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ooc: I'm sorry, is this still open? If not, I can delete my posts and forms!

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Romano hated war. No words can explain the shadow of his hatred at the moment. War just meant nations trying to beat the crap out of each other, sometimes it even is caused by a misunderstanding. Well, that didn't mean Lovino didn't have to participate in it, correct? Lovino's gaze was on the ground as he walked through the night, jumping and flipping out his knife at any sound. He never usually was this jumpy but the war was really getting to him and he couldn't let his guard down. He halted when he heard voices; some sounding like American accents. Oh no! Not that American bastard! Lovino thought and looked around wildly for a place to hide. Managing to see a bush in the darkness, Lovino dived towards it, hiding behind the dark and thin branches of the bush. Now all he had to do was wait...

Romania was sitting on the porch railing to his house, watching as the clouds covered the stars and moon. He was simply bored, for it was just a simple night for him. But maybe... that was a good thing? Vladimir ran a hand through his chocolate brown hair, sliding off the porch railing. Who says he couldn't take a little walk to clear his mind? And maybe get the new scoop on what was happening with the other nations. He strode down the narrow path casually, not even bothering to take note of the shadows and noises. Romania wasn't really expecting an ambush to come at this time of night.

ooc; so this is a roleplay where my OC, Greenland, falls for your character. Your character could be anyone, from cannon to OC. As long as its a boy, since I didn't want Greenland falling for any girls cx Please be semi-advanced, at least one paragraph per post. If you don't follow that, then I will sadly have to kick you out of the thread. So here is a picture of Greenland (Malik Køhler)

ic; Malik looked around the dark and empty house, checking if everyone was sleeping. He smiled to himself as he noticed that everyone was sleeping and he slowly opened the front door, stepping outside into the cool air. The Nordics went onto a vacation and since Malik was Denmark's younger brother, he was dragged along. Greenland closed the door softly behind him, stepping off the porch. He stifled a small shiver then walked down the street, stuffing his hands into his pocket.

He wasn't really planning on going anywhere, he just wanted to get away from the Nordics. Not forever, of course, but just for a while. They can get really annoying after a while. Malik sighed softly, eyes averted down to the sidewalk as he walked.

ooc; sorry to interrupt but did you read the first part of my post? xD It's okay but I preferred Greenland to fall for a boy. But, if you would like, I could make a private thread for us and you can play as Ireland and I can play as whoever you want me to. C: I'm really, really, sorry though cx

ooc; Thanks! It's okay, it was just a small mistake C: And I hope your glasses get fixed!

ic; Looking up, Malik nearly had a heart attack when he saw someone else walking on the sidewalk. Thinking that it was an enemy, he looked around for a place to hide. It was probably too late by now so Greenland just drew in a sharp breath and continued to walk, gaze averted to the ground yet again. It wasn't that he didn't like people, it was just that he felt a bit shy around them. Malik's pace quickened so it looked like he was running when he really wasn't.

ic; Greenland looked up nervously, blue eyes glinting with distrust, "S-sure you aren't... you're lying..." He muttered, tensing a bit. Walking outside in the dark was far from safe and Malik had enough sense not to trust anyone. Malik could always call Denmark but he didn't take his cell phone with him, which now he realized was a stupid choice.

Greenland paused for a moment, the thoughts whirling in his head. He knew that Ireland wasn't lying when he said he wouldn't harm him. But the last time Malik trusted someone ended up badly so he had a very hard time trusting people after that. "Fine... I trust you..." He nodded trustingly but he still kept his guard up, just in case.

ooc; Before we begin, I need to set some rules. First, be semi-advanced. It's in the title, for heavens sake! At least one paragraph per post, maybe more if you're up to it! Second, you have to love angst and drama to join! Proper grammar and spelling counts too but I'm not too harsh on that.

Plot: America has been attacked by terrorists and natural disasters more often. This caused him to miss out or come late on a lot of World Meetings. England has noticed these and he gets more suspicious about Alfred. Alfred keeps those attacks to himself but there's a moment when he is forced to call for help. That moment is now.

ic; Pain. It was shooting across his right arm, all the way to his shoulder. Alfred's eyes opened at the new found attack and he grit his teeth, clutching his shoulder tightly. His blue eyes wandered to his digital clock, which red: 12:35 a.m. in large red letters. Who would be attacking his nation at this time? Pushing the thoughts away, Alfred held in his yelps of pain, not wanting to seem weak. Sweat was starting to trickle down his forehead as he shook the covers off of him, stumbling out of bed. It's just a little pain. I could deal with it, He thought to himself, wincing as more pain exploded in his shoulder. This attack seemed more intense than the others for some reason. Alfred tried to ignore the pain as he slipped on his jeans and tank top, not even bothering to fix his messy hair. America's hand groped blindly for his glasses and cell phone, which he finally managed to grab after a few moments.

Alfred winced yet again as more pain shot up his arm, running up to his shoulder. It felt like they were on fire, even though there was no visible flames on them. "Please.. just stop with the attacks..." The blond nation whispered to himself, hurt lacing each word. He had to tell someone. Scrolling through his contacts, Alfred paused on England. Was he really going to disturb Arthur just because of an attack? More pain exploded like fireworks in his arm and he called England's number quickly. He waited for the British man to pick up, pleading silently in his mind: Please pick up, please pick up!

"I'm Malik Køhler, personification of Greenland." Malik stated, managing a small smile. "You?" He has never really talked to anyone this late at night but Malik was wide awake so he didn't appear very tired. Greenland hasn't really seen or talked to Ian at the Word Meetings so he didn't really know what to expect of him. Shoving those thoughts away, Malik tried to focus on keeping the conversation going.

Greenland giggled a little at the mock bow, unused to being greeted so formally. "So... what are you doing out here late at night?" He asked, tilting his head to one side. He didn't really know why anyone would be out this late at night. Malik had never seen anyone outside besides him so Ian took him by surprise when he first saw him.

ooc; Okay, thanks for joining!

ic; Alfred was silent for a moment before replying, "I... my country's being... attacked. Judging by the pain, it's most likely a bombing or shooting..." He paused after a couple of words, voice racked with pain. "S-sorry for calling you like this.... I just need someone... to be here beside me." Small tears burned his eyes but he wiped them away with his wrist, not wanting to cry at the pain. He was a nation, so that meant he could handle these kinds of things himself, right? Alfred was sitting on the edge of his bed, shaking as if he was scared to death. To tell the truth, Alfred really was terrified.

Who keeps on attacking him? What country? An even better question was why they were attacking him? The thoughts whirled through Alfred's head but he pushed them away, not wanting to think about it.

ooc; Okay! Have fun on the trip!

ic; Malik nodded in understanding, "Yeah, same here." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, "I needed to get some time away from my family, the Nordics. They're sweet and all but they can get annoying." He explained, shuddering as he remembered the chaos that occurred before they even got to their vacation spot. Oh yes, spending time with his family could escalate quickly.

ic; Statickit had only barley made it through the flood, for his tiny size didn't give him as much as an advantage as he thought it would. The young blue point kitten had only managed to scramble up high ground, with the help of a few lifeguards. Now he was gazing upon the damage with the group of cats gathered with Oceantheory. "We didn't make it to any of the groups..." Statickit muttered to himself, sinking his tiny claws into the muddy surface. He didn't know where his mother, father, or siblings went and for him, that was a huge problem.

ic; The knock snapped Alfred out of his thoughts and he stumbled to his feet, surprise flashing through him. But then he realized that it was probably England. Trying not to move his right arm and shoulder, Alfred made his way of of his room and downstairs. Every step hurt for some reason but Alfred was determined to ignore it. He slipped his cell phone into his jeans pocket, straightened his black tank top, then finally opened the door for Arthur. Alfred smiled weakly in greeting, "Hey, Arthur." With that said, he took a step back so the older nation could come inside. The house was a normal mess, as always, but this time Alfred looked like a mess too. His blond hair was uncombed while his normal bright sapphire eyes were now dull. But what would you expect from a nation being attacked so frequently?

ic; Alfred seemed taken by surprise but then he relaxed, "Just my right arm all the way up to my shoulder." He explained, not planning on moving it. Moving his arm hurt too much and he didn't want to start crying in front of Arthur. Alfred walked over to the couch, sitting down for a couple of seconds, thinking that would help. He was tired and all he wanted to do was rest but with the attack still going on, that would be slightly impossible. Alfred was lucky enough that he didn't start bleeding or coughing up blood, as severe attacks go.

ic; Alfred sighed, "It's okay... I don't need anything at the moment." He was lying, of course, but he wasn't going to admit anything. Or was he? Trying to get rid of the subject from his head, Alfred said after a few moments, "Actually, can you get me some coffee? I have to fully stay awake to find out what's going on. But if you can't, I can do it." His voice was getting more strained by the minute but he tried his best to cover it. Unfortunately, it wasn't working as well as he planned it to.