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Post by Canada on Jun 29, 2012 18:25:28 GMT -5
This Roleplay is for all Roleplaying levels. Enjoy!
It's a typical world meeting for the Hetalia nations. Germany is bellowing to try and gain order, England is attempting to throttle France, Russia is stalking a very frightened Lithuania (which Poland is not very happy about), Greece dozed off somewhere at the beginning of the meeting, America is stuffing burgers in his mouth and Canada is getting beaten up by Cuba. Sealand is also there, semi-effectively hiding in order to attend. Also, Latvia is quivering in fear, Switzerland has started randomly gunning down China ("Neutrality!!") and Italy wants pasta.
No world issues are being solved in all this madness. let the randomness begin!
Basically, I just copied and pasted this off a Roleplay I made on another site. I'm lazy that way. XD
Post!
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Post by Italy on Jun 29, 2012 18:30:24 GMT -5
Italy was sitting at the table, daydreaming about pasta.
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Post by Canada on Jun 29, 2012 18:48:17 GMT -5
OOC- By the way, sorry for Powerplaying Cuba. I figured it was okay to quickly use him for a few posts because nobody has grabbed him for a username yet. ^_^;
BIC- Canada sighed, tapping quietly on his folder. He felt pretty bad, since he'd forgotten his notes on an issue he had wanted to discuss (it was on Global Warming). However, he had forgotten to pack that particular document earlier when he'd rushed out in a mad haste from the hotel he'd been issued in England. This was because he had slept in again and had been very late. He doubted any nation would notice if he crept in during someone talking, but it had still been a reason to panic. He luckily hadn't forgotten Kumajirou in his flustered state, but the collection of papers he'd spent all week writing had been left abandoned on the counter.
"America, you insane obese pig!"
Canada was snapped out of his thoughts by a loud voice and a solid dark-toned hand clamping down on his shoulder. He turned around with a familiar feeling of dread as Cuba towered over him, practically spitting steam from his ears.
"Ah, C-Cuba-San... I'm..."
He was cut off as Cuba started to whack him from the back of the head, growling out curses and threats. Canada sighed dejectedly as a sharp pain blossomed behind his ear. America, what did you do this time?... He wondered dimly as Cuba spluttered something about America finally pushing it too far this time or something. Canada watched as Kumajirou jumped from Canada's arms and ran off a few paces. No help there.
"C-Cuba! I'm..." he winced and backed away a few paces, effectively keeping out of Cuba's reach. "I'm Canada."
Cuba stopped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Then he blinked and flinched in embarrassment. "Oh, uh... Sorry there Canada." and he walked away.
Canada sat back down again, ignoring as Kumajirou again questioned his identity. He had to look for a few papers in case he'd left them at home with his other Global Warming document...
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Post by Italy on Jun 29, 2012 19:07:45 GMT -5
During all of this commotion, Italy thought of a solution to global warming.
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Post by Sealand on Jun 30, 2012 8:35:39 GMT -5
OOC- That right there is called IRONY. X3
BIC- As Sealand army-crawled under the one long table, he grumbled to himself--The rowdiness of all the other countries sort of drowning it out. "...I mean, I am a nation too so I have my own problems to deal with. What, do you not appreciate me or something? Gimme a break, I'm just a kid..." For a second, he froze and repeated his last statement. "Just a kid, just a kid...Just a kid! Right, that's why!" He cringed when he realized that he had just shouted while in the midst of hiding and that people must have been staring at the table by now. It was a miracle that someone had not yanked him out from under the table and kicked him out. Sighing, he army-crawled in the opposite direction, and this time he kept his mouth shut. As he went along, he examined the different countries' shoes-- which helped him to identify the people easily. He clicked his tongue twice before mumbling to himself. " Hmm...That's England, then France, Spain, Italy, Sweden...R-russia...Latvia, Romano, Canada..." He counted all the people and estimated in his head. "About 100-some."
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Post by Canada on Jun 30, 2012 11:38:35 GMT -5
Canada blinked as he heard the tiniest of scuffles amid the commotion that was the World Meeting. He tilted his head in puzzlement and blew slowly from his mouth, letting his breath ruffle that one unruly curl of hair that seemed to defy the laws of gravity. What could be making those muffled noises? He noted that they were apparently coming from under the table, and understanding dawned on him as he lifted a corner of the tablecloth. He blinked again in mild confusion at the small micro nation that was sneaking around by the nations' feet, his dark blonde eyebrows lifting in surprise.
"E-Eh... Sealand, what are you doing under the table?"
His voice wasn't exactly the loudest, so he wasn't too worried about England overhearing him. He wasn't a tattler, whatever America said, and he had long since forgiven Sealand for once pretending to be him at a previous meeting. He was genuinely curious as to why the sea fort would insist on sneaking around under the long oak table. Wasn't the point of sneaking into a meeting that the sneaker should at some point find somewhere to be quiet and sit down to listen in without being noticed? It worked just fine for Canada, and he wasn't even trying to not be noticed.
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Post by Sealand on Jun 30, 2012 12:31:14 GMT -5
When the tablecloth was lifted, Sealand flinched. He put a finger to his lip and shushed him. "Shh, I'm hiding," He hissed, keeping his voice down. "I've almost completely blown my cover already. If anyone notices me again, then someone's either going to call security on me, or throw me out themselves." He bit his lip, his bright blue gaze flicking side to side to see if anyone else was watching him besides Canada. Apparently not. Good, he was safe...for now, at least. "Are you going to get someone to throw me out- Desu yo? Because that would be so uncool if you did...Please don't blow my cover, Mister Canada!"
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Post by Japan on Jun 30, 2012 12:56:23 GMT -5
The sight that greeted Japan was the same one as always. Of course most everyone was fighting or yelling or causing some sort of mayhem, this was of little concern to him, so he took his usual seat and waited. Something interesting that caught his eye was Canada looking under the table, his mouth was moving and he seemed to be speaking to someone or something. He had found Canada to be a quiet nation who he rarely heard speak, although the others didn't give him the ability to. Japan did not show any sign that he was watching, only that he was busying himself with a few papers and whatnot. It was hard to concentrate during these meetings as someone was always yelling about this, that, and the other thing. He took his time to scan the room, it was amazing anything, even something small, was ever accomplished with how the nations acted. If it were up to him they would all be working, and working hard, but that was never going to happen.
(Did I stay in character? xD I tried to, but if not it is because I was trying to get this up quickly)
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Post by Canada on Jun 30, 2012 14:01:48 GMT -5
Canada chuckled, only shaking his head. His curl bobbed with the movement. He paused, then murmured. "The nation two chairs down from me is fidgety, I would suggest being careful there." He wasn't going to go off and tell on Sealand, and he figured that it would be just plain mean not to warn the micro-nation about the possibility of being accidentally kicked. He turned and, pretending nothing happened, sat back up straight in his wooden chair. He let the tablecloth fall back in place and resumed taking interest in his boring notes. Kumajirou blinked blankly down at where Sealand was behind the tablecloth and then turned away, losing interest. Kuma didn't much care whether there was a young micro-nation crawling around, he was more interested in the prospect of whether or not he could somehow manage to get the bottle of maple syrup out of his owner's briefcase without being noticed. He hadn't realized Japan noticed their conversation.
OOC- By the way, the fidgety nation is nobody in particular. It's just a random nation. XD
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Post by Sealand on Jun 30, 2012 15:39:14 GMT -5
"Thanks a bunch," Whispered Sealand, giving him a lopsided smile and a wink before the tablecloth fell back in place. He nodded his head, repeating the advice over and over in his head. The nation two chairs down... The micro-nation counted the chairs as he went along, being careful around 'the nation two chairs down'. "If I can find that jerk, then--!" The boy shut his eyes tight and let out a small yelp when he was kicked in the stomach by someone else. He rolled over onto his back, clutching his stomach and took deep breaths. Rrgh, I'll have to be more careful... When he got moving again, he tried not to make any more sound. The other nations above had already heard him twice now, and he didn't want to take any chances. At least now, mostly everyone else was too focused on quarreling to notice him. "Phew..."
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Post by Canada on Jun 30, 2012 19:24:07 GMT -5
Canada pretended not to notice the new noises the micro nation under the table was making, instead turning to a recently-arrived Japan.
"U-Um, excuse me... Mister Japan..." He felt himself tug his own curl in embarrassment. Tugging his own curl was a nervous habit he tended to have, and he was frankly very lucky that his curl didn't have strange 'effects' like the Italy brothers' did. He could feel his face flush a warm pink with embarrassment from the question he was about to ask. "I was wondering if, um... You could let me borrow a few of your notes from last meeting? I-I... Kind of came in late..." he admitted, absentmindedly rubbing Kumajirou behind the ears. Canada wasn't a morning person and had a tendency to sleep in often, so he was also very often late for the world meetings. Last time he'd come in later than usual, so he'd missed the first round of discussions. And America had ignored him when he'd asked to borrow his notes, so he supposed that Japan would be nice enough to let him copy off his notes. America had said that Japan was a great person, right?
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Post by Italy on Jun 30, 2012 21:10:04 GMT -5
Italy finally looked upand saw all of the awkwardness. He continued daydreaming about pasta.
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