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Post by Hipster America on Oct 7, 2012 14:18:18 GMT -5
"Dammit! I'm going to be late again!" The American nation cursed to himself, two bags with large yellow 'M's in each hand. He had skipped out during in-between classes, and had snuck several large cheeseburgers, jumbo size of fries, and of course, a Diet Coke. Halting as he passed the gardens, he whipped around in a flurry of awkward movements of one who had barely grown into his own limbs. "Yo, Frenchie! You know you'll be late!" He crowed loudly, grinning widely as he waved the fast-food around, taking a sip of the soda. Without another word, the country glanced around. Was there really a point in going to class if he was already late? Snorting slightly, he sat down on a bench nearby, shaking his head. There was, of course, no point. Which was why the slack-off of a country would rather sit and gorge himself on hamburgers while others were taught.
"You know, dude, I didn't expect you to skip class," he began softly, "You've always been so perfect and... Ah... fantastique."
He mocked France, extending his arms and trying to act 'flirtatious', though the attempt obviously failed as the ground met his cheek. Grumbling at having lost his balance, still clutching a soda in one hand, a burger in the other, he regained himself and sat down, hunched, back on the bench. "I swear, if you tell anyone..." He left the threat alone, going back to loudly munching on his one-of-many-meals of the day. "Mmmph... Y'know, dude... It's my job to skip class... Not... Mph... Yours." Mumbled from around the burger, America kicked back on the bench, crossing one leg over and relaxing. He wouldn't be going anywhere soon.
It was way too much fun to bug Frenchie.
And besides, where else could he go? Britain was surely in class, Japan couldn't loan him video games - that dude was probably in the same boat with Britain, so to speak. What fun was there to have when the only people he hung out with were in class? Besides, everyone else pretty much hated him...
Rolling his eyes, he rifled through the paper bags, pulling out a french fry, he began to munch absentmindedly at it. There was no humor in his world at the moment, it seemed.
Already, today seemed like a total bust.
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Post by Hipster Switzerland on Oct 7, 2012 14:18:18 GMT -5
Arthur Kirkland flipped ferociously through his books, trying to get his notes to a T. "F-fuck... Stupid Calculus... To hell with it.. One day he'll see... I'll have him in a fucking headlock by my magical minions..." He laughed in an almost evil manner. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that stupid Francis in the distance, scoffing at his greatness. "Tch... git..." England grew a devilish grin. Hackling the Frenchmen, he called, "Wow Bonnefoy, better get on more cologne. Didnt know you wore attractive repellent too!" He laughed at his own joke. The kind of power he possessed now felt good, and he wanted it more.
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Post by Monaco on Oct 7, 2012 14:18:43 GMT -5
Monaco inspected the school building with the utmost meticulousness to kill the spare time she has, since her first lesson has been cancelled. She wasn't thinking about the upcoming event at all. All she could think of was how to keep her grades as excellent as usal.
When she came along the outside of the school, her sight fall on France, sitting in the grass and talking to himself. A slight smile graced her lips as she walks over to him with easy steps. "Bonjour, Monsieur France!", she says, "Are you thinking about this person again~?" As suddenly America happens to pass by and starts ainduced conversation with France. "Oh, bonjour, Monsieur America...", she added with her head slanted to her right, wondering why he ordered a Diet Cola at all.
She considered it to be the best not to respong him on that, when she suddenly interrogated England's voice teasing her beloved France, what made her glare at him devastating.
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Post by Russia on Oct 7, 2012 14:25:26 GMT -5
Russia was in another part of the gardens, the part filled with sunflowers... It was where he felt at home the most. He could just lose himself in those beautiful and strong flowers. He sat between them as he let his thoughts wander... He thought about the beautiful color of the sky and the smell of the flowers, but his thoughts just kept drifting to the fall festival... He knew no one would ask him, well, except his sister of course... He also knew he would be turned down if he dared ask anyone else to be his partner... "Ah, it really so sad no one like me... And i try so hard..." He sighed as he laid himself on the soft grass and closed his eyes. 'It cant be helped...' He thought... 'I spend another festival alone then...' He slowly let his thought disappear and fell asleep under the warm sun...
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Post by Canada on Oct 7, 2012 14:42:34 GMT -5
Canada sat in the corner of the library reading one of the many books he picked out. He just loved killing time sitting there getting lost in the books. As the bell rang alerting him that class was about to start he cursed under his breath. He had just gotten to the climax of the story. I'll just skip class today he thought to himself as he buried his nose in the book. Nobody ever noticed when he was gone anyways.
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Post by Russia on Oct 7, 2012 14:46:18 GMT -5
Russia decided to scoot through anyone who was going to the festival to see who he could possibly ask to go with him... Italy was going with Germany and Romano with Spain... France would never go with him... Monaco wouldn't either... America and England would probably go together as well... Who could he possibly ask...? His thoughts drifted to someone who, like himself, was very lonely... Canada. Of course, why not? He might be scared of Russia but he would probably just be happy he was remembered. Russia decided to go find him, the festival was not too far away after all... Russia stood up and left for the library, he knew that was where Canada liked to go...
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Post by Hipster Britain on Oct 7, 2012 15:39:16 GMT -5
((I would like to enroll as Japan, s'il vous plait. o3o))
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Post by Loki Laufeyson on Oct 7, 2012 15:56:58 GMT -5
(Russia, you poor zhing! But remember, try not to power play, oui? You don't know eef Britain et America are attending ze ball together or Italy and Germany. Eet's a free roleplay, so zhose players 'ave to make zhose decisions zemselves!)
the tranquility of the morning was suddenly shattered by Alfred's clear, brazen voice. Naturally, the American was lumbering to class with his arms full of food, a messy flurry of papers, and two large sacks of candy. History went hurtling through France's mind again; he had been through much with Alfred-- supporting him throughout his Revolutionary war, fighting alongside him in both world wars. There was no doubt that the man was a bumbling brute-- he was loud, obnoxious, and inelegant to a fault, but he was also incredibly kind and courageous. How heroic he looked that day so long ago! That day...!
France had been beaten and badly bruised at the hands of the then sadistic Germany; he was on the brink of something terrible, turning into a shell of his formerly fabulous self; the darkness had begun to close in around him, and he felt utterly defeated, and then! America had come crashing through that darkness like a bright angel of war. He had cradled France in his arms with a gentleness Francis did not know the man possessed.
America was special to him in this way.
France bit back several sharp-tongued comments, then looked up at America with marked affection.
"You zhink I am perfect?" he said blithely, his lips curling into a playful smile. "But of course you do. Everyone does."
It took all of his strength not to whirl around to gaze at Britain, who was taunting him from somewhere. Today, he did not have the strength. Today he had to choose who to bring to the Fall Ball, and though his heart yearned for Arthur, he had not the courage to even look the man in the eye much less ask him to such a function! And, he had heard rumors involving Arthur and Alfred. The thought made his stomach churn with sorrow.
Other nations were beginning to gather round him, as if drawn to America's grating voice, and they looked down at him with varying levels of interest. Monaco, a nation he quite avidly adored, hovered over him. Monaco. Would she consider....? He sat up, finishing his cigarette and tossing the cooled butt into the grass. He smiled dashingly at her.
"Zat depends, ma cherie. Zat depends on 'oo you mean. Eef you are asking moi eef I was lying 'ere zhinking about you, zhen... you would be very right."
He rose, then bent over Monaco's hand to kiss it tenderly.
"Let us all skip class togezer, amis! Zis day es too beautiful, non? Eet es meant to be enjoyed! Only zat stuffy Britain would want to be inside on a day like zis!"
He plopped next to Alfred on the bench, then patted his lap, gesturing for Monaco to sit.
"What do you say, mes amis? Let's go geet drunk somewhere! Zis is a good plan, non?"
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Post by Hipster Switzerland on Oct 7, 2012 16:07:28 GMT -5
Alfred sighed. His attempt had failed, and he didnt even hear him. "T-Tch! Who needs him?" He went back to his Calculus work, when he got a strong scent of cigarette smoke in the air. He traced it back to F-- that nasty frog. Feeling bold, he put down his notes and walked over to the bloody git, being social and talking up his brother-- his brother
"Listen git. No cigarette smoking on the school grounds. Youre making it smell."
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Post by Monaco on Oct 7, 2012 16:22:44 GMT -5
The Monégasque's glimpse desited from focussing England and she drew her unfettered attention at France, who esnared her in his usal irresistible way. She sighed and rose her left eyebrow, presenting him a look that made it clear for him that Florence knew he was thinking about the british gentleman, who came over and began blame him for smoking.
To avoid deepen the issue of France's daydreaming and display him in front of the other nations gathering round him, she decided to play along and responded his dashingly smile with an equal charming one. "Ohoho, mon cher. I feel flattered to play the central character in your waking dreams!"
While she sat down beneath him, she put her head back, so her blonde braid tickles the grass and seems to insensly think about France's suggestion. Skipping school is not her usal manner, but letting France down was abhorrent to her. "Isn't it a bit too early to get drunk?"
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Post by Hipster America on Oct 7, 2012 16:33:03 GMT -5
"Go drinking, dude? It's like... Early." America crossed his arms, sitting up and finishing off his meal, turning to the candy. As Britain stalked up in all his annoying glory, the man scowled and slumped his shoulders, deciding to ignore him. "Y'know, Frenchie, as long as the party-crasher, Britain, isn't there, I'm in." With a scoff, he began to nibble at the redvines candy he had picked up on the way. Damn, why is Britain such an annoying prick...? He's worse than, as Britain calls him, that 'frog'. Groaning, he stretched out again, hoping this 'fight' that Britain had decided to pick wouldn't last too long. He was already bored and wanting to go out to see some drunk nations. He, meanwhile, wouldn't.
He hated to drink. Back in the day, he had been a huge alcoholic. And ever since, he really didn't want to go back. Maybe a beer or two, he could manage, but... Nothing too over-the-top. Of course, if someoen spiked his drink, he'd be screwed.
"Uh..." He trailed off, glimpsing Monaco and France exchanging flirtatious words. "... Nevermind."
Dammit, why can't I just say a freakin' word? Man... I guess ever since that day during WWII when France... Man, he seemed so... Broken...
Sighing and shaking his head, he grinned brightly, munching on a handful of chocolate pieces. Really, he shouldn't be thinking of such silly, stupid things.
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Post by Hipster Switzerland on Oct 7, 2012 16:54:24 GMT -5
"Oh hush up Alfred. Im only doing what is best for you." With crossed arms he looked over at the trio, all happy and discussing going out on the town. He decided to sit adjacent to the 3 of them, half paying attention... pretending to text. He hummed the Beatles, still attentively listening to their conversation.
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Post by mattietheinvisible on Oct 7, 2012 19:14:00 GMT -5
((but I ship both francey pants ono//
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Post by Russia on Oct 8, 2012 3:38:55 GMT -5
((you're right, sorry france... i was just putting out the most common pairings to leave litte to choose from... and besides, even if he did ask anyone else, he'd get denied without further thought... everyone is scared of him after all... though he can be loving if he wants to~ ))
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Post by Russia on Oct 8, 2012 3:46:56 GMT -5
Russia entered the library in search for Canada and his bear... He found the boy sitting in a corner on the floor, under the lage window. "Ah, Canada. What coincidence, njet? Can I sit here...?" Russia sat down next to Canada and let his head rest against the wall... "It nice and calm here~" Russia relaxed and closed his eyes...
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