't help but look at Gilbert curiously. "Oh, hello Gilbert-san."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 26, 2011 16:24:11 GMT -5
Arthur quickly ended his conversation with Flying Mint Bunny so no one would think that's he's crazy. If someone over heard them and Alfred or Francis heard about his, he couldn't live knowing that. "Ugh... this is taking too long. I'll just walk upstairs." He took a sip of his tea and took the long way up.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 26, 2011 16:30:08 GMT -5
Gilbert raised an eyebrow at Roderich. "What, don't you trust me?" he asked. Who was he kidding? Of course he didn't trust him. He hardly trusted himself. Gilbert smirked at Roderich, but didn't say anything else. Then he turned to Kiku. "Hello, Kiku," he said, in a relatively polite tone given how he normally spoke.
Once the doors closed, his face lit up. He laughed to himself and pressed all of the buttons at once. "Kesesese~! I've always wanted to do this!" The elevator made a lurching noise. That's not a good sound...
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 26, 2011 16:32:35 GMT -5
Kiku nearly jumped at Gilbert. "W-What are you doing...?!" he looked around, hearing the elevator lurch. "What did you do Gilbert-san?!"
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 26, 2011 16:35:39 GMT -5
Gilbert frowned. "I don't know! I-I was just being stupid!" he cried. All of the buttons, which had been lit up, turned off. What the..? He pressed the '3' button. Nothing. He tried pressing the '4' button. Also nothing.
Gilbert winced. "Um, guys? I think I may have broken the elevator..."
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Post by Kiku Honda on Jan 26, 2011 16:37:10 GMT -5
"Baka!" Kiku snapped, watching as the lights flickered off. "W-Wha... There's a reason Ludwig-san is a country and not you! You baka!" he froze, realizing what he had said. He truly didn't mean it, but it was very hurtful.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jan 26, 2011 16:40:32 GMT -5
Roderich pinched the bridge of his glasses in annoyance. "Some one please tell me this elevator runs off of cables and not electricity and magnets." he mumbled. He knew if the elevator was broken yet ran off of cables they'd be fine, although if it broke and ran off magnets and electricity the elevator would most likely crash to the ground in minutes.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 26, 2011 16:41:03 GMT -5
Gilbert scowled at Kiku. "The reason I am not a country," he began coldly, "is because I was under Russia's control after WWII, which," and he spoke mockingly, "'Ludwig-san' happened to start. Anyway, while he was under capitalist rule and thrived, I was dirt-poor and Communist against my will. Then, when we became one country, for whatever reason he became the representation, not me." He glanced down at Kiku. "I'm sure you know all of this, so I really don't know why I have to explain it again."
He sighed and held his head in his hand. There were so many things he wanted to say, but none of them came out. "I'm sure it can be fixed," he said, somewhat meekly given the way he normally carried himself. "We just have to think of something."
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