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  • STARS ARE GONNA SHINE TONIGHT. / pafp

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border:none; width:230px; height:230px; overflow:auto; text-align:justify; color:black; font-size:8pt; line-height:100%; padding:10px;]Winnie Jones had always suspected that there was something unusual about her. It wasn't that she felt isolated or even [i]different

    than the people around her. In fact, she could connect with people from every walk of life without breaking a sweat, but there were some things about herself that, as she grew older, made her wonder if there was something wrong with her.


    For one thing, her childhood had been unnaturally short-lived. She looked the part of a seventeen or eighteen year old at the age of twelve. Since then, she hadn't done much- if any- growing at all. She looked on her seventeenth birthday exactly as she had on her twelfth.


    For another thing, she was adopted. There were no records of Winnie's birth parents that she was aware of, and no proof that she had even been alive beyond the walls of the orphanage she had lived in as an infant. Despite countless, weary hours spent in search of her birth family, she always found herself at the same dead end stop as before.


    It wasn't until she met a man by the name of Alfred Jones that the jigsaw pieces of her life began to come together to form a picture that, while still incomplete, opened her eyes to the reason behind many of her peculiarities.


    It is safe to say that the day she met Alfred was the first day of the rest of her indeterminably long life. He opened her eyes to the truth of her existence and brought her into his home at her time of greatest need.


    It was two months after she discovered what she really was that she was introduced to him.


    Breathtaking.


    Glorious.


    And so incredibly far out of her reach.


    It all began with a diplomatic trip to his country. Alfred offered to take Winifred along, and she sat in the passenger seat of his car as they pulled up on a magnificent estate where he was waiting.


    [b]OOC:

    		 Winifred Jones, also known as the state of Wyoming, was born only seventeen years ago. She was a "late-bloomer" as Alfred calls her, having been born just over a century and a half after most other states.




    When Winnie's adoptive father died, leaving her mother an empty husk of a person, Alfred offered her a room at his place. She has lived with him for a month now, and has learned more about herself in that time than she ever thought possible.




    World War III looks like more of a possibility with every passing day, as the fighting between Russia- who is trying to expand further into Europe- and much of Northern Europe grows worse. Seeing this fight as a possible threat to the well-being of his allies, Alfred and his newest companion, Winnie, fly into your character's country. Alfred is scheduled for diplomatic meetings with several countries, and your character is first on the list.




    When Winnie meets your character, it's like lightning in the air between them. Love at first sight. Your character is better at pretending to brush it off, but Winnie is awestruck by him. She wants to learn everything about him while she can. Flattered by her interest in him, he offers to let Winifred stay with him while Alfred travels around Europe, to which she immediately agrees.




    In that time, they will grow closer than the young state of Wyoming ever thought possible.




    But nothing gold can stay, unfortunately, and danger looms in every step these newfound lovers take.




    So if you're interested in joining, all I ask is that you remain active, and that you are capable of roleplaying at a semi-advanced level! In the spoiler below, you will find a list of characters who I'd like you to choose from to play!




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  • usuk civil war plot, anyone? // pafp

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px][color=white]So I have this headcanon, right?


    Where there is no separate personification of the Confederacy or Union during the Civil War. Instead, Alfred is at war with himself both literally and figuratively. He's mentally unstable, and might seem entirely insane to anyone who spends longer than an hour with him. His personality jumps from one trait to another, and where he might be cheery and confident one second, he becomes aggressive and defensive the next.


    I was hoping that somebody would be willing to play England for this idea I have.


    After hearing about the war, Arthur decides that he may as well take a trip to America's place to check up on him, and he's shocked by the ruin of a man that he comes to discover. At first, nothing much seems awry, but the longer Arthur is around his former colony, the more it becomes evident that he's pretty unraveled.


    Arthur makes up his mind to stay and help Alfred recover. This can be out of love or just a simple act of concern on Arthur's part.


    So ye. If you're interested, then post here! I'm also ready to listen to any other ideas you might have for this thread before we begin, because that's all I really have right now.

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  • UNDERNEATH IT ALL [hetalia] WE'RE JUST SAVAGES [pafp]

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    Hello! If you are thinking about joining this thread, I only have two requirements! The first one is that you remain active, and be willing to PM me if there is a chance that you will not be able to reply for longer than a week! My second requirement is that you be capable of writing at a semi-advanced level. I'm asking for a minimum of two paragraphs per post! Now, without further ado, the plot:


    To make a long story short, Everly Casper, also known as the nation of Yatania, has thus far managed to avoid the worst of WWII. She supplies whoever is willing to pay her, and keeps her people out of the fighting.


    Your character is a pawn of the war. He never wanted to fight. It was at the persistence of his boss (or another country) that he ended up a part of the entire mess in the first place.


    After a meeting on neutral territory one day, Everly gets to talking with him. They come to find that they have more in common than either of them would have suspected. By Everly's chauffeur, the two of them get driven around the city, talking and allowing themselves to forget about the reality of the war for just a few hours.


    And, with every passing minute she spends with him, Everly begins to wonder if it would be such a bad thing to work alongside him.


    You can play as any Hetalia character from either of the World War II alliances! No form is required if you wish to join, and you can simply jump in from where I left off in the first post!


    IC:
    Everly Casper was one of those countries who nobody could account for. She rose from the ashes of a war torn land long ago, and simply was. That was back when the mere idea of modern technology was considered witchcraft, and larger countries claimed stakes to land that was not their own.


    Now, the year was 1941. Everly didn't have many qualms with others like her. Countries, that is. Sure, there were one or two who got on her nerves, but it had been a long time since any had raised a red flag of alarm for her. She, herself, was a relatively peaceful land who preferred to keep her nose out of international affairs. In particular, she wanted nothing to do with the war that was waging around her. Her boss still pushed for her to join on the side of the Allied Powers, and while she was willing to supply them with a generous amount of weaponry, she stood her ground to keep her people out of the fighting.


    Until [i]he

    		 came into the picture, she would have been willing to stay on the down-low for as long as it was necessary. When she spoke to him, however, it was like her entire state of mind changed. He made her want to help him, although it had nothing to do with the cause for which he was fighting. She realized she wanted to help because she liked him as a person; as a human being capable of thoughts and opinions as articulate and emotional as her own.




    It all began at the end of a meeting one day. Few countries attended, as was often the case with wartime, and those who did spoke very little among each other. Not a word was breathed about World War II.




    As soon as all were dismissed, all but a few countries made a hasty retreat. Some were rather busy, after all, and others were just plain uncomfortable.




    Everly, otherwise known by her country name, Yatania, was straightening her papers when she noticed him on the opposite side of the table. He was the only country yet to stand up. Judging by the vagueness of his eyes, Everly guessed him to be lost in his private contemplations.




    At first, she considered just leaving him be. After all, the war was affecting everyone in different ways. Maybe he was just looking to be alone.




    But, after a moment, she couldn't help herself, and her mouth worked faster than her brain.




    "You alright, there? The meeting's over now, you know? You can go home." Though she was silently cursing herself for her impulsiveness, she offered him an amiable enough half-smile.
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  • UNDERNEATH IT ALL [hetalia] WE'RE JUST SAVAGES [pafp]

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    Hello! If you are thinking about joining this thread, I only have two requirements! The first one is that you remain active, and be willing to PM me if there is a chance that you will not be able to reply for longer than a week! My second requirement is that you be capable of writing at a semi-advanced level. I'm asking for a minimum of two paragraphs per post! Now, without further ado, the plot:


    To make a long story short, Everly Casper, also known as the nation of Yatania, has thus far managed to avoid the worst of WWII. She supplies whoever is willing to pay her, and keeps her people out of the fighting.


    Your character is a pawn of the war. He never wanted to fight. It was at the persistence of his boss (or another country) that he ended up a part of the entire mess in the first place.


    After a meeting on neutral territory one day, Everly gets to talking with him. They come to find that they have more in common than either of them would have suspected. By Everly's chauffeur, the two of them get driven around the city, talking and allowing themselves to forget about the reality of the war for just a few hours.


    And, with every passing minute she spends with him, Everly begins to wonder if it would be such a bad thing to work alongside him.


    You can play as any Hetalia character from either of the World War II alliances! No form is required if you wish to join, and you can simply jump in from where I left off in the first post!


    IC:
    Everly Casper was one of those countries who nobody could account for. She rose from the ashes of a war torn land long ago, and simply was. That was back when the mere idea of modern technology was considered witchcraft, and larger countries claimed stakes to land that was not their own.


    Now, the year was 1941. Everly didn't have many qualms with others like her. Countries, that is. Sure, there were one or two who got on her nerves, but it had been a long time since any had raised a red flag of alarm for her. She, herself, was a relatively peaceful land who preferred to keep her nose out of international affairs. In particular, she wanted nothing to do with the war that was waging around her. Her boss still pushed for her to join on the side of the Allied Powers, and while she was willing to supply them with a generous amount of weaponry, she stood her ground to keep her people out of the fighting.


    Until [i]he

    		 came into the picture, she would have been willing to stay on the down-low for as long as it was necessary. When she spoke to him, however, it was like her entire state of mind changed. He made her want to help him, although it had nothing to do with the cause for which he was fighting. She realized she wanted to help because she liked him as a person; as a human being capable of thoughts and opinions as articulate and emotional as her own.




    It all began at the end of a meeting one day. Few countries attended, as was often the case with wartime, and those who did spoke very little among each other. Not a word was breathed about World War II.




    As soon as all were dismissed, all but a few countries made a hasty retreat. Some were rather busy, after all, and others were just plain uncomfortable.




    Everly, otherwise known by her country name, Yatania, was straightening her papers when she noticed him on the opposite side of the table. He was the only country yet to stand up. Judging by the vagueness of his eyes, Everly guessed him to be lost in his private contemplations.




    At first, she considered just leaving him be. After all, the war was affecting everyone in different ways. Maybe he was just looking to be alone.




    But, after a moment, she couldn't help herself, and her mouth worked faster than her brain.




    "You alright, there? The meeting's over now, you know? You can go home." Though she was silently cursing herself for her impulsiveness, she offered him an amiable enough half-smile.
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  • AND I COULD TREAT YOU BETTER [hetalia] BUT I'M NOT THAT SMART [pafp]

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    To imply that Lorelei was furious was, to say the least, an understatement. No, she wasn't just furious. She was [i]smoldering

    		 .




    "I can't believe that you would keep something like this from me!" she shrilled, wringing her hands. "Or that you're making me do it, for that matter! How long do you honestly think we'll survive under the same roof? You've met the guy! He's a real-"




    "Enough, Lorelei. Please, stop complaining." From beside her, Roderich Edelstein sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It sufficed to say that Lorelei was giving him a headache.




    Good. she thought, sniffing pitilessly. If she was doomed to suffer for an entire month with that douche-bag What's-His-Face, the least she could do was make her father suffer for the few minutes he had remaining with her.




    Acid spilling from her arctic blue eyes, Lorelei hunched forward with a dismal huff. Just as soon as she could prop her chin on her fist, however, Roderich reprimanded her with a quick pop on the shoulder.




    "Straighten your back. We're not heathens. The text said they would be here any minute now, and I don't want you looking like some kind of sloppy, American teenager when they arrive."




    She tilted her head to ensnare him in her venomous glare. He regarded her sternly, unfazed by her anger, until Lorelei could no longer take being within such close proximity of him. Clenching her fists at her side, she jutted off of the couch and retreated into the cramped kitchen.




    "I'm telling you, you're only wasting my time." She continued as she went. "This isn't going to fix anything. We don't get along, and never will."




    OOC:
    Lorelei is the difficult, aristocratic daughter of Austria. At eighteen years old, she was raised under the impression that composure is everything, and that she can get anything she wants as long as she plays her cards right. Your character is the laid back son of any country of your choice (including Prussia, despite his dissolution.). He and Lorelei have been rivals since early in their childhood, and can't even be in the same room for longer than five minutes without going at each other's throats.




    Sick of the constant bickering, Austria and the your character's mother or father came together with an idea. In order to teach their children the importance of being able to tolerate one another, they are putting them together in a small apartment. Here, they will be forced to live with each other for one whole month. Both are given five-thousand dollars in cash, and are expected to share one car until the end of the month, when they are allowed to return home.




    It's entirely possible that they'll have ripped each other's throats out by the end of the first week. At the same time, who knows? Maybe they'll have to cooperate at some point. Maybe opinions can change.




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  • AND I COULD TREAT YOU BETTER [oc x oc] BUT I'M NOT THAT SMART [pafp]

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    To imply that Lorelei was furious was, to say the least, an understatement. No, she wasn't just furious. She was [i]smoldering

    		 .




    "I can't believe that you would keep something like this from me!" she shrilled, wringing her hands. "Or that you're making me do it, for that matter! How long do you honestly think we'll survive under the same roof? You've met the guy! He's a real-"




    "Enough, Lorelei. Please, stop complaining." From beside her, Roderich Edelstein sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. It sufficed to say that Lorelei was giving him a headache.




    Good. she thought, sniffing pitilessly. If she was doomed to suffer for an entire month with that douche-bag What's-His-Face, the least she could do was make her father suffer for the few minutes he had remaining with her.




    Acid spilling freely from her arctic blue eyes, Lorelei hunched forward with a dismal huff. Just as soon as she could prop her chin on her fist, however, Roderich reprimanded her with a quick pop on the shoulder.




    "Straighten your back. We're not heathens. The text said they would be here any minute now, and I don't want you looking like some kind of sloppy, American teenager when they arrive."




    She tilted her head to ensnare him in her venomous glare. He regarded her sternly, unfazed by her anger, until Lorelei could no longer take being within such close proximity of him. Clenching her fists at her side, she jutted off of the couch and retreated into the cramped kitchen.




    "I'm telling you, you're only wasting my time." She continued as she went. "This isn't going to fix anything. We don't get along, and never will."




    OOC:
    Lorelei is the difficult, aristocratic daughter of Austria. At seventeen years old, she was raised under the impression that composure is everything, and that she can get anything she wants as long as she plays her cards right. Your character is the son of any country of your choice (including Prussia, despite his dissolution.). He and Lorelei have been rivals since early in their childhood, and can't even be in the same room for longer than five minutes without going at each other's throats.




    Sick of the constant bickering, Austria and the your character's mother or father came together with an idea. In order to teach their children the importance of being able to tolerate one another, they are putting them together in a small apartment. Here, they will be forced to live with each other for one whole month. Both are given five-thousand dollars in cash, and are expected to share one vehicle until the end of the month, when they are allowed to return home.




    It's entirely possible that they'll have ripped each other's throats out by the end of the first week. At the same time, who knows? Maybe they'll have to cooperate at some point. Maybe opinions can change.




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  • hetalia templates [private]

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  • BABE, THERE'S SOMETHING TRAGIC ABOUT YOU / pafp

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    Sawyer is what the people of Latania call a Halfheart. It is said that people like her have the blood of angels running through their veins, although that has been debated. They look just like regular people, only their eyes are coal black, and they usually stop aging somewhere in their early to mid-twenties. They live and die like everybody else, but they just don't seem to age past a certain point, and nobody is quite sure why that is.


    The entire country is determined to rid themselves of the Halfhearts. In reality, most people are only jealous of their inability to physically grow old, but they blame their vile hatred of these people on overpopulation and anything else they possibly can.


    Your character is a highly respected Marcher officer. Marchers are the soldiers who work under President Glass. Their sole duty is to rid the country of Halfhearts, so when Sawyer discovers that she is applying for the internship of one, her immediate instinct is to stand up, abandon her forms, and leave. Before she can, she catches your character's eye, and he latches onto her. Unsuspecting of the fact that she is a Halfheart, and attributing her dark eyes to unfortunate genetics, he offers her the job upfront. On the spot, she has no choice but to accept.


    The job consists mostly of fetching your character's coffee, as well as organizing and sending out his paperwork. Nothing too strenuous, and it pays enough for her to get by.


    Sawyer knows she walks a precarious road with this man; especially when she notices how keenly he watches her, as if seeking something out... something unnatural. In reality, he only fancies her. He wants to spend time with her, and learn more about her past, but how much can Sawyer reveal without giving away her true nature?


    If she does, will it end in her demise?


    IC:
    There was nothing Sawyer could do or say to change the mind of an entire country. They hated people like her, and that was that.


    Undesirables, people like her were called. Malevolent creatures who would soon overtake the entire population unless the good citizens of Latania did something, and did it quick.


    When President Eve Glass rose to power, the slaughters began. Sawyer was fourteen years old when she watched her family, along with everybody else in their apartment complex, get herded away by the Marchers. There had only been enough time for Sawyer's father to secure her in the cramped space of the cellar before the Marchers entered the house, stealing her parents away from her forever.


    Orphaned and afraid, Sawyer had sought a family friend, a Halfheart like her, for help. Jonas Whisk had taken her in without hesitation. Within a year, they were forced to evacuate the inner-city lest they get caught. After jumping from town to town, narrowly avoiding the Marchers wherever they went, they were able to settle in the inconspicuous town of Crossroads. Ironically, it was closer to the city than any of the other towns they had lived in, but had thus far managed to avoid the wrath of the Marchers.


    It had been almost four years since President Glass had taken reign over Latania. At last, Sawyer felt comfortable enough in Crossroads to seek work. If she were to let her guard down, there was a high likelihood of getting caught. But Sawyer was always cautious. At a time like this, she had to be.


    It's safe to say that the entire ordeal began when she applied for the internship of a well-known Marcher. The moment she looked up from the clipboard and paper in her lap and saw the uniformed officer walking through the doors of the building, there was no looking back for her. Only forward.


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  • YEAH, WE CAN BE BAD [ priv. mathilda ] AS WE CAN BE GOOD

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px][color=white]Liesel's Characters:


    Felicity Kirkland - Daughter of England
    Claudia Beilschmidt - Daughter of Germany
    Sawyer Jones - Daughter of America
    Alessandra Vargas - Daughter of N. Italy
    Mika Honda - Daughter of Japan
    Talya Braginskaya - Daughter of Russia
    Evelyn Williams - Daughter of Canada


    Mathilda's Characters:


    Rudy Beilschmidt - Son of Prussia
    Tristano Vargas - Son of S. Italy
    Luca Vargas - Son of N. Italy
    Vinicio Carriedo - Son of Spain
    Vance Kirkland - Son of England
    Simon Bonnefoy - Son of France
    Nikolai Arlofski - Son of Belarus
    Alexei Arlofski - Son of Belarus
    Qiu Wang - Son of China

  • I COULD LOOK INTO YOUR EYES [ pafp, hongice ] UNTIL THE SUN COMES UP

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    So Ice and Hong have only ever seen each other as digitized faces across the screens of their computers. After months of pleading and plotting, the two have managed to come together in Norway, where Lukas has agreed to let them stay at his place.


    This is just an easy, fluffy little thread for my precious babs, because they are actually the most adorable pairing in all of Hetalia. They'll be angst-riddled, awkward teenagers together, and it will be glorious.


    We'll begin with Hong Kong arriving at the airport, where Iceland is waiting for him!


    IC:
    Emil couldn't believe he was actually doing this. After days of verbally and emotionally prepping himself in front of a mirror, the time had come. Standing in the parking garage of the airport, arms crossed over his chest and a contemplative expression adorning his pallid features, he was left with no choice but to acknowledge that this was the real deal.


    Hong Kong's flight arrived fifteen minutes prior, but Emil knew how long it could take to navigate the airport to find one's bags. He had offered to help, but the Asian country had insisted that Emil remain waiting in the gloom of the parking garage. Emil, of course, wasn't about to sit in the car the entire time. He felt guilty enough as it was by not helping him with his bags, but if Hong Kong wanted to lug his stuff around the airport all by himself, then so be it.


    Emil would just have to help him from the door the the car.


    He was poised in front of the line of glass doors, unusual eyes sweeping consistently for the face that he had only ever seen displayed across the screen of his laptop. The face that would inevitably make his heart jump.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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  • usuk civil war plot, anyone? // pafp

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px][color=white]yESSS I'M SO HAPPY THIS GOT A REPLY! Alright, give me a few hours! I just got home from a job interview, and I need to shower and relax my mind a little before beginning!

  • usuk civil war plot, anyone? // pafp

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    Thank you !!
    And yeah, that sounds like a great idea! If you'd like, you can begin with Arthur simply arriving at Alfred's house!


    IC:
    [i]"A house divided against itself cannot stand. I believe this government cannot endure, permanently half-slave and half free. I do not expect the Union to be dissolved -- I do not expect the house to fall -- but I do expect it will cease to be divided. It will become all one thing or all the other."

    		 Almost four years later, President Lincoln's words imposed an unfaltering din in Alfred's brain. They tormented him day and night, reminding him that he was no longer whole. He was a man split in half; a nation divided.




    Oft were the times when he would be jerked into wakefulness, only to bear Lincoln's scorching grey stare in his brain for the remainder of the day.




    "You cannot endure as half of a man. We will overtake you, Alfred; we are waiting on you to fall."




    The somber voice by which he was always torn from his sleep would come to him in bits and pieces throughout the day, but would only return in full the next time he went to sleep. That was the way it had gone nearly every night since the battle at Fort Sumter.




    This particular morning, the early sky churned with procellous clouds of grey when Alfred awoke. He lay in bed for several minutes; or perhaps it had been hours. His time management skills hadn't been the keenest as of late. Nevertheless, he waited as he usually did for the initial shock of awakening to recede.




    "Half of a man..."




    Alfred sat up, slicking his fingers back through wheat colored hair. His forehead and bare chest glistened with a thin sheen of sweat.




    "Hell. Then so be it." His voice was a low, dark snicker, and he recoiled almost immediately at the sound of it.




    Lighten up, Alfred. Jeez, you sound like a real creep.




    As if to make up for the heaviness of his prior words, he spoke aloud to himself again as he peeled off his comforter and pried himself from the sheets.




    "Time to get this day started. First thing's first: coffee."




    With the uncertain expression of a hunted animal, he crossed his disheveled room, perhaps treading with a touch too much caution, and stepped out into the dimly lit kitchen.

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  • usuk civil war plot, anyone? // pafp

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    Ah, sorry! I gotcha!
    sORRY THIS IS SO LONG. I JUST HAVE SO MUCH INSPIRATION BUILT UP FOR THIS IDEA !!


    IC:
    Allow me to paint for you a picture.


    An old, dilapidated manor, squatting in a yard of lifeless grass that was made to look even duller in the pearly morning light. Where the yard met the dirt road, there grew a maple tree that, despite the static heat of the past few months, had lost its will to bloom. Chipped, white paint drifting like tumbleweeds across a flagstone path that dead-ended at a door. The door might have been the most welcoming thing about this home. The leaden window taking up most of its top half was framed by freshly painted, white wood. Neighbors were few and in between. Two of the three houses that were visible from where Alfred lived had been abandoned; the other one was occupied by a widow and her three children.


    The interior of this sulking home was hardly more cheerful than its exterior, albeit it's safe to say that it was far more eye-catching. The bottom story of the home, consisting of the kitchen, dining room, and parlor, were the worst off by far. Documents were scattered, unread, across the supper table and kitchen counter. In the living room, the situation with documents was no better, if not worse. Along with papers, books were strewn on the floor at random, and ink had spilled from its glass container onto one of the leather cushions of his couch. A musket sat, draped in cloth, beside an empty display cabinet of mahogany.


    To the right of the kitchen doorway, two flags hung on the wall: one for the Union, and one to represent the Confederacy.


    And just where might the owner of this home have been amid all the disarray and confusion, you might ask? Alfred stood in the center of the kitchen. Foggy blue eyes were squinted behind the glass lenses of his glasses, which had made it onto his face somewhere between there and his bedroom. He had a pot of water, ready for the boiling, in one hand when he heard the knock.


    "Who's that?" he queried aloud, his head tilting to one side. The doubt in his expression melted into a subtle sort of suspicion as the seconds ticked past.


    Who on Earth would be visiting him now? Lincoln was tied up with his own problems up in D.C. while Davis was in Mississippi, sending out strategies of battle faster than poor Robert Lee could be bothered to read them.


    There passed a few heartbeats in which Alfred did not move at all, rather stood there in uncertain silence. Then, making up his mind, he went to set the pot of water on the counter... But miscalculated, and ended up leaping out the doorway as it all came crashing to the ground with a harsh, metal clang that reverberated through the house.


    At first, he felt a fierce flash of anger at the sight of water, extending across the pale, kitchen floorboards. Terrific! Just dandy! Alfred couldn't get a damned thing right, could he? Not even the most simple-minded of tasks! Without thinking, he kicked the stupid pot into the wall, where it crashed and bounced back to the floor with a rattle, almost as if to mock him.


    As his anger peeled back, giving way to crushing defeat, Alfred remembered that he had somebody awaiting him at the door. "Crap... Right." Shaking his head, he backed away from the disaster, nearly tripping as he went.


    Through the translucent glaze of the door window, he made out the silhouette of a man. Shorter than him, with light hair. Never in a million years, however, would he have been able to prepare himself for the utter shock that wracked his shirtless torso when he cracked open the door to find him awaiting him there.


    Eyes the color of warmth and security stared back at him, topped off by their signature, monstrous brows.


    Blank-faced, Alfred stared him down. His name flew from the back of his throat in a rush of hot air.


    "Arthur?"

  • usuk civil war plot, anyone? // pafp

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px][color=XX]A reply was slow to Alfred's lips. He became too absorbed in staring, refamiliarizing himself with every aspect of Arthur's face.


    So long... It had been so long since that day in the rain. Lifetimes had passed between then and now, yet there Arthur stood before him as if it was the most natural thing in the world.


    With the water incident long forgotten, a range of emotions blazed across Alfred's face, the most prominent being that of an emotion that he had not allowed himself to feel in months. Raw, unfettered hope, overlaying a layer of mounting excitement. Could this, perhaps, mean that Arthur did not hate him?


    "Arthur!" He repeated, following the Englishman's words. This time, his voice sounded as a burst of delighted laughter. Without warning, He launched himself forward, threw his arms around the older country's figure, and spun him around. "I've missed you like you wouldn't believe! I can't believe you're really here again! I..." Setting him back on the ground, Alfred shook his head. He had the grin of a madman plastered to his face, for he hadn't felt this elated since long before the initiation of the war.


    It was only then that he decided to reply to Arthur's concerns about things not going so well. He waved a dismissive hand through the air. "I have this war under control, Arthur. It's nothing for you to worry about... But I'm still glad you finally decided to drop by." For a moment, he could only stand there, basking in the realization that this was not some happy dream; this was really happening.


    Then he stepped back. His broad shoulders had been blocking the worst of the mess that was laid out behind him, but as he shuffled inside, heading for the couch, the disarray became as clear as day. As if the mess wasn't even there, he gestured for Arthur to follow.


    "Come on in! I was making coffee when you got here, but that can wait if you want something else. Tea, maybe?"

  • usuk civil war plot, anyone? // pafp

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 475px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px][color=XX]“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” replied Alfred half-mindedly. He paused in the archway of the kitchen. “I clean all the time.”

    In truth, he was in such disbelief over Arthur’s appearance that it was all he could do to keep himself from overindulging in the Brit’s presence as he might have in his childhood. He had to prove that he was mature now. That he could care for himself, even in the midst of this groundbreaking war... Still, when he glanced over his shoulder, it was with a childlike sort of relief that he found Arthur still there, following in his path.

    Understandably enough, he had been so tangled up in his situation that he hadn’t much time to dwell over things like how venerously he had been missing Arthur. Before the secession began and war was declared, it was just about the only thing he could think about. After all, for someone so young, revolution could be a traumatizing thing. It hadn’t been his first war, sure, but never had such copious amounts of blood been spilled on his soil before the Revolution. Remembering some of those battles, the cruel ways that men would die, was enough to make him shiver even now.


    "But, uh, what kinda tea d'ya want?" He stepped through the puddle in the kitchen as if it wasn't even there. Sporting a rueful smile, he reached up into one of the cabinets and felt around on the top shelf until his fingers snagged on the smooth, wooden surface of his tea caddy. It had been some time since he'd bothered making tea, but he had everything he needed in case the urge arose... Since Boston, he hadn't felt the urge a single time, but it comforted him to know that he had the supplies around.


    He placed the caddy on the counter, brushing a fine layer of dust from the top before opening it up. Inside were four or five cylindrical containers, each one branded with a fading label. "I've got some Bohea, Hyson, Singlo... A few herbal ones, too." His eyes were drawn back to his companion like moths to a lantern. The guilt wasn't too prominent, but was still apparent in the way the corners of his lips kept trying to slant downward. All of those teas, particularly the first two, had been main players in the Tea Party of '73.


    Into the sea with every last one of them. Straight to the bottom of the ocean, and onward to the hell it would aspire in the hearts of colonial men everywhere.


    Alfred cleared his throat and forced a smile that didn't go any further than the ends of his mouth. "Pick your poison."

  • todo cambió cuando te vi (private)

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align:left; font-size:35px; color:#000; font-weight:bold; letter-spacing:-2px; font-family:arial][abbr=daughter of lovino vargas// grumpy, irrational, difficult]alessandra clairmont.[/abbr][/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; overflow: auto; width: 450px; height: 200px; line-height: 110%; margin-top: 5px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: -.05px][color=white]Alessandra Clairmont lived in a state of perpetual confusion.


    She was confused as she stepped from the door upon having been called out of class by a woman's nasally voice. She was confused as she walked herself to the office, palms sweating at the prospect that she might have been in trouble. But the peak of her confusion was reached when the office secretary waved her into the principal's office... and the principal was nowhere to be found.


    Instead, there sat a man with sun-kissed, oak colored skin and eyes that danced with friendliness. A light of recognition kindled somewhere in their depths the moment he saw her, and he was on his feet before she could squeeze in so much as a measly greeting.


    "[i]Por Dios, Alessandra! You're the spitting image of Lovi!"


    If he noted the cluelessness that had taken reign over her features, he chose to ignore it as he rounded the desk and embraced her in a hug that smelled of tomatoes and freshly cut grass.


    Stunned into submission, she didn't fight against the hug so much as she did lean into it at an awkward angle, her eyebrows afurrow. "Uh, who?"


    He pulled away a few moments later, but his hands never made it further away than the tops of her bony shoulders. He continued smiling, but something in the way his eyes shone was sadder now. Swallowing hard, Alessandra glanced over her shoulder at the door.


    "Look, am I in trouble? Because if I'm not, I was in the middle of an exam, and I can't-"


    Releasing her shoulder, he cut her off with a vague wave of his hand. "You're not in trouble, chiquita, but I've been granted special permission to check you out. You see, I'm friends with your papa. He asked me to-"


    Bewildered, she jerked herself out from under his one remaining hand and took a clumsy step back. "What the hell is your game, mister? My dad is dead."


    Indifferent to her rising hostility, the man clasped his hands together in front of his skinny stomach. "Yes, I heard. But, Sandra-"


    "Don't call me that."


    "-you know you were adopted. Señor Clairmont was a warmhearted man- I would know; I helped choose him- but he's not your birth father. I'm here to take you to your birth father."


    Unbeknownst to herself, Alessandra's jaw had fallen askew. Her mouth twitched as it tried to form around words, but it would be a while yet before anything but incoherent syllables would come to her.


    Her birth father? The man who decided that, after two years of having her around, he wanted nothing to do with her? Why the hell would she want to meet a bastard like that? More importantly, what did he want with her?


    "I- I- What?" She backed away until she was pressed against the wall beside the door. Her eyes were so wide that it stung to even think. "No! No way! I couldn't- I can't... He abandoned me! If it's so important to him, why didn't he just come down here himself?"


    The man eyeballed the door beside her, as if wondering whether she was preparing to make a run for it. The thought crossed her mind, but somehow knew that she wouldn't have gotten far if she were to run. She was held in place by a grappling hook of curiosity.


    "He's, uh, tied up with a few things. He's a busy guy, you know?"


    "And?" Alessandra's laughter seemed to mock the man's weak excuse. "I'm a busy girl. You still found time to drag me out of class, didn't you? Right in the middle of a test, too!"


    She recognized his growing frustration in the way he ran his index finger and thumb along his jawline. Even from a distance, she saw the thoughts flickering like helpless minnows behind his evergreen eyes.


    When seconds had come to pass with no reply, she finally shook her head and turned away towards the door. "Sorry, but I don't want to meet him." Her tone was frigid with cold sincerity.


    "Wait!" Before she could could take a single step from the office, the man had crossed the room and had placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Surprised by his swiftness, she looked pointedly up at him.


    "My name is Antonio Carriedo. Your papa, his name is Lovino. Lovino Vargas. We're only in the country for the next week before we have to leave, and I know he would love to meet you before we do." He produced a small, red and gold slip from the pocket of his shirt pocket and deposited it into her hand.


    "If you change your mind- which I hope you do- just go to the address on this card. Ask for Toni at the desk, and I'll be there." He retracted his hands to his sides and stared hopefully down at her. "Please, tell me you'll at least consider it."


    Without so much as glancing at it, Alessandra closed her fingers around the card. She felt the paper crumble in her clammy palm.


    "Sorry, Mister," she mumbled, turning and taking a stiff step away from him. "But don't hold your breath."

  • anyone up for a brother bear-like roleplay? // pafp-ish

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; letter-spacing: 0.5px][color=white]You guys, I watched Brother Bear again last night, and now there's, like, a 99% chance that I'm going to be mooning over it for the next month. it's jUST SUCH A GOOD MOVIE AHHHGFHG


    So I was wondering if anyone wanted to do a Brother Bear-like roleplay with me? Maybe with sisters, though, you feel? Like, the youngest sister would still get turned into a bear (or some other predatory creature idk) and she would get tracked by her older sister, who left the tribe to take vengeance on the creature for killing her sister.


    I would ask you to play a few different characters if you want to join though. One of the older sisters as well as the "little sibling" creature who the youngest sister would end up making a journey with.


    So ye. Anybody game?