China
is
hosting an old WWII Allies meet-up at his house. There will be food and drink and polite conversation. Just... Don't mess with anything.
((DOGIYGHKGYBHHUYKFUGV ENTER KEY. D8 One sec... Let me finish that...))
China
is
hosting an old WWII Allies meet-up at his house. There will be food and drink and polite conversation. Just... Don't mess with anything.
England
will
gladly attend-it'll be...interesting, to say the least, to have all of the Allies together again. ...and he's going to intentionally break
those valuable vases of yours. Just so you have a warning.
((I'mma edit the first post now because I'm OCD like that and it's bothering me... >A>
)
)
China
is
only slightly happy that you decided to come, but makes sure to take down and hide the more valuable things before you get to his house.
(Oh, alright~ Have fun with that~ :3)
plants to cast a spell and hunt down those breakable objects...unless you find something to distract him with. Tea, possibly?
would totally come~! x)
China
will
make sure there is tea to distract England. He is also very happy that Russia will be attending and makes sure to get Vodka...
England
thinks
it's a bad idea to have alchohol at a party if you really want to keep the items in your house intact...
Alfred
is
so there that you cannot contemplate how there he is. Look, it's already in his phone. v.v
After all, can't be complete without the hero, now, can it?
Ivan
is
very glad for the vodka - and that's probably just to distract himself from something unpleasant~
England
is
looking forward to the event now...but we don't have to invite the frog, do we?
Obviously we must!
....must we?
agrees with Russia, "It's for ALL the Allies, aru- France included. Sorry England."
Alfred
thinks
there's nothing wrong with Frenchie! Long as he doesn't grope us!
sighs more audibly than necessary-he's going to need alchohol, after all... "Yes, alright...I suppose I can tolerate his prescence for
that long,then."
Ivan
thinks
it's quite impossible for France not to touch people inappropriately...
Alfred
thinks
you people cannot contemplate how excited he is. v.v
China
needs
to invite one more person but can't remember who...
And that is exactly my point-if it's just the six of us alone in China's house...lord knows what France will try to pull. Hmph/
I sort of agree with England, aru. France does have... Wandering hands...
........ Let's just each buy a taser, yeah?~
England
thinks
it's more than just 'wandering hands'...and Canada. You need to invite Canada, yes?
China
thinks
that America's idea is a good one. "Canada, aru? Oh yes! America's brother up north!"
Oh, right, we need bro, too! Haha, I forgot.~
resists the urge to beat his head against the wall. And yes, a taser sounds like a brilliant idea...he'll go ahead and pre-order six of
them. "Yes, that one. Matthew. ...haven't you seen him in the World Meetings...?"
Nope!~ I didn't even know Mattie came to those. And yay, a weapon! Happy.~
shrugs, "Not really, aru. I think I might have seen him around once or twice but..." He trails off, feeling bad for not noticing him.
...how can you not notice your own brother? Honestly, Alfred...
"...I see. Well, you'll have a chance to get...re-acquainted with him during the party. Should I bring a tray of scones with me?"
"NO."
"Ah, I mean, I'll be doing all the cooking, aru~ So, there's no need to."
Alfred
will
bring his pistols along if England beings scones.~
England
is
miffed by the negative response. ...he's going to bring scones anyway, and shove them down your throat.
China
will
not allow America to bring pistols and at this rate will have to box up ALL of his valuables... So much work...
Alfred
will
shoot before that happens!~
England
will
leave his scones at home if America doesn't bring any weapons...there's probably going to be enough drama and arguing at the party as it is.
Alfred
thinks
you can't stop him! Give him his props, dude.
England
wants
to know what you mean by...'props'...?
that they're part of him!~
China
is
miffed that you people are ruining his party by bringing charcoal scones and pistols. He sulks off to box up his valuables.
England
is
severly confused...a part of you? How so?
*make that PLANNING to ruin his party
I just can't go anywhere without 'em, yeah? Besides, they've saved your butt a few times.~
....alright, I suppose you've got a point there...just don't bring anything overly huge or ridiculous. The taser should be sufficient.
...is still searching for the vodka...~
My pistols are fine, dude. v.v
hands Russia a bottle of vodka, having already started in on it thanks to dealing with the other two.
...just who do you plan on shooting??
When, exactly, are we going to hold this party, China...?
sighs, "Very soon.. Possibly tomorrow if I can get everything ready by then, aru."
doesn't care, as long as he can drink himself content~! And why is America bringing guns?
England
will
happily use it as an excuse to take the day off, then...would you like assistance in setting things up?
China
will
allow England to help with set-up AS LONG AS he promises to carry the treat the vases with upmost care and not to get drunk.
promises that he won't break vases or get drunk...before the party. He'll be careful during set-up.
China
is
happy for the help then.
England
gives
you a smile, inwardly planning to curse you as soon as he gets home.
Ivan
thinks
England suddenly turned very evil. :|
England
has
just finally tipped over the edge of insanity...there's a very large difference.
China
is
freaked out that England is smiling at him. "U-um... Does anyone else want to help with set-up, aru?"
Ivan
is
more than willing~ x)
China
is
glad to have someone else there and not be alone with the psycho-maniac England.
England
is
not a psycho, thank you for much. Blasted Oriental wanker...huff huff.
Ivan
is
glad not to be the only psycho~ /cheers with England
realizes he will have TWO psychos in his house now. He isn't sure this is a good idea. "Well... Come on then, let's go get some things
set-up."
insists that he is not a psycho-he was joking when he claimed to have lost his sanity...he's perfectly sane, isn't he? "Yes, alright
then...what all do we need?"
China
thinks
for a second. "Well, first we need snacks and drinks that everyone will like, aru."
"I'll cover the snacks." An immediate reply-he's already mentioned that he's bringing scones. You can't stop him, you know~...
Not if you're planning on cooking them, you aren't!
England
is
, indeed, planning on cooking them-and they will be delicious, and you will all eat them.
China
will
not allow this. "If you want to be in charge of the snacks, aru- you must buy them! I'll even give you the money to do so!"
doesn't actually mind eating England's scones...though they do taste a bit dry at times.
England
thinks
that home-made snacks are so much better than store-bought ones...but if everyone hates the wonder of British cuisine that much, he'll
buy some sort of...cake. And lots of alchohol.
China
thinks
that England should do that. He hands him some money. "Do you want us to tag along or do you have it covered, aru?"
"I think I can handle it on my own." He replies, slipping the money into his pocket. ...just in case, he's going to buy ingredients for
scones.
can't wait for the scones~ x) Though they taste somewhat bland...
England
is
glad that at least someone appreciates him cooking...why doesn't you wash it down with vodka?
*don't
tells England he better not spend his money on ingredients for scones. If he wants to buy them, he should use his own money.
England
will
use your money anyway. What did you expect, trusting him with such a large amount of cash~?
can wash anything down with vodka~ That's just the magical properties of it!
...magical properties? Is that so?
Da.
snatches the money back, "Fine. Use your own money to buy the snacks, aru!" He stuffs the bills back in his pocket, pouting at England's
behavior.
simply crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at you. "That's bloody ridiculous! Buy them yourself, then!!"
...also goes off to reasearch the magical properties of vodka...
sighs, "You're not being any help, aru!!" He storms off to buy the things he needs to make snacks, pouting.
Ivan
wishes
England the best of luck, because even he hasn't found anything other than the obvious...and he's been drinking the thing his whole life.
sticks his tongue out at you as you leave, even if it's a bit...uncouth. He blinks, glancing back at Russia-he doesn't drink vodka very
often, so...what is the 'obvious'...?
decides that leaving the other two here could lead to one of them hurting himself or the other or both. He grabs their hands, and pulls
them off with him like little kids. "Come on, aru. You both promised to help!"
does not appreciate being treated like a child, but is too...tired to fight back right now. He reluctantly allows himself to be dragged
along, trying to think of creative, personal insults for China. "Yes, and then you snapped at me!"
lets himself get dragged away as well, contemplating to himself what else he could eat with vodka...~
drags the both of them to the market, grabbing a basket. "Because you were being difficult to deal with, aru! Now hold this." He thrusts
the basket in Russia's direction.
England
thinks
that you could eat...anything with vodka,couldn't you...? "I was being difficult??" He cries in disbelief, sounding rather offended. "
What a cheeky thing to say...hmph..."
blinks at the basket in surprise, not sure what he's supposed to do with it... And yes, he probably could find a way to enjoy everything
with vodka~!
immediantly heads towards the pastries section-if they can't have scones, then he wants something extremely sweet...
doesn't mind England going off to get sweets, "Alright, Russia, all you have to do is hold the basket and walk along and let me put the
things into the basket."
Ivan
thinks
that's a simple task, so he'll just follow behind China...~
chooses the biggest, most mouthwatering and, of course, most expensive cake-probably better than anything he could ever make, but...well
,an Englishman can dream. He asks the elderly woman behind the counter to box it up for him and send it to China's house.
looks around for snacks and ingredients to make them, getting to best and cheapest he can find and placing them into the basket.
England
wonders
how you can find things that are both delicious and cheap...it makes you sound like America, almost.
China
thinks
that you can find plenty of cheap and delicious things at markets if you look hard enough.
isn't too sure about that, given the cost of importation...but he'll take your word for it.
Ivan
is
just going to pick off something random off the shelf that looks nice...~
reminds you to buy plenty of alchohol. ...strong alchohol.
Alfred
is
picking the cake, sorry!~
reminds England that the whole point of markets is that most of the products are local. He keeps an eye on Russia.
(Fux I leave for like an hour lol...)
(And you miss so much... Owo This group has really picked up.)
((XD I just have no life for the next 5 hours.))
refuses to allow America to pick the cake-he doesn't want it to have any...bizzare colours.
does not need an eye to be kept on him because he's a good person~ x)
What! There is nothing wrong with blue cake, so shut up!
(Pfft, who needs a life~? :3 This is much more fun~ /shot)
((/agrees with England))
isn't too sure about that...with such a childish demeanor, you shouldn't be left alone for too long...
( Oh fun~ will get on laptop now so I can spam replies!)
((.../likes that))
keeps an eye on Russia anyway, finishing up his shopping and is happy with his choices.
(Woo-hoo~ /takes advantage of the new 'dislike' button...because I can~)
Ivan
is
going to continue shoving random things into his basket, because it's fun!
((...THERE'S A DISLIKE BUTTON?))
(Indeed~...not on Plurk, though...I think. Owo)
England
thinks
that's a waste of money...China's money, and he will gladly help~
Ivan
is
now over the moon because he just found a large bottle of vodka~! In the basket it goes~
wasn't aware they made bottles that large...tommorow's party is going to be interesting~...
facepalms, taking a couple of the items out, but lets him keep a couple large bottles of Vodka, "No Russia. We don't need all this!"
defiantly puts the items back in the basket. "No, I think we do..."
Alfred
thinks
you old people should stop arguing over alcohol, geez! Can't you get through this without being drunk?!
And no, blue cake is the best, England. Shut up.
Ivan
is
quite sad when China starts grabbing things out of the basket...all his effort to go shopping... ;-;
And what is so wrong about drinking?!
explains that they're using HIS money and he doesn't want to blow it all on things they don't need for the party. He puts them back on the
shelves.
Blue cake is not the best-it doesn't taste any better, and the odd colouring sets him off!!
...and alchohol is a very touchy subject for him. You're supposed to get drunk at a party...and damn you, China-he puts the items back
in the basket, furrowing his eyebrows.
You know what!? Blue cake is awesome and you're just bitter you can't make anything even remotely as good!
And drinking... it makes you all weird old men. Weirder, actually. Geez... why are you all so damn old.
glares at England, taking the items back and putting them back on the shelves AGAIN. "No, aru!! If you want it- pay for it yourself!"
England
is
not bitter!! H-He could absolutely, if he wanted to, make a cake three times as better as any coloured cake!! Hmph...he fails to see
how you associate drinking with the elderly..."Don't treat me like a child! Stop being stingy!"
doesn't even drink that much and also wonders why America keeps bringing up being old and getting drunk...
You mean in your dreams! And of course he keeps bringing it up... he's just realized the fact for the first time. Oh, well!~ That just
means more fun for him to pull you old guys into the 20th century! Be hip, yo.
thought that was reserved only for hi-nevermind.
Ivan
is
just going to trod off somewhere to find more things to add to the overflowing basket~!
refuses to be 'hip' and takes the basket from Russia, going to check out with the items that he wanted to buy. Hands Russia another basket
to fill.
England
is
beginning to regret agreeing to help set up for the party...this is just revenge for the Opium War, isn't it, China? He goes off to help
Russia fill the basket with expensive, pointless things.
Alfred
thinks
you're lame that way... why would you not want to be hip? It's more fun and you can fit in more!~ Also,
why are you guys holding baskets and putting things in them...?
checks out his items, paying for them. "We're buying things for the party, aru. Or at least I am."
"I'm wasting China's money." He replies honestly, inviting America to find the most expensive thing in the store and put it in the basket.
"And I'm not going to pay for anything you try to buy."
Ivan
thinks
that China's just being stingy again...shoves more things into the basket.
Oh, sweet!~ Now he's excited. What sort of things are buying, dudes?~ We better have fireworks!
China
is
being stingy and doesn't really care if they all think so. "I might buy one or two things you guys want, but only if they have something
to do with the party."
England
thinks
you should pay for whatever they buy...that's what 'friends' are for, right?
Alfred
thinks
fireworks are part of the party, right? You can't have a party without fireworks, dude.
China
is
not completely sure he's friends with England. "But friends aren't supposed to take advantage of friends! By buying all this expensive stuff
with MY money, you'd be taking advantage, aru!!"
England
will
....will just buy the most expensive fireworks, then. "...well, that's fine with me. Just because I'm not supposed to do it doesn't mean
I won't~"
sulks, "America- I already have fireworks at home, aru... And England- you're mean and I'm not going to pay for your items...."
England
thinks
you should pay for his items anyway. In return for all of that unpaid opium..=___=
cheers and now proceeds to look around finding something to buy. Oh, can he buy presents for you guys with China's money?
...presents? ...well, it's certainly not a bad idea. Yes, feel free to. Spend as much as you like.
China
is
not beyond beating England's ass in public. "Buy it with your own money aruuuu.... Because I'm not going to!!"
England
was
not aware that you were so...sexually depraved. Keep your hands away from my arse.
snorts and starts recording. This is just rich.
Ivan
is
now feeling quite sorry for China, since we're all but stealing his money...
England
is
going to break that camera...and pay for it with China's money.
distractedly keeps recording while also picking out presents...
China
is
close to murdering England at this point... And is close to murdering America as well.
Alfred
wonders
why you'd want to murder him, but oh well!~ Presents, presents... maybe he should get England a cookbook, but it'd probably just go to
waste...
would like to see China murder himself and offers him an expensive-looking butcher knife. A-And a cookbook wouldn't go to waste! H-He
might able to use it to...hone his skills...
China
is
having a hard time not using the butcher knife to stab England, but doesn't want to get it dirty- since then he'd probably have to pay for
it. Not to mention, if both England and America succeed in blowing his money, he can't afford to add this too...
Alfred
is
not going to blow money! He's just buying presents; he's getting one for you, too, actually!~ And neh, dude, I think I'll
actually get you a fire extinguisher.
China
wonders
why he would want a fire extinguisher. Also thinks that if he wants to buy presents he should USE. HIS. OWN. MONEY.... aru.
would offer to buy some of the things in the baskets if China really doesn't want to pay for it...
doesn't want to make Russia do it... But he's happy that someone is interested in something other than spending his money.
Alfred
is
actually going to give England the fire extinguisher... because he's pretty sure the fire department will be happy with that. Snicker.
doesn't need a fire extinguisher-his food is perfectly delicious, a-and...he only set your kitchen on fire once!! Once!!
And no, he shouldn't, because you're already here to pay!~
...also points out that America is in a recession...are you honestly going to make him use his own money?
"Ohhh. Yes, England needs a fire extinguisher if he's going to be cooking, aru..."
"...shut up. Your food's not all that great either, you know."
Alfred
wonders
who he's going to blame for lack of cooking skills. =_= Oh, actually, we might need to buy two, considering how often he cooks...
((D8 Noooooo... I have to go. Night.))
(No you don't! ;A; Lies! D8)
England
will
...blame god for cursing him will ill-luck. Yes. And for the last time, he doesn't need a fire extinguisher!!
(Night!)
Yes, you do. I think the fire department wouldn't appreciate being called anymore, yeah?
((/glares after))
Ivan
has
just decided that he's going to pay for everything, just to get things finished up (because he really wants to drink his vodka now)~
Alfred
thinks
you should stop drinking...
England
thinks
that drinking actually sounds like a good idea right now...adds more booze to the cart.
... sighs... England being drunk is never a good sign...
England
has
no idea what you're going on about-what's wrong with him being drunk?
Ivan
has
actually never seen a drunk England before, and is now more excited than ever to witness it~!
... will, for once, go with Russia and advices him to bring a camera because he will not be disappointed. Also, important to note that,
at these times, he's England's caretaker.
wouldn't use the word caretaker...you just...take him home and...give him Aspirin in the morning and listen to his drunken rambles and-...
blast it, there really is no other word..and he'll happily let Russia see him drunk if he pays for the booze~
would do just that~ He's sure it'll be a fun experience!
doesn't doubt that~...he takes out the wad of cash that China gave him, now wondering if it will really be enough.
(Hurp-a-durp...I need to go to sleep now, too. ;A; I'll see you all tommorow~.../leaves nukes behind Night~)
(Night!~)
((...shouldn't you be sleeping as well? o3o))
(It's still 10 xD And I have no school tomorrow)
((...youngsters, these days.../sigh))
(Wtf man lol, I'm older than you.)
((...b-but like...I sleep retardly...))
(and that makes you older? Wtf XD)
((They say the older people get, the less sleep they get... = me))
(... Lies man, lies.)
((Well. :| Screw you. </3))
(What, you want to be old?)
((There are both pros and cons to it.))
(Pros, please.)
((W-well...shuddup. ;3; ))
(Wow........... just.. wow.)
((Yeah, I know. It's just that astounding.))
((/pokes Weeeell, I'm back.
((...this has turned into an OOC-chat of sorts... But welcome back~))
((I'll change that then./posts IC D8 And thank you~))
goes over to snatch the wad of cash from England, "No, aru!!" Obviously getting help for this was a terrible idea. None of them were really
helping...
Ivan
thinks
it was a wonderful idea... ;3;
China
thinks
that the idea to get help in general was okay, just not... England...
Ivan
thinks
there is too much dislike in this world... :|
China
wonders
what Russia means by that.
Well, think about it...a lot of countries don't like each other, da?
That's true, aru. A lot of countries really hate each other and fight- which is why World Meetings are so chaotic.
Exactly...sometimes I wonder why I hate the countries that I do...
Well, you must have had a reason at some point. Us countries just have a unique way of holding a grudge for longer than necessary, aru.
...oh, America would know all about holding grudges...grumblegrumble...
Why do you dislike America so much, aru?
Because he is beyond annoying...
Well, yes, but is that it, aru? I don't hate him as much as you do and I think he's very annoying.
We...just have issues with each other...~
Issues...? Like what, aru?
Our opinions vary too much.
Oh... I see, aru. I suppose that makes sense...
Though I wonder...why have you and England not made up yet? The Opium Wars were quite a while ago...
Well.. I guess we just can't get along long enough to make up. There's just something about him I can't stand.
Then that would be America and I, da~ x)
England
hates
you more than you do him, China. Hmph. He reaches for the wad of cash, looking annoyed. "Come on, you stingy twat...why not??"
keeps the money out of England's reach as well as he can, "No! I don't want you spending all my money, aru!"
England
is
very tempted to hit you, but back in Britain it's uncouth to hit little girls. Then why did you give it to me??
Ivan
is
going to start laughing at you two now, since you're both acting so childish~!
China
is
NOT A LITTLE GIRL. "So that you could buy things for the party! But obviously I was too trusting, aru!" He sticks the wad of cash into his
pocket.
places a hand on the top of your head, pushing down. Looks like a little girl to me~..."You? Trusting? Hah, that's a farce if I've
ever heard one!"
Ivan
has
to admit that China is actually quite feminine-looking...
knows that with the long-hair and short-stature that he does look feminine, but... But... England didn't have to point it out!
Ivan
thinks
that it's quite obvious, whether or not England says it aloud.
England
is
glad that Russia agrees with him. ..and still wants to hit China, feminine or not..
China
is
not enjoying being called feminine, no matter how obviously true it is. "At least let me see the items you wanted to buy, aru... Maybe I'll
pay for some of them."
doesn't care whether or not you enjoy it-he's not going to lie and tell you you're a man~ "...fine." He pouts, showing you the six carts
filled with fire extinguishers, fireworks, cakes, and...various other, useless things.
dies a little inside. "U-umm... Pick ONE cake out that you like the most and I'll buy that, aru." ;A;
doesn't know if he can pick just one...but it doesn't really matter as long as it doesn't have any odd-coloured icing or aphrodisiac in
it somewhere.
tells him that he should just pick a random one then and take it up and he'll pay for it. He can also get one fire extinguisher- just in
case. As for the fire-works: He already has some.
knows he doesn't need the fire extinguisher, but...it's more money out of China's pocket, so that's fine with him. He picks a random cake,
but..what is he supposed to do with the rest of them?
leave it there~!
agrees with Russia, "The store employees will take care of it, aru." He takes all the items and pays for them. "Alright, let's go back to my
house to do the real set-up!"
England
wonders
if he should go back to help you set up the party...are you just going to nag him even more? "...yes, alright. Fine."
China
will
probably nag at England more just because England is England. He walks back to his house, carrying the shopping bags with a bit of effort.
takes one of the bags, because he sees the trouble it's giving China~ x)
China
is
grateful for the help, opening the door to his house and stepping inside. "Here we are, aru!"
goes inside, immediantly looking for the room where you keep your most expensive, most fragile items.
drops the bags on the table, rushing to scoop up some of his most prized valuables. "N-no, aru! Don't mess with my things, aru!!"
glares at you, wishing he had brought a hammer. "How rude...I wasn't even planning to!"
glides into China's house, placing the things on the same table and sitting patiently on the sofa...~
glares back at England, "Yes you were, aru." He takes the valuables and puts them safely into a cardboard box.
"Was not...why don't you trust me?" He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and going to sit beside Russia...though, with much less
patience.
does how see how China can trust you, when you were all but scouring for those valuables.
takes the box up the stairs to the attic before returning downstairs with a scowl on his face. "England, you don't deserve my trust, aru."
points out that China's valuables deserved to be destroyed...he wouldn't do it otherwise.
Ivan
is
now pretending that he's not giggling.
takes that as an agreement. At least someone is on his side...
storms into the kitchen, pissed off at England AND Russia now.
decides to annoy him further, getting up and following him into the kitchen.
Hey~! He's neutral in this!
China
is
feeling picked on, starting to prepare the snacks that need preparation. "Unless you want to help, get out of my kitchen, aru!" He picks up
a butcher knife.
suddenly looks very nervous, taking a step back. "O-Oi, put the knife down...I-I was just going to...help, yes..."
slides into the kitchen, already pushing his sleeves up and readjusting his scarf. "What can I do~?"
wasn't actually going to use it on England, but enjoys making him scared, grinning. "Alright then- if you want to help then arrange these."
he thrusts a bag of snacks and a large serving plate in England's direction.
England
is
tempted to throw something back at you in retaliation, but...with the knife currently in your hand, he'll have to resist....just for now,
though. "Er...alright."
starts to chop some vegetables, humming a bit. "Good, aru."
arranges the snacks as neatly as possible, wondering if he should add some of his own scones into the mix.
doesn't really want him to. He finished chopping the vegetables, putting them into a pot. He picks out a bottle of vodka, going back to the
living room. "Here, aru." He hands it to Russia.
England
will
, for that exact reason, find ingredienits in your house to make scones. ...and why does Russia get to drink if he can't??
"Because Russia didn't try to destroy my valuables!"
thanks China for the bottle, giving it a small hug before popping the lid off it.
(Again, I have been left behind. Mutter.) XD
((Sorry~ We left you at the store. XD))
(XD;;; )
(Sorry... :3 Just...teleport to China's house, yea? ...and don't go to Liz's. D8)
((owo Liz?))
(Oh, not you. :3 A different one. ...she'sawhoreD8)
((ROFLROFL.))
(...GTFO, RUSSIA. ;A; Y-You liek, tttly know it's true! /le sob)
((D8 Why is there a whore that shares my name that America visits?))
(...I honestly don't know. Owo Why don't you ask America?)
realizes that America isn't there. He takes out his cellphone and after fiddling with it for almost 20 minutes, he calls the American.
((Naw, your name is Liz? SHITLOL.))
((LOLOLOL LIZ IS AWESOME SHUDDUP GAIS))
((Yes. My name is Liz. ;A; ))
(YOU KNOW MY NPC IS DA BOMB)
Alfred
has
actually become really distracted with all the cake, and he jumps a little at his phone ringing. "Yola! You've reached the hero!"
"Where are you, aru? We already left the store and at my house! Don't tell me you're still at the store..."
(STFU, you delusional bastard. ;A
"... Huh? What? Yeah, I'm at the store! Dude, I was looking at all the cakes... Did you know they have a neon rainbow one? Dude.. dude...
we so have to get this!"
"Well, if you want it, buy it. I don't care- just get here so you can help us."
"Oh, right, cool! I will then!~ Are ya' back at the house?~"
"Yes, aru. We're at my house. I think I already said that, aru."
Ivan
is
happily drinking his vodka and really hoping that America isn't actually going to bring that cake back...
"Alright, cool!~ Sorry, I'm distracted by cake! Yo', it's kay if I buy two right?~"
"Only one, aru. Bye." He hangs up.
clicks his tongue at the phone, pouting a little. Eh, he'll buy two, since he's buying it himself!~ Easy carry, easy carry as he takes a cab
back to China's house!
goes back into the kitchen, finishing up the snacks.
looks up, currently in the process of scarring your kitchen by making scones. "Oh...hullo there. I didn't think you would be, um...coming
back so soon..."
honks and has now arrived with one cake in each hand precariously balanced. And since there's the obvious dilemma of not being able to
open the door, there's the obvious solution of kicking it, yes? Which he proceeds to do so... and unhinging it. Oh, well.~
grabs a fire-extinguisher. "You can make the scones, just don't put them with any of the other food." He doesn't want him to contaminate the
other snacks.
looks up, "Aiyaaaa!! Why did you do that to my door, aru?!"
shrugs, planning on mixing them with the other snacks anyway. He also makes a mental note to later congratulate America for unhinging
China's door...something he's wanted to do for a very long time.
Ivan
is
quite interesting in seeing how England makes a scones, moving to the kitchen to blatantly stare.
"Oh." He looks down at the door he's barely noticed and makes his way in, plopping the cake on the table. "I kicked it down! It was in my
way.~"
invites Russia to help him make the scones-he's going to need a very large batch to annoy China.
China
is
very unhappy that his door is unhinged and that it seems England and America are teaming up against him... He manages to pick the door up
pushing it up beside the doorway. "This whole party thing was a bad idea, aru!"
Ivan
thinks
America is being unnecessarily violent, but says nothing as he peeps over England's shoulders. "How can I help~?"
blinks and heads into the kitchen, wondering if China has any burgers... Oh, and he thinks we better get the fire extinguishers ready.
motions towards the bowl of batter, handing you a whisk. "Just stir this, for now...the most important part is how long you leave it in the
oven, so don't worry about messing up."
Alfred
thinks
this should be good, but is now slightly bored so he goes on to blast the TV to full volume!
already has fire extinguishers on hand just in case. "Ack! Turn that down, aru!" He yells at America, putting his hands over his ears.
can't quite hear you over the cheering of the crowd in the game, actually.~
goes over to the TV and turns it down to a level that doesn't make his ears feel like someone's beating them with a bat.
would love to beat China's ears with a bat.
Alfred
is
very disappointed! And starts pondering on other things he can do now.~
goes into the kitchen and fetches a bottle of gin, deciding to take up drinking. He doesn't think he can stand being around these people
sober.
Ivan
thinks
that's a very good idea, idly handing China a bottle of vodka as he starts to whisk the mixture in the bowl.
won't be able to stand it if he's the only sober one. That means he actually has to be responsible, and that's not something he wants to
do in China's house...he'd rather be causing havoc.
takes the vodka, drinking a bit straight from the bottle. He winces a bit at the slight burn as it goes down, sighing.
What are you geezers talking about? England, go get drunk as hell. I'll be the sober one, geez.
gladly accepts the invitation to get drunk, taking one of the many bottles of vodka that they purchased. Russia, you don't mind finishing
the scones, do you~?
China
feels
a bit buzzed and bit more capable of dealing with everything. He takes a couple more gulps of the vodka, finishing the bottle off.
texts Japan to let him borrow his camera..
doesn't think it's a good idea to let you make even more blackmail, and comes at you with a bottle of vodka. "Al~fred...you ought to get
drunk, too~"
rolls his eyes. No thanks, old geezer. I'm fine with watching all of you get drunk.
smiles, getting another bottle of vodka and going into the living room. "Hehehe~"
Alfred
wonders
vaguely where all this vodka came from, and realizes he doesn't care.~
Ivan
is
just going to finish mixing everything together, and baking it until it looks black...that's how you do it, right?
"Yes, that's exactly how he does it~ Except, aru, you should cook it until it sets on fire! That's REAL British cooking, aru~"
giggle.
Alfred
thinks
he should ask Japan or Italy to cook the food for this party now...
shakes his head, pushing the bottle towards you a bit more insistently. "That's not fair~...this isn't some sort of free, international
comedy show...you've got to drink, too~" ...going to ignore that blow to his cooking pride, for now...
piles the mixtures into blobs onto the baking tray, then stuffs it into the oven on full-whack... Time to wait now~!
Alfred
is
... really just fine with watching. He doesn't really drink, anyway... and he's wondering why Russia isn't, actually.
drinks some more of the vodka, lying down on the couch. "Don't set the kitchen on fire though, aru~ That would bad!"
Alfred
thinks
China shouldn't worry. The hero will use the fire extinguisher when that happens! He's used to it with England, after all...
China
is
glad that America is here then, getting up to give the American a hug. "You're so niiiiice~"
Well, Russia's busy making my delicious scones...he'll join us in the drinkfest afterwards, won't he~? Come on~...just one bottle~?
Alfred
is
... very surprised by the hug. Like, really surprised, considering... considering no one has hugged him... He blinks, before hugging
back. "Yeah, dude, I know I am, huh? Why do ya' think I'm the world's hero?~ And no thanks, Artie, really. I remember the last time we
drank together and you repeatedly called me stupid. =3="
(...hug? Owo /reads past few posts Wha...wai don't I see?)
isn't going to drink just yet, because he wants to see everyone get intoxicated first! He kneels down to stare at the scones through the
see-through part of the oven~
lets go of America after a while, giggling again like a school girl, "Hero? Whatever you say, aru~"
((I hugged America for promising to put out the fire in the kitchen. o3o))
pats China on the head and gives him a big, megawatt smile. "Yeah, hero! I go kicking bad guys' butts and saving the good guys!~"
smiles, taking another sip of vodka, "Oh, I see, aru~ Sounds like fun! Who's the bad guy though, aru? Do you have super powers?"
Alfred
is
revelling in this, even if the other party is drunk! "It is fun! You know, especially that really nice feeling you get afterward knowing
you saved someone!" He pauses at the question. "Hm... I guess, anyone who gets in the way of justice?~ I've had a lot of bad guys before!
You can take guesses if you want, hee. And yes, of course I have superpowers!"
nods, grinning, "Ooh~ What kind of super powers, aru~?" He looks interestedly at the American.
"Lots of them, actually! But it only depends on the situation. Sometimes I have a particular superpower at one point in time, and the
next, it's gone, and I have something else!~"
smiles even wider, "Wow! How cool, aru~ Well... Which superpower of yours is your favorite~?" He gulps down more vodka, sluring his words a
bit.
Alfred
has
to pause and think about that, actually... "Well... I dunno, I can't really pick! There's just too many... though my favourite is super
strength, because then I can move anything! It's really cool.~ Ya' know, sort of like your door..."
can hear your bullcrap all the way from the kitchen, and it's ruining his admiration of the ever-slowly rising scones.
looks over at his door, frowning, "When you broke down my door you made me sad, aru! Poor door..."
pouts a little at the expression China's making. "Oh, I'm sorry! I'll get you a new one, okay? A bigger, better, and more superheroic one,
kay?~"
can smell something...burning...that's odd, did China put something else in the oven? "Russia, why didn't you put the scones in the oven
yet? The batter's going bad!"
turns at England's yell, screaming back, "I did! That's why it's smelling weird right now...should I tell them out?"
smiles slightly again, "Ohhh? Really? Do you promise, aru?" He looked hopefully up at America.
hurries into the kitchen, peering through the oven window. Well...the scones look fine..."What's that smell, then?"
nods definitely. "I promise! I'm a hero, and I always keep my promises. I've always done that after all, yeah?~ And I'll make it even more
heroic by using my colours, okay?"
shakes his head, "Nooooo, use my colors, aru! It's my house." He looks into the kitchen, "The smell is the scones, idiot, aru~ That's how
they ALWAYS smell~"
returns his attention back to the scones as well, scrunching his nose just a bit. "Not sure...did you put something weird in there?"
frowns, opening the stove and pulling a scone out. "No, your kitchen is just poor quality...it ruined the baking process." He tosses the
scone like a baseball towards China's face.
pouts. "Fine, fine! But red is just so... drab by itself!" He'll just secretly add in some blue and white stripes in the end, haha!
He's such a genius. He sniffs that... familiar smell, and he stands up and grabs the extinguisher. "Yo, do I need to put something
out now...?" Ugh...
China
is
hit in the face with a couple of the scones, "Ahhh!!" The scones were still hot and hurt like hell when they made contact with skin.
Ivan
thinks
that looks like fun~! Picking up a scone of his own up, he throws it at America's head.
drops the extinguisher and catches it, before crushing it in his hand. "Seriously, all of you! Go get drunk now or something. v.v"
takes the scones and hurls them back at England, pouting, "I hate you! You're so mean, aru!!" He goes into the livingroom, pouting.
"China!" Fun, fun, this is really just like old times!~ He can't help but laugh a little, before following China into the living room. "Dude
relax! I know England sucks and all, but ya' just gotta deal with it, yeah?~"
twists his face up in a scowl, shaking his head, "No I don't! I don't need to deal with the British bastard, aru! You can't make me!"
just barely ducks in time, thinking that he's already drunk enough, thank you, but he'll be happy to drink more. "Oi, no fair~! You can't
give up so soon~"
drinks a bit more vodka, calming down a bit, but still pouting and acting very childish. "I'm not giving up! I'm just not dealing with you
rolls his eyes and sits on the couch next to China, before an idea suddenly strikes. He leans close and whispers. "Dude, let's play a
prank on him.~"
whispers back, "A prank, aru? Sounds fun~ What did you have in mind~?"
nods. "Yeah, something that'll really hit home. I was thinking that before we do all that, we should get him drunk. Like cold out
drunk, because it's easier to make him a victim if we do." Snicker.
"Oh~ I know how to get him drunk, aru~ It shouldn't be too difficult~" He stands, going back into the kitchen.
Ivan
is
just going to ignore all the havoc happening around him, gently moving the rest of the scones onto the cooling rack.
takes a couple of the bottles of Vodka, going into the dining room and setting them up with a couple shot glasses. "England, how much vodka
have you had already, aru?"
England
is
somewhat wary about accepting alchohol directly from China and doesn't appreciate you two whispering behind his back..."Oh, just a bottle
or two~...why~?"
motions England over to the table, "Good~ I've had about the same, aru. How about a game to see who can drink the most~?"
Alfred
is
content to just slurp on his shake while he waits.~
smirks, going over to the table and sitting down. Oh, this should be an interesting~..."Is that a challenge~? Hah, I accept~...though I'm
warning you, I'll win~"
secretly doesn't care if he loses, sitting down, "Haha~ I doubt it, but we'll see~" He pours them both a glass. "Russia, do you want to be
the score-keeper or something, aru?"
Alfred
will
be the scorekeeper!~
And speaking of which, he's bored here, so he's going to go into the kitchen and wonder what the other guy's up to...
gets comfortable, wondering if what they bought will be enough to for them to finish the game. "Indeed we will~...so, on what stakes are we
playing~?"
China
thinks
about it for a second, "I'm not sure, aru. What do you want the stakes to be?"
Ivan
has
just finished moving all the scones, looking just that little bit proud of himself~ And now...to start the painful task of cleaning up...
moves over to Russia while glancing at the other two, little happy that they're distracted. "Hey, dude, need some help?~"
Ivan
is
now trying to scrub the life out of a small speck that is refusing to be washed off. "Only if you like washing up..."
"Hm, let's see~...if I win, you have to admit that I am the superior nation~"
China
thinks
that if America wants to be scorekeeper he better get back in here to keep score! "Hmm... Sure, if I still can- I'll tell you you're
superior. But if I win... Umm... You have to do the same, aru!"
Alfred
thinks
he's keeping attention; he's peeking out every now and again, you know! "Uh... no, I don't! But I'll do a better job and just keep you
company, kay?~"
nods, positive that he's going to win anyway. "Sounds like a deal~...pour the booze, then~"
peeks over and starts to take count.
pours them each a shot of vodka, picking up his glass."Alright, aru~"
picks up his glass, wondering if he can go ahead and start. "So...at the same time, right? Or do we just go at our own pace?"
just watches and wonders how this will play out.
shakes his head, "We can do it at our own pace, aru~" He brings it to his lips, downing it.
"Mm, fantastic~" He keeps a bottle of vodka at the ready, eagerly knocking back the glass.
Ivan
is
quite content to just smash all of these things (that refuse to be cleaned) to the floor...though that wouldn't quite calm him, since
they're all made of plastic... "If you say so," he grits, turning back to furiously scrubbing.
counts and hums. He looks over to the Russian and is slightly amused at his scrubbing - which is failing. "Dude... calm down a little, yeah?
It's no big deal, they're just... utensils..."
drinks a shot or two more of vodka, smiling slightly. "You're gonna lose, aru~"
does not think he's failing. Not at all. It's just the grease that's being too bloody difficult. "I am calm. What are you talking about?"
decides to forgeo the glasses and drink straight from the bottle, feeling rather confident. "Oh? And why do you say that~?"
follows suit, grabbing one and gulping it down. "Because I know you're going to lose whether you win or not, aru~"
England
gives
him a quizzical look, grabbing a second bottle. "What the hell are you going on about...?"
giggles drunkenly, "Nothing, aruuu~" He finishes off his present bottle, grabbing another as well and popping it open.
easily finishes off the...was it third? bottle, grabbing another one. This can't be good, but...his mind isn't working well enough for him
to figure it out at the moment. "That's not true...if I win, then, you've got to tell me what you've got planned~..."
nods, spilling some of the vodka as he tries to catch up with England and talk with him at the same time. "I know, aru~ But it's not like
I'll mean it when I say it, so what's the point~?"
starts to work on the next bottle, not really wanting to admit that China has a point, but...in truth, it sort of bothers him to think
that there is, indeed, some sort of plotting being done behind his back. ...a-and no, it does not scare him. "Doesn't matter...I'll just
force it out of you~"
laughs, grabbing a third bottle and quickly finishing it. He notices that there's only one left on the table and reaches for it. "How do you
Alfred
is
still counting, fyi.
plan on doing that, aru~? If I don't believe it, you can't make me mean it~"
((America does have superpowers if he can still keep count. XD))
Ivan
is
getting sick of these super-stains that just won't budge, content to just throwing everything into the bin. He's sure China can just go
grabs the bottle before China can get to it, giving him a cocky smirk. "You forget that I am a sorceror~...wouldn't you think that there
and buy new ones...
are spells out there that can make people tell the truth~?"
looks over at England, trying to grab the bottle from him, though his hand-eye-coordination is way off now. "What, aru? Well, you can't use
that crap on me! Because... I said so. Plus, it's not fair." He manages to grab ahold of the bottle.
(maybe I'll stop now LOL)
sits next to the kitchen sink and pokes Russia's forehead. "Hey, dude, just give up on that already, haha!~" Then he lowers his voice to a
whisper. "Sunny says hi, by the way!~"
"I can and I will~" He assures China, tugging on the bottle. "Oi...let go so I can win the damn contest."
pouts a bit before letting go of the bottle, "Fine, you can win, I don't care, aru~"
shies back from the sudden poke, giving the blonde an instinctive glare. "If you know anything about me at all, it's that I don't give
up." Oh, sweet irony, since he's throwing everything out as you speak...and Sunny... He blinks. "Really?"
ponders on that, swinging his legs as he grins. "Yeah, that's true, though in terms of stubbornness, I so win, haha!~" Then he pauses,
before nodding excitedly. "Yep!~ He misses you and wishes you'd come over soon.~ c: "
Ivan
gives
the American a deadpanned glare at that, contemplating throwing a sponge at the other. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, America..." He
also pauses, giving him a side-ways look with a slight smirk. "Are you sure that's not just his owner talking for him?"
blinks, finishing off the rest of the bottle. "...what do you mean? Why would you just give up like that?"
Alfred
will
definitely catch that sponge and throw it back at you, since he's in a good mood and all!~ He blinks, before sticking his tongue out at
the other playfully. "Heeeeh, not at all!~" Then he adds with a little pout. "But I mean, if you don't want to come, it's okay..."
Ivan
is
now tempted to just dump the rubbish bin over your head...but your good mood is contagious, darn it. The smirk growing wider, he finishes
trying to push everything into the garbage bag. "Of course I'll come...I wouldn't want to make Sunny unhappy..."
Alfred
is
just real happy at the prospect of a party and... some.. other things!~ He just watches you curiously as you try that... task, before he
bursts out laughing at how stupid it looks. "Really?" He perks up a bit. "Oh, and Sunny says you should bring him some burgers, too, since
he's usually hungry when you come by!~"
shrugs, "I didn't really want to win anyway, aru~ The stakes were rather silly~" He stands wobbly.
tries to stand as well, but there's too much alchohol in his system, and he immediantly slumps to the floor. "W-Wha...that makes...no
sense..."
(...also, out of curiousity, wth is Sunny? Owo)
(XD... You do not need to know!)
(B-But I want to... TT___TT)
(/evil smile)
((/evil smiles with her >D))
crouches down, smiling slightly, "Oh, and by the way- you're a superior nation, congratulations~" He stands back up, thinking that England
looks as inferior as possible slumped on the floor like that.
((D8/also REALLY wants to know- also feels unloved.))
Ivan
thinks
this party is horrible, since he can't even wash some stupid specks off the stupid plates...sulks. He also doesn't appreciate you laughing
at him like that, glaring at you to show his discontentment. "I think that'll make Sunny just that little bit round around the edges...~"
((Argh...it'd be a bother to explain...AMERICA. DO EET.))
thought this wasn't the party yet... just the preparations? Because he doesn't have the damn fireworks yet, and he will not enjoy himself at
all without them!~ And your glare just serves to further his good mood, to be honest, and he just smiles at you. "Heh, Sunny just wants
food! And Sunny also likes it better when you cook, by the way!~ Since I told him all about that time.~"
(...no, srsly. ;A; W-Whut...?)
(/laughs)
glares up at China from his position on the floor. "W-What...what was the point of this, even...?"
((/demands explanation DX))
(/agrees with China N-Not faiiiiiir, Mari...)
(/thinks secrets are fun~)
shrugs, "No point, aru~" He walks over the Brit and into the kitchen.
(...n-not true... D8)
((D8 Not for people who aren't involved in the secret.))
(/pats reassuringly)
(/clings C-C'mon...it won't hurt to tell me, right...? Owo)
((/tries to use mind control to make you tell me))
doesn't believe that, but...he can't really move right now, so there's nothing he can do about it. Damn.
cannot possibly begin to imagine the mess that he'll have to suffer through if this isn't even the real party yet! Well...there goes
his cheery mood, not that he was in one ever since he started washing up... "Then tell Sunny that I'd be very happy to cook for him...as
long as someone else does the cleaning."
(...wait. I-Is Sunny Russia and America's baby...? Owo /going to start guessing)
walks into the kitchen and over to the other two, "What are you doing, aru? Why is there a mess and a lot of plates in the garbage?" He
(Wtf baby...)
Alfred
gives
you a pat on the head and smiles, hoping that'll help! "Cheer up, dude, the party will be so much better!" And he pauses,
looks shocked. Well, as shocked as he can through the drunkeness.
pondering... "Sunny wouldn't have fun cleaning. That's for old people!
(...I don't know. ;A; I'm just...guessing, okay??)
((Does America like have multiple personalities and 'Sunny' is one of his personalities?))
(...that
(durp.)
(...that's possible. Owo ...w-why doesn't just America tell us?? /le sob)
((Sunny...isn't real, per se...))
does not believe your words for one second...besides, parties were never his thing. "No. Cleaning is for neat people...of which
((So... Is Sunny like a shared hallucination between Russia and America? o3o))
Sunny is not..." He turns to give China the biggest glare he can muster in terms of plates-being-unwashable. "And you have horrible
plates!" Pout, pout.
((And now I realize I made them sound crazy...crazier than they already are. To the question: NO.))
(Not real...per se? ;A; How do you mean...?)
(/dies laughing)
blinks, looking apologetic, "I'm... Sorry, aru." He goes and sits on the counter on a whim, watching Russia and America with a confused
and curious look.
pouts a little at that, before seeing that company has arrived! So with that, he jumps off the counter and saunters over to China,
grinning. "So, how's England?~"
smiles slightly, looking over at said Brit, "So drunk that he's wallowing on the floor, unable to get up, aru~" He laughs softly. "So, now
what? What's the rest of the plan?"
(You guys are so meaaaannnnn..../sobs Did all of this happen on a private thread or something, when I wasn't looking...? D8)
(Russia and I have a lot of private threads. XD)
"Really?" He grins childishly. "Before we do that, can we take a couple of pictures? It's always so fun teasing him after he
gets hungover, haha.~"
(...oohhh... ;A; I suppose that explains a bit, then...)
shrugs, "I don't much care if you do, aru. He's right over there." He points to the spot, a foot or so from the table. "I hope he hasn't
blacked out or thrown up on my floor, aru~"
England
is
curled up in a fetal position, wishing that he had his faerie friends with him-he can barely move, let alone speak right now, and he
((Oh. Hurp de derp, that makes sense. DX But... Still... Who the hell is Sunny?))
England
wonders
why he agreed to that blasted drinking contest...
takes out his phone then and goes over to where Artie is. He snaps pictures and encourages China to do the same. "Well... at least
he's passed out enough not to insult me..."
continues to sit on the edge of the counter, feeling sort of light and giggling to himself for no reason. He doesn't have a camera and
doesn't want to have to fight with his stupid cellphone in this state in order to snap a picture with that.
groans and squeezes his eyes shut, covering his ears with his hands. It's too bright and there's too much noise and everything hurts..
pokes England curiously.
doesn't even have the energy to shove your hand away, trying to edge away from the touch. "Nn.."
Alfred
is
actually enjoying this. Poke, poke, poke.
England
feels
as though he's either going to throw up or pass out. "C-Cruel bastard.." he murmurs weakly, trying to crawl under the table.
Ivan
is
going to crawl into a corner and curse everything there is to curse about unwashable plates...though he wonders why he's so stuck on the
idea...
takes a video of this feeble and completely fail attempt, laughing. "Hey, Artie, I thought you used to be a pirate! Why do you get so
drunk so fast?~"
did, indeed, used to be a pirate, but even back then he wouldn't have been able to handle six bottles of vodka. "G-Go away..." He groans
, the flashing lights only worsening his headache.
hops off of the counter and over to Russia, patting him on the head. "What's wrong, aru~?" He smiles slightly.
Ivan
is
still sulking about China's plates, the pouting getting worse when that very man pats his head. "Your plates are stupid..."
China
wonders
what he's talking about, "I think my plates were smart, aru, but that's just my opinion~" He moves his hand away, sitting down beside him.
blinks and sits next to the hunched figure of England. "Neh, England, do you really want me to go away?~"
((BRB Dinner~ Going out to eat. 
))
))
(Kay!)
(Oh, have fun~ :3)
wraps his arms around himself, trembling slightly from exertion. "...o-of course not, you i-idiot...d-don't ask such an obvious question.."
starts poking now, just grinning. "Then why'd you say I should stop bothering you, huh?~"
England
wishes
that he had the strength to push him away, sincerely regretting all of that vodka.."B-Because I want you here, b-but I don't want you to
p-pester me like that..."
keeps poking. "I don't get the difference, you know!~"
England
feels
his stomach clench, letting out another pained groan. "W-Well, that's not my fault, is it...?"
Alfred
is
still poking. "Probably not!~ Hey, Artie, why aren't you going on a rant like you usually do when you're drunk?"
tries to hug himself tighter, shaking his head. "B-Because...p-perhaps I don't want you to h-hear what I have to say..?"
Alfred
thinks
that curling up like is just making his poking thing easier! "Eh, that's weird though, when you're drunk, you usually just spout
whatever and you don't care who hears!"
"....what makes you think I don't care?" He asks quietly, peeking up at America momentarily. "...y-you seem to find it so bloody humourous
to get me wasted that you hardly pay attention to a single word I say...isn't that how it is...?"
"I listen when you go off like that, actually." He pouts a little, thinking about it. "Because they say when people are drunk and they
talk, that's when their true feelings come out, right?~"
finds a sudden splotch on China's wall very, very interesting...and he's still not over the whole plate fiasco...
isn't sure whether to believe that or not. You never seem to pay it any mind, too busy laughing or taking pictures or god knows what
else..."That's true...I-I didn't think you had noticed that..."
blinks. "Why the heck would I not notice when you're just going on and on? Now come on, spit it out!~"
shakes his head, at the very least glad that the poking has stopped..."I always thought that you just...tuned me out...spit what out?"
"I dunno, something, anything. I'm actually surprised you're drunk and not spouting anything.." and he' s slightly disappointed, yes.
It's not that there isn't anything to say...it's just that he's so tired of being manipulated, used, and lied to that he wonders, at this
point, what good being honest does...he's not going to lie, of course, no, never again, but... "...I'd rather not..."
Come on, please\
Ivan
is
totally not eavesdropping on this conversation...but he wonders what England means by being 'lied to'...
I fail to see how you begging helps the situation...
would really like you to tell him, and he has that puppy-dog look right now.
looks off to the side to avoid melting under that infamous look, clearing his throat. ...why do you want to know so badly?
Because you know him, and you know hes extremely curious!
...so the only reason is curiousity?
Yep!
...get used to dissapointment, then.
shrugs and ignores you completely then.
Ivan
thinks
you two need to work on your communication a little...
doesn't appreciate that, considering he's completely drunk off his arse and unable to do almost anything, but...sure, fine.
goes back to the kitchen and looks around, huffing.
Ivan
is
still in his little corner, somewhat sad that his not-so-eavesdropping session has ended...
continues to huddle under the table, wondering if he might find some way for a nation to kill themselves...
Alfred
wonders
if there's food here... Hm.
sort of wants to cry, but he'll be damned if he shows weakness in front of other people.
Ivan
is
sick of sulking by himself (China be darned, since he's just sitting there) and goes off to find England.
, still cowering under the table, would be glad for Russia's company. Better than being alone, certainly...
finds England's lonesome figure underneath a table, not quite sure what to make of that. He gives the man a small wave. "Hello~"
Alfred
has
found possible ingredients, yes!
pokes his head up, hesitantly waving back. Has Russia come to taunt him, too...? "...hullo there..."
gets himself into a comfortable positioning, bringing his knees up to his chin. "Why are you hiding underneat a table?"
glances back at the ground, his spirit, if possible, falling even farther down. "...well...why not?"
Ivan
gives
the man a deadpanned look. "Because it's a table."
would normally feel intimidated, but right now he's just rather...apathetic. "...oh...it is, isn't it..? So what?"
isn't trying to be intimidating, and goes back to staring at something random. "It's a table. People don't hide under tables."
simply shrugs, letting out a quiet sigh. "No, I suppose they don't...perhaps I'm not a person, then."
finds the answer amusing for reasons that escape him. "That is true...but it's still weird, you know."
"I never said it wasn't." He replies, feeling slightly more sober, but still...rather miserable.
((Well. :T I'm back. What happened while I was gone?))
(Nothing much, England's still under the table and America's in the kitchen cooking.)
(Oh, welcome back~ :3 Nope, you missed everything~)
((YEAH. You missed life.))
raises an eyebrow at the man, finding that England is radiating a weird aura. "What's wrong with you?"
((D8 Nooooo! That's what I get for needing to eat. Oh, alright.))
simply shakes his head, distress sinking in through the cracks in his resolve. "...nothing. Why would you get the impression that something
England
was
wrong?"
walks back into the dining room, looking at the other three with a weird look on his face. He slurs his words, "Do you all hate me, aru?" He
doesn't know why he's asking the question, but his alcohol induced brain is making him think weird things...
stiffens a bit when he hears China's voice-he's fairly sure that an argument with the man is only going to make things even worse...he's
... just pauses for a second when China comes in, eyebrow rising at the question, before he shrugs and continues frying rice.
planning on just staying under the table.
peeps out from underneath the table, waving to China but not quite hoping the man would come over...since England would just clamp up even
more if he did. He looks back to England, gesturing wildly, despite the limited space. "You just...have this aura about you.."
turns back to go into the kitchen again, watching America cook, his question still unanswered. He pouts, jumping back up onto the counter.
Alfred
is
enjoying the good smell of friend rice!~
(wow.. fried rice, yo, not friend)
"...an aura, hm...?" He lets out a quiet sigh, marking that down as his first mistake-making his feelings known. That is...no, nevermind,
that wasn't his first mistake. He's lost count at this point, though he should have done a better job of controlling himself-if he were
still sober, he wouldn't be underneath the table producing the aura that made his current mood obvious..."I see...sorry about that..."
China
thinks
that the fried rice smells really good as well. He lies back on the counter, looking over at Russia and England upside-down. "Humm..."
Alfred
is
content to just finish cooking and go back to watching a game or something! Almost done.
~
China
feels
suddenly really bad for England... Mostly because it's HIS fault that the Brit is currently under the table feeling like crap. He sighs, a
contemplative expression on his face. "Sorry, aru..." He doesn't even look at England when he says the apology, so doesn't know how he'll
know it's for him, but hopes that he gets the message across.
barely catches the apology, not sure why it's coming from China...certainly, it was the other man who got him extremely drunk, but...the
situation isn't really his fault..."Oh, er...it's fine...?"
isn't going to admit that he actually got a bit scared when China suddenly popped up (or really, down), giving England an once-over...
"It's going to be a wild guess, but did America do something? Again?"
nods, "It's sort of a little bit his fault too, aru.." He doesn't want to put the blame on the American though, since he went along with it.
finally finishes the rice and is proud of himself. He's cooked enough for all four of them, because he's just so nice like that, and
proceeds to divide it into plates - though his has the biggest share!~
perks up a bit at the smell of food, crawling out from under the table. Perhaps...perhaps he can forgive America long enough to eat, because
his stomach is killing him right now..."Ah...what is that..?"
isn't hungry and is now feeling rather crappy himself, even though the food smells really good. He rolls over onto his stomach, still on top
of the counter.
pouts at having his sudden psychologist session interrupted...but follows England out from under the table.
slides into a chair instead, deciding that it's much more comfortable than the floor. He wouldn't mind continuing his conversation with
Russia later, though, if it will help...
grins at the job done, and proceeds to bring two plates over to the rest of them. He hands one to China, and the other, to England.
But before he does so, he casts him a worried glance, before covering that up with a smile. "Here ya' go!~ Now you can all shut up for a few
minutes and eat!"
manages a small, grateful smile, grabbing a fork and starting to eat. He never would have imagined that America actually knew how to cook,
and wonders where he learned it from. He actually feels a tad bit better now, and almost misses the worried glance-now, why would the
other man be worried about him...?
sits up on the counter, cross-legged and stares at the food in his lap, still not hungry. He would normally eat just to be polite, but
China
feels
as though if he tried to eat he'd throw it up or something.
...is going to go back to sulking in his special corner now...
...but not before he steals a plate of fried rice.
looks over at Russia, as though inviting him to join the meal-he just feels...awkward sitting here alone, eating...
looks over at Russia, wondering why he's sulking so much. He wants to give away his rice to someone who'll eat it, but thinks it would be
rude to just give it away after America kindly made it for him.
blinks and rushes off to Russia, pulling the plate out of his hand. "That's not yours; that's mine!" Then he runs back into the kitchen and
offers him his plate. "That's yours. Don't go jacking other's food!" Then he offers him a smile and proceeds to sit on the counter,
munching happily.~
Ivan
thinks
that he deserves the right to sulk as much as he wants...especially when someone just forgot about him...cough ;-;
gets up, going over to sit by Russia in the corner. He knows how awful it feels to be alone when you're already feeling upset, so if the
China
is
very confused by America's switching out plates. He puts his plate off to the side, sitting with his feet up to his chest. He feels a bit
other will welcome his company, he'll willing to offer it. "...you don't mind if I eat other here, do you?"
girly in the position, but doesn't care.
continues munching on the food in his plate and wonders vaguely if Russia will see that pattern on his plate of food...
((D8 Make feet knees. You can't bring your feet to your chest.))
((You can if you're Chinese /shot shot shot))
hops down off of the counter and goes to the couch, flopping down onto it with a pout. Everyone is being so depressed, it's rubbing off on
(Owo W-What is that supposed to mean...?)
him.
((My post. -3- I said that he brought his feet to his chest, when I meant his knees.)
((... If you don't get it, never mind. XD))
(Oh, no, I saw that...I was just wondering what Mari meant by Chinese people being able to do it... Owo /mind is in the gutter)
((o3o Oh my. When did she say that?))
(/points up She said it up there~ :3 And...I took it the wrong way~)
((/facepalms))
(/slinks back ...eh?)
((D8 I don't understand./fails))
(/patpat Just...think like Connor~ :3)
((No, I get it. Fuu- I'm not like Avery okay? I just don't see WHEN she said that Chinese people could.. You know what, nevermind. -A-))
((... sighs. I was just referring to fact that Chinese "acrobats" are flexible so if you're Chinese, you could do that. xD;; ))
(/flails O-Oh, okay... ;A; Um...sorry about that...? D8)
((Let's just... Continue the rp, yes? XD))
(Oh...yes, alright. :3 Whose turn was it...?)
((/shrugs I just posted a reply so not mine.))
(Oh...well, I'm sort of waiting for Russia. :3)
(Then we wait. And relax a little, ugh.)
(Alright, works for me...a-and I can't relax... ;A; /too tense)
((D8 Is it wrong of me to feel like an unloved character when you three are off being a love-triangle?/just wondering))
((Fft... then start a love-hate thing with England and voila! Another love triangle!!)
(Huh...? Owo I-I don't know about wrong...we're not ignoring you, are we? Or do you just feel like you need a love interest..?)
((I could try to do that. Yes I want a love interest of my very owwwwn~ Er... Of China's very own. I guess I'll make more drama then. >))
))
((D8 Nooooo... Darn you emoticons... I meant to type '>8D'))
(Haha, poor you~... :3 /patpat ...I-I don't know if I trust that... Owo How are you going to make more drama..?)
Ivan
is
not paying any attention to whatever it is that's going into his mouth, chewing in an almost robotic way. He looks up to give England a
((By getting in the way of England's undying and OBVIOUS love for America while America's off having a hate-hate/love thing with Russia.))
((See? I've been paying attention./feels proud))
small pout. "Sure...if you want."
(.....er. ^^; Oh...wait, what? /confuzzled)
Alfred
wonders
then, if Russia will have eaten that piece of paper he stuck in there, too...
nods gratefully, sititng down beside Russia and continuing to eat. He wants to make some sort of small talk, to break this awkward silence,
((China is going to make things difficult for England, I'm assuming...? Or is he suddenly going to find England handsome and sexy? :3))
but...no subject comes to mind.
(Ah-hah... nice...)
((He's suddenly going to find England handsome and sexy- NO. D8 China's just gonna be a troll and get all up in this love-tri biznezz.))
sits up, looking over the edge of the couch at the other three, feeling bored. He stands, walking back over to the table- if he's going to
(Owo U-Um...not sure how to respond to that. China be trolling, yes? /runs off to cling to America)
go through the trouble of having people in his house, he's going to at least try to socialize with them.
((/shoves England off D8< ))
( ;A; /goes back to cutting)
((/clings to England instead))
Ivan
has
indeed just chewed on something rough and papery...he casts it a weary look before unfolding it...
(/cuts you D8)
watches Russia curiously, starting to understand America's OCD over the plates a second ago. "Hmm..."
glances over at the sheet of Paper in your rice, looking monetarily dumbfounded. "Er...is that...?"
hums to himself and wonders if the picture of the sunflower and Sunny is already digested. Ah, well!~ What matters is his awesome cooking.
Maybe France isn't too bad...~
(Wth guys. XD;
)
((D8 /is cut Wtf? Why'd you cut me? T-that's mean.))
('cause I'm a hater. ;A; /goes off to cut sum moar)
Though he's kind of hoping you don't open it there in front of everyone. Geez...
...is just staring at the photo (but printed on paper - really, America? Are you that cheap?) with his mouth opening and closing to form
silent words. He immediately stores the picture away in his pocket, dusting off specks of rice as he does so.
((WHY IS THERE CUTTING? O3O))
((I don't know. ;A; IGGY CUT ME./is sad))
only catches a glimpse of the photo, not really sure as to what it's supposed to be...he's not sure if it's really his place to ask,
either...."...erm..."
gets a knowing look, smiling slightly. Something's going on and no one will explain it to him, but he thinks he had already figure it out~ "
What was that piece of paper in your rice, Russia, aru?" He asks in an innocent voice.
(...yes, but you know that I love you, don't you~? ;3 /hugs)
remains completely oblivious to all the talking, and jumps off the counter as he's done his food, before proceeding to plug his earphones
in and blast up his iPod on high as he washes the dishes. La la la!~ And he is not washing your guys' dishes, just for future reerence.
reference*
((I keep messing up tenses. :T I just realized that too. Fruk. >A> Suuuure- that's why you cut me right?))
((GO FRUK!!)
(/cuts le frog instead ....y-yes? D8)
((YES FRUK IS THE BOMB. ))
))
(...homaigod, you guys. Owo S-So many UK pairings.../backs away)
((D8 Don't cut France!!/huggles))
((Hahahaha, England should be paired with everyone~ Just like France and canada and America... And Russia. XD))
(Really think we should stop making this OOC XDD)
(So, basically...you're saying everyone should be paired with everyone...? :3)
((Well... I think it's Russia's turn. :3 Or is it England's? >A</not sure))
(...probably... ^^; /checks Erm...I think it's Russia's, though. :3)
((...is it now.../slinks 8D))
((It is. >u>)
)
Ivan
is
going to pretend that he did not hear China's question, or note that tentative tone to England's one word... He turns to America, wanting
the blonde to explain things...but in front of the other two nations...? He'll just keep quiet, going back to his rice.
(Yes. Owo /pokes)
finishes off his rice, getting up to bring his plate to the sink. He's tempted to go into the livingroom and turn on the telly, if only for
the sake of creating the illusion of a pleasant, social atmosphere. He can't begin to imagine how awkward the party will be if they can't
even get along now...
China
is
not very happy that Russia shrugged off his question, watching England walk into the living room. "Well, this isn't very fun, aru." He's
starting to think that this whole 'party' thing isn't going to go over very well. He hopes that maybe with Canada and France there things
might go a bit smoothly, but doubts it.
Alfred
is
still just finishing up with the plate, wondering if China has anything else he can cook, because he's really still hungry... Humming to
himself in beat with the music, he decides that he's going to eat that cake in the dining room, since he bought two. Yes.
Ivan
is
eating his food at a snail's pace, the spoonful of rice slowly rising up to his mouth before he closes his mouth around it and pulls the
utensil out with agonizingly lagged movements...all he can think about is that goddamn picture...
offers to give his neglected plate of rice to America if he wants it. "Are you all planning on staying the night here, aru?" It's getting
((Fuuu- I think I went out of turn. o3o Sorry Iggy.))
(Oh, that's fine. :3)
((I...actually did not know we had turns, but WHATEVER.))
flips the channel, looking for a football game, but it's most just newscasts...chinese newscasts,and they aren't even terribly interesting
. "...staying the night? Er...no,actually, I was planning on going home..."
((/shrugs and finishes response))
later and he wants to know if he's going to have to lend them his guest bedroom.
(Better if we have turns so no one is left out. XD )
blinks at the plate of rice and tosses it at the sink; he'll maybe clean that later after he's done with his cake - which he is in
(Very true. :3)
the process of slicing, by the way!~ "Me? Uh... let me see..." He pulls out his phone, looking for appointments... "Yeah, I suppose I can!
I'm not going to be busy.~"
Ivan
has
finally finished, pushing him back onto his feet and lumbering his way to the kitchen with his clean plate. Catching America cutting up a
poisonous-looking cake, he gives the blonde a hard glaring at as he puts his utensils in the sink.
eyes the cake, deciding that he can stay for...a bit longer. The colour is...bizarre, as he feared, but hopefully it still tastes decent
. "Er...so, Alfred, what kind of cake is that?"
can't believe that America decided to get a cake like that, watching him cut it as well. Maybe it won't taste so bad, though honestly it
reminds him of the type of brightly-colored poisonous frogs that live in rain-forests...
pulls out one of his earphones, wondering why everyone's just suddenly looking at him - not that that's bad, of course, since this just
reminds him of the meetings where everyone was looking at him! "Uhhh, I honestly don't know, but anything that's neon and rainbow
coloured can't be too, bad right?~ You guys should have some too! 8D"
Ivan
is
going to refuse to look at that abomination of a cake, content to just start washing up everyone else's mess...because he's OCD like that.
decides that he'll just have to eat with his eyes closed or...something. He's tempted to point out that, with colouring like that, the
cake most likely contains some form of toxin or another, but...well, as a nation, the very least he'll end up with a very bad stomachache,
and if the cake is decent, it'll be worth it.
((I...need to go...to work.../hatesomuch))
(Have fun, yo!~)
(Eh? D'aww, that sucks... ;A; /patpat Good luck...)
(...though, I'll probably have to turn in soon... D8)
((2 HOURS. You can stay up. 8D))
((Sorry dude, we're not crazy with our sleep patterns like you are. xD)
((LADY. You're not one to talk. D8> ))
(...? I SLEEP!)
((WELL I SLEEP TOO. J-just...not as much...ADSLFKSDF. Late. ASDFKLDSK. Buh bye~ <3))
(Good luck at work!~ <3)
...is now having another war with those stupid plates of China's...goddammit...
(Pfft, who needs sleep~? ^^ /should be asleep right now, OTL)
goes into the kitchen, hoping that he might be able to cause damage to something of China's..."...what are you doing, Russia?"
China
is
a bit miffed that people keep deliberately destroying his things and/or ignoring him. "So, are you two going to be staying the night as
well, aru?"
Alfred
has
cut some cake and offers some to England and China. "No, seriously dudes, try it! It's going to blow your mind. Or tongue, whichever!~"
looks at the cake suspiciously. "Did your Alien friend give you the cake, aru? It looks... strange..." He takes the plate anyway and will
probably end up eating it, even if it is poisonous- dying while eating cake is better than most deaths...
Ivan
is
now arm-deep in detergent water, pulling out a plate to examine if it's clean or not. Content with that, he turns to England. "I'm washing
all the dishes...why?"
stares at China as he eats. "Dude, how is it?~" And he's still waiting for England to eat some, too...
"...well...I suppose I could stay, if everyone else is..." He replies after a moment, going over to the toxic-looking cake to risk having
a slice. "Oh, I was just curious. Would you like help with that, Russia?"
shrugs, putting the fork down. "It's alright, aru- really sweet, but otherwise edible." He doesn't really want to eat anymore of it.
Ivan
wonders
if anyone's died from the cake yet...then shrugs, because he doesn't really care all that much. "Thank you, but it's alright...~"
doesn't see why everyone's so cautious about the awesome cake and proceeds to eat about a good half of it. Now this is quality! And
he wonders if anyone else wants another piece!
cuts himself a small piece of the cake, grabbing a fork and sticking a bite into his mouth. He's suprised to find that it's...actually
rather decent. Not too bland, and...while he can't really place the flavour, it certainly doesn't taste poisonous. "Ah? You don't have to
do all of the work yourself, you know...but yes, alright..."
goes to scrape his barely eaten piece of cake into the garbage. It was much too sweet-tasting and bright to trust.
immediately goes to take China's plate away from him - "You don't need it anymore, da?" - before returning to the sink. "It's fine~ I like
cleaning up~"
pouts a little. "Hey, why don't you take my plate, too!?" He finishes up the cake and grumbles under his breath, before snickering. "Dude,
you're like a perfect housewife.~"
"Alright...but let me know if you decide you need help." He takes his cake back into the livingroom to finish watching the football game-
again, it's in Chinese, and it's probably extremely filtered by the paranoid government, but...it's better than nothing.