Official Hetalia RP Group 1

[Kiku Honda]

Kiku was zoning out, looking around carefully around the town. Pochi was still trotting behind him, bored at home alone, and found all of this interesting. The little dog lifted his nose, looking around carefully when he thought he smelt something, but forgot about it as he ran after his owner.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert glanced at Feliciano. Poor kid, he thought. The fear came off of him in waves. Of course, Gilbert considered himself to be very intimidating in a 'my awesomeness should be making you get on your knees and beg for my mercy' sense, but in actuality he wouldn't have hurt a fly...unless that fly had brown hair, glasses, and a mole, but even then, he had a healthy fear of girls with frying pans.

"I'm okay," he said nonchalantly. "Bored," he added. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't particularly necessary to add. Why did people constantly care how you 'were'? This was why Gilbert always asked people more awesome questions. He made a mental note to ask Feliciano if he had ever seen West naked before (and if so, details, because that would be hilarious) at a later time.

He paused, and glanced back down at Feliciano. Damn, he was short. There weren't a lot of people shorter than Gilbert, but he happened to be one of them. "How about you? Are things okay with you?" He wondered why he broke his rule of 'awesome questions only'. He hoped that he wasn't catching 'shame' or 'manners'. Gilbert shuddered at the notion.

[Kiku Honda]

Kiku didn't seem to care that he wasn't apart of the conversation, he wasn't all that comfortable with Gilbert, never getting close to the former country. He looked at a nearby bar, Pochi starting to walk towards it slowly. "Pochi, here." Kiku ordered, but the dog didn't obey, trotting forward. "Pochi!" he said louder, the dog still ignoring him.

[Arthur Kirkland]

"Vee? I'm fine Gilbert." He looked ahead and saw the bar. He smiled at timidly ran towards it. "Vee, come on you guys! We're here!" He smiled, shouting in his cute italian accent. He opened the door and walked inside.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert glanced at Kiku. Something about him was offputting. Maybe it was the insistence of Yao that he 'stabbed him in the back'. Maybe it was the fact that he was so freaking quiet. Maybe it was something else entirely. Gilbert wasn't sure, but he found it hard to relax around Kiku. Of course, in point of fact, he found it hard to relax around anyone. He was only truly himself when he was with his bird or with his close friends. Even then, he wasn't sure who he considered his close friends. It changed depending on his mood, or depending on who would put up with him.

Quickly realizing the profoundness of his thought, Gilbert shook his head. I wish a mind was like an Etch-A-Sketch, he thought to himself. He tried to think of something to say.

"So, who here thinks West is passed out in this bar?"

It would have to do.

[Kiku Honda]

Kiku sighed, looking at Gilbert uneasily as he followed his dog inside the bar. Once there, there was a sudden commotion, dogs barking loudly. The small man looked at Feliciano and Gilbert. "Ludwig-san's dogs?" he suddenly blinked realizing that Ludwig's dogs could easily swallow up his little Pochi. He turned and ran inside the bar.

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert smiled broadly as the three dogs ran around, nearly insanely. He was fond of West's dogs. Technically they were his dogs as well, but they didn't seem to recognize him anymore like they had used to. Perhaps they were getting old. Yes, that was it.

"West has been here," said Gilbert firmly. "He would not let his dogs run around loose. He just wouldn't." Now he was genuinely worried. It was one thing if West had drank himself into a coma. It was another thing entirely if the dogs were in danger.

"I'm going to go question the bartender," said Gilbert, slamming his way through the somewhat old-fashioned door. At least it hadn't been a revolving one.

[Kiku Honda]

"Get away!" Kiku snapped, the dogs circling the much smaller one. Pochi snarled and snapped at them, apparently thinking he was a much bigger dog. "Go, go on, shoo!" he tried to smack the dogs away, but the largest one snarled at him, snapping at him. Kiku startled and took his hand away in time. He groaned, trying to find a way to grab his small dog without getting his hand bitten off.

[Ivan Bragniski]

Ludwig chugged his final beer and dropped the glass onto the table. He seemed oblivious to his dogs scampering around and barking at the patrons. He wipped his mouth with the back of his glove and leaned back in his chair. He was begining to feel light headed. As he leaned back further in his chair everything went black. The chair fell backwards depositing a unconscious Ludwig onto the floor with a loud thud.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Feliciano jumped when he heard a loud cracing noise. He ran over there, following the sound, to find a unconcious Ludwig lying on peices of wood. "Vee! Oh no! Ludwig! Are you okay?" He bent down and reached his hand towads him to help him up.

[Kiku Honda]

Kiku blinked, the dogs still chasing after the customers. Pochi scampered over to him, then looked to Ludwig. "Ludwig-san? Are you alright?"

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert stared deep into the wide, frightened eyes of the bartender. He was just about to assault him with a barrage of questions (along the lines of, 'where is my brother?', 'have you seen my brother?', and 'I could really use a damned drink right about now,' though that last one wasn't exactly a question) when he heard a loud noise. To his dismay, it was one he recognized. It didn't occur to Gilbert to be ashamed or frightened of the fact that he was so well acquainted with the sound of a head hitting hardwood floor.

"Freaking hell, West!" exclaimed Gilbert. He turned to Feliciano and Kiku. "Don't just stand there, help me get him up!" He tried to keep the panic out of his voice. If his little brother was going to die, it wasn't going to be on his watch. Sure, death was unlikely, but despite himself, Gilbert felt his brain go into panic mode. He was breathing faster, but didn't seem to notice it. "Please," he muttered under his breath.

[Kiku Honda]

Kiku blinked, then nodded slowly, walking over beside the former country. He grabbed his other side, lifiting with Gilbert. "How did this happen?" he mumbled. "Usually Ludwig-san doesn't drink himself sick."

[Gilbert Beilschmidt]

Gilbert's face was etched with worry. "If anyone can hold his beer, it's West. This is completely, utterly..." His mind struggled to find an adjective. He lightly pressed his fingers against his brother's neck. He couldn't even remember if having a pulse meant something good, something bad, or nothing at all. His mind was fuzzy with an odd combination of stress and fear.

"Abnormal," he finished. Because it was abnormal. Abnormal was a Roderich who spent money, an Elizaveta without a temper, and most certainly a West who passed out after drinking. All Gilbert knew was that something was wrong with the world, or at least his brother, which at that particular moment was more or less the same thing.

"Can someone get him to wake up?" he asked anyone who would listen. He couldn't recall much about 'what to do with a passed out drunk' from the health class he never took, but he was fairly certain that letting a person 'sleep it off' was very, very bad. "Maybe someone can slap him, or slip him the tongue, or kick him in the balls or something," he muttered. Anything for West.

[Arthur Kirkland]

Feliciano started at the drunk, unconcious Ludwig. "Vee... this is bad... I've never seen him like this. Do you think something bad happened to him?" He asked, obviously worried for his friend. He helped them with Ludwig and held the door open for them so they could help Ludwig out.