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ooo, yay! i found you twoooo! ~
hey, so portugal has a question for you, you will take your time to listen? good! 'cuz you don't have a choice!
would either of you consider being my friend? :3

okie pokie annie! we're gonna very good friends, i can tell! (p.s. your 2p is a meanie butt)

well it's true! listen to annie ~

haayyyyy roma! ~

don't be mean loviiii! ~

i don't blame you annie.

save me from the evil 2p annie! -sobs dramatically and hides under a table-

and thank you feli! nice to meet you, you seem nice too! ~

olá kirklands-portugal here! [ and lovi and nova, who i'm going to have to send to the naughty corner soon, aren't i? ] i was just wondering what you think of nova's comments above xD

ooc >> oh yeah, can i add in me as well!? maybe dressed as denmark? x3

-facepalm-

after a few more minutes, there was some feverish knocking on the door, feliciano stood outside excitedly with his brother-who was just grumpily tagging along-and célia-who couldn't be bothered to come with her brother, spain.

the younger italian shrunk a little under the american's glare, just mumbling a, "i-i don't know?" the portuguese woman put a reassuring hand on feliciano's shoulder, shaking her head at alfred, "leave him be alfred."

yah, i don't think he remembers much about nights you got wasted mat.

...i'm guessing this isn't a good time?

it's halloween!!!! c:

ooc >> everyone told her to stay away from that corner of the school field-especially her boyfriend, roderich. but, when she can't help it one day, she nearly gets beaten up and...something else, by that gang. luckily, one of them stops to help her out, telling his friends to back off. people saw them together and started telling her to stay away from the guy-especially her now jealous boyfriend. but she can't help but want to see more of those strange red eyes. [ basic plot start-they're all about 16. swearing is an okay, please have good grammar/spelling and if anything gets too...not-pg, we'll move to pm's, k? c: ]

ic >> elizabeta didn't know how she got herself into that mess, but she ended up cowering on the ground. one of the two guys hovering above her was gripping her arm tight. more than likely, she'd having finger shaped bruises there tomorrow.

she knew who they were, two thirds of the infamous 'bad touch trio', and she was pretty sure they were the spanish and french ones. that left the girl to wonder where the so-called 'prussian' was. well, she met him a few moments later when she heard someone maybe a meter away hiss something to his friends. something that sounded like, 'get the fuck off her.'

ooc >> fine by me! hop in from my last post! ~

elizabeta was at her boyfriend's house, sitting on the stool with him and listening to the soft music the piano let free. she honestly felt guilty with her head resting on his shoulder, even though this was a routine thing by now. but, for some odd reason, she just couldn't get that stranger out of her head. why was he the only one of the btt she didn't know? and why couldn't she get the thought of how well his white hair contrasted with his dark red eyes?

'such an unusual colour too...no! not again lizzie!' "um, are you okay elizabeta?" she heard an austrian accent ask, snapping her out of her daze, "you've been staring into space for the past five minute." the hungarian girl grinned sheepishly, nodding and standing up, "y-yeah! just a little tired, i think i might go home now okay?" before he could respond though, she grabbed her backpack and left again, walking back to her own home.

elizabeta sighed lightly as she shouldered her bag, walking down the very familiar road. she knew this way like the back of her hand-and she knew the back of her hand. but, unfortunately, the dress her boyfriend insisted she wear did not do much to defend her from the cold. or the white cat that pelted towards her at a speed that could rival a pasta-crazed feliciano.

it jumped onto her shoulder, grabbed the hat she was wearing in it's jaws and then took off down a side road, a pissed hungarian in tow, "oi! give that back you tuna-muncher!"