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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 23, 2011 15:15:13 GMT -5
Gilbert face Antonio, looking alarmed. Was he alright? "Holy Fritz, Antonio! What's wrong?" he asked. He felt incredibly guilty as he watched the tears stream down his face. Calm down, this isn't your fault, he thought to himself. If only Romano were here to scream at him 'feel better, damn it' or some variant. "What's wrong?" he repeated. Antonio was one of his best friends, and he was beginning to feel something that closely resembled guilt.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 15:38:48 GMT -5
Arthur walked down the sidewalk in the city. He was having a terrible day. First he got a prank call from some idiot then he burnt his breakfeast and almost bought down the house along with it, and since he had nothing else to eat. he decided to eat the burnt food which gave him a stomchache. "Ugh... I need a drink." He walked into the bar to find the Axis along with other people in the bar. "Give me a glass of beer." He said to the waiter as he sat down at an empty table.
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 23, 2011 16:39:42 GMT -5
I'm giving up my role as Ludwig. I just can't roleplay as serious people. I gave it a shot and it crashed and burned soooo I'm gonna be Russia, da?
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 16:45:57 GMT -5
I'm giving up my role as Ludwig. I just can't roleplay as serious people. I gave it a shot and it crashed and burned soooo I'm gonna be Russia, da? yeah i switched to England cuz im no good at rping characters like Feliciano |
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 16:47:08 GMT -5
I'm giving up my role as Ludwig. I just can't roleplay as serious people. I gave it a shot and it crashed and burned soooo I'm gonna be Russia, da? yeah i switched to England cuz im no good at rping characters like Feliciano oh and change and edit your intro from Germany to Russia |
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 23, 2011 17:07:56 GMT -5
Ivan galnced at the clock hanging on his wall. It was moderately late into the day, and he had acomplished nothing. "Maybe I'll go get a drink, da?" he said to himself putting on his coat. He walked out the door and down the road untill he reached the bar. Inside he noticed many of the countries were there. "Hello everyone." he said smiling.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 17:25:07 GMT -5
Arthur finally got his drink. He took a few sips and stopped and sighed. I'm getting a bit bored...maybe I should make a friend? Not because I am weak! I'm just a bit lonely... He looked around the bar. Maybe Antonio? No, he's talking with Gilbert and Rodrich right now. Kiku? Gah he's talking on the phone! Feliciano? No, no! If I upset him, Ludwig will probably beat me up. He rested his head on the table and stared at his drink. I give up! Just then, Ivan walked into the bar. What about him? Sure he's creepy and he broke Busby's Chair but what could go wrong?
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Post by Ivan Bragniski on Jan 23, 2011 17:33:43 GMT -5
Ivan sat down at the bar next to England, his usual aura of dread floating around him. The bartender came over to him and he ordered vodka. He returned with a glass within minutes. He turned to the country seated next to him. "Hello England."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Jan 23, 2011 17:37:06 GMT -5
Arthur lifted his head as he heard someone sit next to him. It was Ivan. He grinned. This is perfect! "Why, hello there Ivan! How are you today?" Somehow Arthur felt even more dreadful than before. Could it be because of Ivan? He had heard rumors that Ivan gives off a scary vibe but he never belived in that.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 23, 2011 18:02:43 GMT -5
Gilbert briefly turned his head. Oh, Fritz.
There were some people who annoyed him. Others he loved to death. (Many times, the two overlapped. In fact, just about everyone in the second category fit into the first.) But there was one person who Gilbert despised, and he had just walked into the bar. Ivan Braginski.
Gilbert could never forget how his last years as a nation had been spent. The only good thing about being an ex-country was that he was safe, safe from the psychopath that was Ivan. Never again would he have to be dirt poor, communist against his own will, and in what seemed to be a perpetually low standard of living. In short, being Prussia had been awesome; being East Germany had been hell.
He tried not to look at him, and tried to ignore the aura of death that came off of him in waves. He glanced shakily at Roderich, then at Antonio. "Hey," he said, trying not to sound nervous or afraid, "do you guys want to go to the other side of the bar? We can go on the roof and breakdance, or..." He trailed off, and grabbed the glass of beer from Roderich, downing it. "Bitte verzeihen Sie mir," he whispered, looking into Roderich's eyes. He choked a little as the beer went down.
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Post by Antonio Carriedo on Jan 23, 2011 18:26:40 GMT -5
"Ah, nothings wrong...The tear's just wont stop! Don't worry this isn't about you or anything." Antonio sensed that Gilbert was being a little frantic, so he wanted to make sure he added a couple a reassuring words in their. "This is all Romano's fault....", he mumbled to himself.
"Sure", Antonio agreed. "I don't care what we do, I just want to have some fun today." Truth be told he actually just wanted to call Romano to tell him something, but if he did that words that should never be said might come out of his mouth. "Let's go~!" Antonio jumped out of his chair, almost tripping, and smiled toward Gilbert and Roderich. The tear's finally ceased.[/i][/size]
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jan 23, 2011 18:44:05 GMT -5
Gilbert felt his face heat up. "Really, I'm fine. It's just...Fritz. Seriously. I'm fine. He shot one last glance over in the direction of his former evil dictator, shuddered, and then looked at Antonio. "What happened with you and Romano? I thought you guys were fairly close.."
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Jan 23, 2011 18:46:55 GMT -5
Feliks woke up and stared at the clock on his nightstand, "OMG it's like 2:00! I really shouldn't have stayed up late to watch The Notebook, Liet is always like, getting on to me for doing things like this, saying it's unhealthy and such. Hmm~ I think I'll call Feli and see what he's up to." With that Poland reached for his pink cellphone with the numerous charms dangling from it clinking together and searched through his contacts list to call Feliciano.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Jan 23, 2011 18:49:09 GMT -5
"I wouldn't mind going somewhere else." Roderich mumbled feeling that the bar was starting to get rather crowded. He stood up and started listing to Gilbert's and Antonio's conversation also rather curious as to what happened with Romano.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Jan 23, 2011 18:52:11 GMT -5
"Oh I know where that is, I'll be there soon." Alfred said into his phone. "Oh that's good, it's um... good to be social and stuff." he replied putting on his favorite bomber jacket. "So I guess I'll see you there?" he asked walking out the door.
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