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Katarina glared at him, sniffling and then wiping the moisture off of her face with her arm. "That's not fair! You have to at least try harder!" she demanded, chin quivering. Why was she getting so emotional? She knew that she didn't hate or even dislike Antonio, though it would be a lie to suggest that she ever really attempted to be all that friendly to him. There was something in her tomato-loving heart that was breaking though, and it sucked.

And so Katarina finally broke down. Tears went rolling down her cheeks, though she tried to cover up her stupid crying by letting her hair fall into her face. She had found him in that condition when she'd walked in. His faltering health hadn't ever come to her attention. Why was it that she had waited until his supposed dying moments to realize how cruel that she always had been to him, though? All of the mean things that she'd always called him went rushing through her head, and that was when her crying turned ugly. She leaned forward, burying her face into his stomach and bawling loudly. "I'm sorry!" she exclaimed, though her voice was muffled by his clothing. "I don't mean to be such a big, dumb jerk! I promise I didn't!"

After shamelessly wiping her mess of tears and snot off on Antonio's shirt, Katarina forced herself to sit back up, an angry glint alight within her eyes. "I can't exactly say that this look suits you all that well either." she sniffled, observing him for a moment,"You look horrible. Why did you not tell me about how bad you were? Stupid, stupid, stupid. Maybe it could possibly be... My fault for not noticing. How could I have not noticed anything about this? Gah! Dammit, I'm so clueless." she rambled, shaking her head.

Katarina still glared at him, though with less ferociousness and more of a mournful look, made evident by the tears still pooling in her eyes. She wanted to maintain her tough composure, but it was just so hard with seeing Spain in that sickly state. "Well, you shouldn't decide whether or not I worry about you. Besides, I wouldn't have worried. I'd have gotten you some help, you dummy." she informed him, scrunching her hands up slightly where she held him by his shoulders.

Katarina watched each agonizingly and obviously difficult breath drawn from Antonio's body with, what she hoped looked like strength, but was really more of a grief-stricken terror. "Who else... Is going to be here for me?" she asked in a whimper, suddenly looking like a child who had lost her mother in the supermarket. "I mean- there's Feli, but... I don't need Feli like I need you. You're always here for me, dammit! I'll be all alone!" and then, as if it would help, came the bargaining stage,"I- I promise I won't be such a jack-ss if you... If you try to stay! I'll come over to help you as often as you need a-and will never say another mean thing to you in my life!"

hey bae.
ask yo questions and whatnot, cause i know you've got plenty. i'm eating a frozen pizza and have plenty of time.

story of my life.

here's a thread that might help: click here, yo

also, this thread is on the hetalia board. if you look above right under the two boxes at the top fo the page (the one with your name on it and the other one with some random words about roletopia) you'll see a thing a mabob you can click to take you to the rest of the board.

few warnings:
Pafp: Private after first post. In other words, if someone else has already replied to a person's thread, no touchy!

Also, there are a lot of friendly chat threads you can join in on, and you can create your own thread whenever you feel like it and actually find out how~

Just for reference { and an awesome roleplay i'm in } { no posting there whoops. } this is an example of how most people on the site roleplay: (but you can also go 1st person POV or whatever as long as you explain who your character is and whatnot.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1649559.0

This is the Hetalia board: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?board=739.0

And this is how you start a roleplay/thread there: http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?action=post;board=739.0

Katarina watched in horror and disbelief as Antonio took his final few breaths Naturally, her first instinct wouldn't be like anything you saw in the movies. She didn't slump over and mourn over him, nor did she scream to the ceiling. Instead, she got angry. She rose to her feet and began stomping around the house like a child in a fit, before finally just leaving. She would have to tell someone else to do something about Antonio's body because, despite it being the noble thing to do, Katarina knew that she wouldn't be able to look into the empty face of one of the few people she trusted.

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OOC:
Tessa Hartman, also known as the island nation of Reesland, has been an independent country ever since the Ten Year War in which she slowly, but surely, gained independence from England, or Arthur Kirkland. Arthur raised her from a small, unsure country up into a sophisticated, well-balanced and mature one. Now, things have gone bad in her nation and sides are turning against one another, leaving poor Tessa feeling sickly and unwell, as Arthur notices at one of the meetings. He decides to take it upon himself to offer her a stay in his home for a while, which she accepts. Things get emotional when old memories resurface. You can come up with any memories you'd like between the two of them, as well. So you can powerplay Tessa, as long as it's in a childhood memory. c:

IC:
Tessa stared blankly down at the table in the G8 room, each of Germany's words muddling together in her head and then being forgotten all together. The female country look a sickly pale color, almost as if she were on the verge of throwing up right then and there, though she tried desperately to hide it. She was still technically kind of considered a newly independent country, and she wasn't about to ruin her show of strength.

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Marina rose up from the couch, rubbing sleepily at one of her eyes. She had been on the verge of falling asleep to a muted horror movie, but she heard the knock and groggily rose to her feet, wearing nothing more than a large white t-shirt covering her underwear. When she opened up the door as saw Arthur standing there, her face reddened and she looked down, pushing back anger. "Oh. What do you want?" She quietly asked, not daring to bring her bright brown eyes to meet his green ones.

Marina watched Arthur and folded her arms over her chest, finally looking up at him. "How do I know that you're not trying to screw me over?" the young female country asked. She knew that she was just making excuses to argue with him, because Arthur would never purposely do something like that. She just didn't know what to think, and was scared of making a dumb decision.

Tessa raised one of her eyebrows at his tone before shrugging and crossing her skinny arms stubbornly over her chest. "What makes you think something's the matter? I'm perfectly well." she retorted, but her tone was one of a child who had been caught stealing from the cookie jar and refused to admit it, even with her hand in the jar. She knew that he knew that something was wrong, but the very last person that she would ever admit it to was him.