Posts by Nicolette Dupont

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WORLD UNIVERSITY

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[sup]Nikki was sitting there at the world meeting, her face buried in mounds of endless paperwork and a pen in her hand. Since the day that she gained her independence from France, it seems that all that the nation of Tepidura had been doing was work. She didn't have much time for friends and had distanced herself from most of the world which, in many ways, was good considering all of the turmoil that had been breaking loose as of late.

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[sup]Nikki zipped her bookbag up as she heard Gilbert's voice on the other side of the door. He was her principal, yes, but he also just so happened to be the former country who she had to write a ten page report on in World History... Plus, he was one of her best friends outside of school. "Yeah, yeah. I'm coming!" she called, slinging the heavy bag over her shoulder and then opening up the door. She grinned out at the white haired man and leaned against the doorframe,"Why, hello Principal Beilschmidt. Is there a problem?" she playfully greeted him, batting her dark green eyes.

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[sup]Nikki heaved a sigh as she heard the familiar voice of Francis Bonnefoy addressing her. For the first time for what seemed like the entire meeting (even though it was over in the first place) she looked up at him through her messy brown curls and raised an eyebrow. "Oui? Did you need something?" she asked him in something of an impatient voice. She just had to finish filling out this one piece of paper for her boss, and then she would let herself leave.

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[sup]Arthur looked up sharply as he heard the timid female voice on the other side of the door. "Ah! Tori! Yes, please do come in." he called to her, stopping his organization of frosting colors to turn around.

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[sup]Nicolette gave a nod and zipped her jacket up with the hand that Gil hadn't taken. "Alright, then. Wanna race to the car?" she asked, an impish little smirk dancing on the corners of her lips. She knew better than to think anything more or less of the Prussian than as her friend. He, along with Antonio, Francis, and Lovino, were her best and only friends as a matter of fact.

Ic: The meeting had ended long ago and most countries had already left to go home. Nikki, on the other hand, had busied herself with working on the large stack of paperwork that she had. She had just recently been attacked and weakened by a group from some other country and, as a result, had a ton of paperwork to fill out concerning repairs and all of that junk. She yawned and rubbed one of her eyes with the back of her hand.

Ooc: This is a romance between a colony/little sister of France and Lovino! It will start out as a childhood friendship and then we can timeskip to when they are older and realizing their feelings towards each other!

Ic: Nicolette sighed glumly as Francis knocked on the door of the Spanish household. The young girl positively hated getting all dolled up like the Frenchman had forced her to do, so she had decided to be openly grumpy about the entire situation and refused to talk to him. They were only there for some kind of business discussion between the two older nations, but she had been dragged along Within moments, the door slung open and a tall Spanish man stood there. Behind him was a little boy who appeared to be about her age. "Ah, amigo! And poco amiga! Come in, come in!" he insisted, stepping aside to allow them in.

Human Name: Lita Angelica Carriedo
City: Madrid, Spain
Representative: Spain
Gender: Female
Appearance: Lita has a fair olive complexion with large, dark brown eyes. Her hair, ringlets of dark brown, fall a few inches above her bony shoulders.
Personality: For the most part, Lita is a quiet girl who prefers listening to speaking. She can be flamboyant in the way that she dresses or the way that she describes things, if only you can get her to stay in a conversation for longer than a few minutes without having her thoughts moving on to other things.
Other: If you'll allow it, I can also make a male city from another country!

Hello, everybody! I found a website that gave you one little phrase to start out a story with, and decided to make a little something out of it. I'm free-writing here, so note that I'm not exactly aiming for pure and utter perfection. I just want any opinions that I can get, and I'll be glad! I may even continue eventually if it's suggested that I should.

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The one thing I'll never forget is the look on his face when I pointed the gun at him.

He looked like he could have started bawling right then and there. His innocent petit was no longer so little or innocent. She wanted him to suffer.

I wanted him to know the pain that I was going through at the time. I wanted him to have a hole piercing his body just as I had a hole piercing my heart.

But I knew better. I couldn't kill him. He was my big brother. Not by blood and hardly by mutual agreement, but he raised me to live that moment and it was something that he would have to come to terms with.

"Surrender!" my raspy voice rang through the humid morning air. I tightened my grip on the gun when he didn't reply, rather stood there on his knees, the look in his eyes one of confusion. My finger went up to the trigger,"Surrender now or I will shoot you! I'll shoot you, I swear it!"

Soldiers from both sides shifted uncomfortably, each one of them feeling the tension that radiated from the two nations standing before them. I could see France as he swallowed and didn't bat an eye until he finally spoke.

"Tepidura," his voice sounded stronger than I had expected in the weakened state that he was in,"My- my precious Nikki. Who are you? Are you really the person pointing that gun at me? I know you better than that! I taught you about love, oui? About passion and forgiveness!"

My dark, chestnut eyes narrowed,"Je suis mon propre." I answered him, shifting my feet as I felt the heels of my boots sinking into the wet soil,"I am my own now, and being my own is something that I'm passionate about."

At that moment, a memory surfaced in my mind. It was one that flashed through my head so fast that I could have written it off as mere déjà vu, but something inside of me dragged it back up and forced me to mentally relive every second. It was a simplistic little memory in which we were in the same position that we were at that moment... But there had been no gun. France had been smiling up at me as he laced my boots, and I remember giggling and pushing him away from me... Such a dumb little memory. Who'd ever have thought it would resurface at a moment like that?

"I never really expected to see this day." his words snapped me out of the daydream and had me back on the alert. "I never did, but here it is, and..." he trailed off and his blue eyes, normally so full of life, lowered to the dead grass before him.

"I surrender."

Sweet!

Human Name: Damien Bonnefoy
City: Paris, France
Representative: France
Gender: Male
Appearance: Damien is a handsome young man with spiky blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His skin is a fair, if not somewhat pale, color and he can generally be found wearing a nice suit.
Personality: Damien is a hopeless romance who falls in love with every person that he sees. He's not like Francis where he will actually pursue the people who he falls in love with, but he does always have a dreamy look in his large blue eyes. He may seem flirtatious without even meaning to be, and he's a pretty easy guy to get along with... If you have the patience to put up with his constant day dreaming.
Other:

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[sup]I too am finished with supper. I was only able to eat half of the bowl before giving up. Today, I don't have the stomach to eat. It's probably due to how harsh the beating that Russia gave me last night. I stare down at the reflective surface of the soup, listening for the others to stop eating as well so that I can get on with dishes.

"Lithuania. Tepidura. You guys done with soup, da?" Russia asked pleasantly from where he was seated at the very end of the table, looking out over myself and the other Baltics, none of which I sensed were too particularly comfortable. Discomfort was nothing that any of us were new to though.

I looked sharply up and then nodded,"Yes, Mr. Russia." I answered like the obedient little servant that I was. My voice is carefully devoid of all emotion. (except unease, perhaps.)

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[sup]"You two go to store for me then." Russia reaches into his coat pocket and hands a sheet of paper over to me. Upon reading the first one or two lines, I realize that it's a shopping list.

"W-would you like us to leave r-right... now?" I ask uncertainly, knowing how he tends to get upset if we leave before everybody's dinner is finished. I also get rather uneasy leaving behind the others to go somewhere because Russia could do anything in my absence. When I was staying with America, I hear that things didn't go down too well with the others and now, merely leaving to go to the store makes me uneasy. At least I'll have one of my best friends with me, but still...

"Da! Go. We are almost out of vodka and need more food." he answered. If Ivan ran out of vodka, things would go downhill quick. I stand up quickly and push my chair in.

"Yes, sir!" I turn, looking at Rasa.

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[sup]I nod my agreement as my gaze scans over the extensive list of items that Ivan gave me. "Yeah..." I mumble. I am no longer able to restrain myself from wincing as a sharp pain shoots through my back. Although most of the pain has subsided since last night, the swelling has gone down none and every time I shift my arms backwards I'm reminded of my horrendous experience last night.

I open up the door and hold it for Rasa. She and I have been best friends since I first met her big brother, Feliks, or Poland who also just so happens to be my best friend. She's always been much different from her brother though... Much easier to get along with, but it's probably due to how terrible a life she's had to endure under the rule of the Russian empire. He really has done his work on us.

"You know," I begin with a small smile,"Tomorrow, Russia-San is leaving for a meeting with China. We will have some time to relax for a day. He told me that he's not coming back until the day after."

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[sup]I nod slowly as I open my car door and slide into the driver's seat. "Yes." I reply simply, scratching the back of my head with an uneasy smile. Another thing about Rasa that's different from her brother... She's much prettier, and it triggers off some instinct inside of me that causes me to want to protect her. Not in a big-brotherly way like I feel towards Raivis and Eduard, rather... A protective way.

I don't know. I've never been too good with describing my emotions unless 'trembling' and 'pain' count as emotions.

"It will be nice without him looming over our shoulders all the time, huh?" he sighed, beginning to pull out of the driveway once Rasa was in the car. "It really makes me miss living with America." He hadn't taken one moment for granted living with the American. He knew that he had life about as good as he could, but it was short lived. He shook his head and took off down the road.

Ooc:
Gracie Jones represents the American state of Florida. She is fun and happy and always looking for some kind of adventure. When she meets a certain Polish man, also known as Feliks, they hit it off and become friends almost immediately and their friendship soon blossoms into something more.

Ic:
Gracie was boredly laid out on a bench at the world meeting center. She had her phone held over her face, blocking the sun so that she could read the text messages that she was receiving. Blegh. Waiting for Alfred to get out was such a bore!

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