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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 6, 2012 20:58:15 GMT -5
After the devastating events of WWII and following the deep chill of the Cold War, the nations of the world seek to regroup and regain their dignity-- because war is a total bummer.
The World Academy serves as a place for nations to re-educate themselves, to inevitably form cliques, and engage in all kinds of sordid love triangles!
Our story begins at the beginning of the school year. World Academy is nestled in a deep valley, surrounded by green hills dotted with mountain lillies and edelweiss. It is autumn. The air is crisp, the trees are swaddled in scarlet and yellow, and a fresh vivid blue.
The Fall festival is upon the nations, requiring the participation of every country and, more importantly, forcing them to choose romantic partners for the formal ball. Who will go with whom? Will Germany ever stop being a dummkopf and ask Italy to go to the festival with him? Or will someone else ask Italy first? Will Russia find someone-- ahem, other than Belarus-- to willingly be his date? Will Prussia ever stop lurking in Austria's bushes? What about the sexual tension between France and Britain? And more importantly, how will America manage to ruin everything? Find out right here!
Enroll your nation at World Academy today! The Players
France: Hipster France America: America Spain: Hipster Spain Russia: Russia Vietnam: Vietnam Monaco: Monaco Canada: Canada Britain: Hipster Switzerland Japan: Hipster Britain S.Italy: Hipster Spain Prussia: Maria Theresa Italy: Romano Lithuania:Rasa Laurinaitis Germany: Hipster Prussia China
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Post by Hipster America on Oct 6, 2012 21:15:24 GMT -5
Hey, dude, like, let me totally be myself!
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 6, 2012 21:20:02 GMT -5
Of course, mon cher! I would 'ave eet no ozer way!
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Post by Hipster America on Oct 6, 2012 21:45:07 GMT -5
Sweet, dude! That's awesome - and no flirting with me! *scowls*
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 6, 2012 22:17:32 GMT -5
I promise nozhing, mon cher.
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Post by Vietnam on Oct 7, 2012 10:52:43 GMT -5
May I enroll?
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Russia
New Member
Become one with Russia, da?
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Post by Russia on Oct 7, 2012 11:27:38 GMT -5
I like join classes too if that okay... (~Russia, by looking at the grammar... who else??? XD)
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 7, 2012 11:52:57 GMT -5
Ah! Vietnam et Russia! Of course you may enroll! *signs up the two of you* Now, I will make ze first RP post after we 'ave more students, oui?
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Russia
New Member
Become one with Russia, da?
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Post by Russia on Oct 7, 2012 11:54:41 GMT -5
Da, that okay~ ^J^
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Post by Monaco on Oct 7, 2012 12:08:01 GMT -5
Ohoho. Sounds indeed splendid! I'd love to join, too ~ ...Just one thing. At the risk of being pedantic...The correct German word is "Dummkopf" *points at "Will Germany ever stop being a dummkomf and ask Italy to go to the festival with him?" and adjusts her glasses*
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 7, 2012 12:35:10 GMT -5
Merci, ma cherie! I knew eet was wrong but was too lazy to look eet up. HON. *fixes and adds Monaco*
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Canada
New Member
I'm not air!
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Post by Canada on Oct 7, 2012 12:47:44 GMT -5
I'd like to enroll as well...... If that's okay
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 7, 2012 13:07:53 GMT -5
Of course, mon bebe! You know, we 'ave a good mix of nations, per'aps I will get zhings started weeth mon next post. Oui? I am so glad all of you decided to join! <3
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Post by Hipster Switzerland on Oct 7, 2012 13:32:50 GMT -5
... I-Is Britain avaliable?
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 7, 2012 13:50:52 GMT -5
((Zat all depends, mon cher. Are you a USUK shipper or a FrUK shipper? CHOOSE YOUR ANSWER WISELY.))
There was no greater pastime than this. Though it was true that the academy bell was ringing, singing somewhere far in the distance; though he was certain that he had made some date with some good-looking woman for that very hour, France would not be moved from his chosen sunny spot in the Academy gardens. How right it was to ponder the grand beauty of that wide blue sky! He was lying in the tall grass on his back, amongst ivory lilies and purple snapdragon, hands folded beneath his beautiful head. Now and again, he would light a new cigarette and smoke it contentedly, watching the blue-gray tendrils of smoke rise lazily into the crisp autumn air. It would be sinful to be in class right now; absolutely sinful!
He considered many things in that garden, reliving several strands of history in his mind. It was difficult to disaggregate his emotions from those woven strands, from the players who arose again and again with relentless energy. How could he begin again now at this academy? How could he look Britain in the eye? Especially now that he and America were so damned cozy?
He took another drag on his cigarette.
The fall festival was upon them. Naturally, France would run the most fabulous booth as usual. He would don his most expensive suit-- the white one with gleaming gold cufflinks and powder blue trim-- but who would attend the ball with him? Mon Dieu! He could of course ask one of the many fawning women to accompany him but... ah!
His heart hummed with longing. It had been so long since he was able to call someone his own, so long since he had shared a bed with a nation who loved him, really loved him. The last time was with....
" 'ow... Ironic," he mused. "What a splendid country of love I am! I 'elp so many ozers weeth zere love problems while I 'ave a backlog of my own! Oh, I am a fraud!"
He continued to smoke steadily, rolling the hot, bitter taste of smoke over his tongue and trying mightily to rid himself of his own torrential affections.
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