Hetalia 3 II! New Beginnings Continued!

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  • (I pay attention. When you say wrapped up in whales, you mean your super fuzzy whale blanket, correct? XD Ha, I have two lionhead bunnies named Pepper and Axl, that I have mentioned before. When I am bored, I sit in my room wrapped up in Beatles and roleplay or watch YouTube and stuff like that)


    Belarus blinked at the both of them, confused.

  • "America can't walk. How is he going to get there?"


    >i love my whales so much

  • "Just let me know when everyone is ready to go."

  • >because he's always there, always listening.


    Russia gently moved Alaska off of his shoulder, wincing as he tried to stand up.


    Krylo cracked open an eye, "Hmm?"

  • (are the leftover 2ps getting out, like Natasha? Or is she going to have to kill herself?)


    Belarus went over to stand by Germany.


    England walked over by America, ready to pick him up as soon as they were ready to leave.

  • > i guess we'll find out, eheheheh

  • [align=center][font=trebuchet ms]{HEY, WAIT FOR EVERYONE, HM HM


    besides norway just got here i mean what


    and pssshhh 5k posts are nothing
    try 30k uvu}


    Iceland looked up. "A way out?" He stood, flinching slightly. "Well, what's the exit? A hole in the wall?"


    {that was actually the way out in one of the roleplays i was in, similar to this.
    the roleplay basically was, some nation becase snapped and insane bent on killing the nations, who went into the house where they were and became trapped. after a lot of bullshit, feels, bullets and pickaxes (someone crawled on the ceiling), someone said "well, why don't we make our own exit?"


    so someone kicked a hole in the wall.}

  • I swear to God, they can come back as fricken goats. I'm not killing her..)


    "We're finally getting out... It seems like a dream.." Germany murmured, reaching out for Belarus' hand.


    Sophie kissed his cheek, "They found a way out... Krylo, we're going home.."

  • > THEY CAN COME BACK AS GOATS I'M DYING


    Krylo hugged Sophie tightly, unable to say anything.

  • (Okay okay maybe not goats, but like I'm not killing her... I have a plan...)


    Sophie grinned and hugged him. "N-now we can be a family... A real family... Oh my God, Krylo... This is really happening.."

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  • > sorry, distracted by Goats


    "It's a window."


    >OMFG IT'S A WINDOW THIS IS THE LAMEST POST EVAR.