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"Your Country Can Do"
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Revival: 1/24/2017"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end."young, scrappy and hungry more to come
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|| OOC: what is this my eyes see?? an america???? hello B) ||
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it's a kinky thing. i am,,,,, going to cry tbh,
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU REMEMBER ME,
but i used to have this one aph england account (tootrusting-tooearly GROSS NAME LMAO and now it's ludibry)
OR i used to have that deceitful-god loki account I'M
I JUST REMEMBER TALKING TO YOU A LOT
WAY BACK WHEN
AND I'M JUST REALLY EXCITED YOU'RE BACK
AND I'M SORRY IF THIS IS WEIRD
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RISE UP.
bACKFLIPS INTO THE ROOM HI
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"I'm really sorry 'bout yer boss mate."
"I really am."
(/ Pats shoulder.
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TO THE REVOLUTION !
my hetalia days are flashing before my eyes
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young scrappy and hungry i feel it, it was brought back thanks to the damned beautiful musical that is Hamilton <3
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TO THE REVOLUTION !
i was actually going to revive my revolutionary!america acc bc of hamilton
but i hardly saw any hetalia accs around so ;;
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young, scrappy and hungry I feel it ; w ;
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( Thank you, I have added this fun fact to my profile now <3 )
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OutofWar
Great to hear then!
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(( Your account is so friggin' believable. Like, omfg. I love it. ))
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( u//u Oh thank you so much. You're too kind! )
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[[ Might I just say that your account is so great and impressive. ; v ; I hope we can RP sometimes. u v u ]]
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( Thank you so much!~ You're too kind ;w; And your OC is just whoa o.o I mean you're so incredible! I would love to RP with you when I get back from my hiatus! )
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"Caio America!" Italy said with a smile.
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"Italia, bro- dude! How're you my main pasta-eating man?" Grinning the American was patting Italy's back in a way of bro-affection.
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(My god! Your account is just..bhjgakhjdsahjvkdsfa! Its just so beautiful! )
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( ;3; Oh my-- thank you so so much! I'm terribly sorry for the late response! >~< )
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((Oh it's alright, I'm pretty late myself haha))
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((I am late.
But wow, I love your account.
I am so glad to see Americans who actually their land, not like some anti-American morons I see on the internet.))
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( I'm also late 
And I really love your account too!
its so amazing how you wrote all that stuff, I rarely read those but yours was just wow
Mm, thank you, it makes me a bit embarrassed to see people who are American being so...unpatriotic, but thank you again for your compliment! )
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(*drops*)
fem-spainrp.deviantart.com/jou…
((DEAR.LORD.THIS ACCOUNT. IT'S SO PRETTY AND PERFECT AND- *fangirls so hard*))
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( Ah I'm sorry.. until I get a laptop I'm going to be on Hiatus. But thank you so much!!! <3 )
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((You're welcome, see you soon then!)
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*blinks*
wha-
w-wait!!! *chases after him*
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//Continues to run aimlessly oh no Arthur thats not good-
//Stumbles here and there before running head-first into a brick wall.
//He falls over, arms and legs spread out.
ugh-
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A-Arthur!! *drops the flowers and goes over to him, kneeling down and bites his lower lip* D-Dude what were you thinking??
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//He hesitantly sits up, keeping his gaze downwards.
//Arthur places a hand to his head, his fingers tracing over the bruise forming across his skin.
ah- how clumsy of me..
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"Bloody..." Arthur cursed under his breath in a mentally frustrated fashion, his gaze kept downwards as he began to mumble to himself in a moment of pure soliloquy. There was quite some time before the meeting began, and all the countries and nations where calmly conversing throughout the hallways as Germany and Japan prepared the meeting room. The Englishman was secluded farthest from his fellow land forms, fiddling with something in his grasp.
"Maybe I shouldn't...This will just end up badly." He whispered in low tones, his fingers tightening around the unidentified object between his hands. The faint melody of plastic cracking and crumpling emitted from those hands, showing that whatever Arthur had obtained was currently hidden within a small plastic bag, tied with a bow at the top. Despite it's seemingly normal appearance, it stank ever so slightly of smoke and burnt things. Those self-loathing guarantees of poor outcomes came to a halt, his body flinching as the all too familiar scent of McDonalds and something else he couldn't place neared him. Arthur allowed his head to tilt slightly to the side, bright, though wide; emerald eyes stared behind him like a deer in headlights. He didn't dare to move, hoping that maybe if he remained still, America wouldn't see him. Of course you can imagine how well that went, and Arthur let out a troubled sigh as he turned around from the wall to face his past colony.
"Ello-" He said blandly, keeping the unknown item behind his back as farthest from Alfred's sight as possible.
[ im gomen i apologize for any mistakes I may have made. ]
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(amg- this is so adorbs- )
Another day, yet another day he had to get up and get dressed. Because while Alfred didn't mind the meetings, he didn't try to get there very early but was always scolded upon coming late. So he had to get up at just the right time so he didn't have to wait long for the meeting to start, but enough so he wouldn't be late. But something happened- he forgot about his major jet-lag. He'd just gotten done visiting the Middle East, which made him more aggravated than usual. But that's besides the point- the fact of the matter was that Alfred had pressed snooze all but five times and now was in a rush to hurry up and get to the meeting! He was in such a rush his tie was crooked and his glasses weren't on properly so that caused for some casual bumping into. He even didn't get to get his morning coffee! What a drag, the Nation thought to himself. As he finally made it to where the meeting would be held, he was relieved to find he had time to spare in fact, yet this also irritated him. Yet when present in front of his fellow Nations he put on that enthusiastic smile that, did not quite reach his blue hues that were shielded behind his loop-sided glasses.
As he fished out a old McDonalds wrapper from his jacket, he tossed it into a trash can and ran a hand through his hair sighing. But the smile was back, hair somewhat messy but not too much. Just his style, he walked down the hallway coolly giving a wave to a few countries. When he happened to near a certain European nation, he felt himself get a bit self-conscious. He knew just how Britain was when it came to hygiene and taking care of him. But it was shrugged away as fast as he grew. Seeing the other look to him and give him a greeting, his usual happy-go-lucky voice responded; "Yo England dude, whats up man?" Stopping, he stood in front of him with his ever so energetic (not) smile, as he stopped, a very distinct yet faint smell crept up his nostrils.
( gurl you did gud <33 VERY gud ;w; I'm honored. )
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{ ahh no no no you did much better than I }
Um..." Arthur began awkwardly, clutching the wrapped package tighter within his grasp as a feeling of nervousness washed over him.
"I-I see your American dialect is as ridiculous as always." He replied, taking a moment to try and comprehend the others question before removing one hand from behind his back and ran it through his own hair in an attempt to calm himself.
"But I suppose I am doing well. And you? Are you jet lagging? You seem very offset." England replied causally, so easily able to see past the Americans not so energetic forced smile. Oh how he could read him like a book, at times that is. There where those few moments which Arthur could not understand him at all. Like his obsession with those greasy foods or his need to always be the hero. But then again he was glad he didn't understand everything about the other.
His gaze was pointed downwards before he stared up at Alfred, bright emerald eyes observing him in a judgmental manner.
"Your hair is a mess, and your glasses are crooked." England started, slight irritation in his voice as he reached a hand out to readjust the others glasses, his motions surprisingly gentle. Once again his brotherly instincts where showing as he began to fix Alfred's hair, keeping one hand behind his back still.
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( nu <3 )
As he watched the Brit, now with a curious glimmer in his eye a twitch of a smile came to his lips. A bit of a bemused look washed over his face but he tried to push it away and mask it with a nonchalant smile. "Um...?"
"Yeah, guess you could say that.." Trailing off, he really was enjoying this. Seeing how England responded, how flustered and nervous the Brit was. It was enough to make up for his misadventures this morning! "..." He stayed silent though, to let the other speak for a change. This was very interesting, he'd hardly seen England like this...well, not as much anymore. Who had time to act this way when their lives were busy, busy, busy!? "Good to hear!" Pipping up a bit the American shrugged.
"Can't complain too much.. but yeah, I am a bit jet-lagged. No worries though, I was just on my way for some coffee, theres a machine down the hall right? Why don'tcha come with?" Nudging his finger in the general direction, he was pretty sure there was one there. But his attention was caught when a silent Arthur was dazing off, deep in thought it seemed looking to the ground. What could he be thinking about? "Arthu-" Blinking he paused in mid Arthur, smiling in a cocky way. "Hey hey! Its not my fault, I was exhausted and thought I was running late!" When the Brit began to straighten his glasses, he tensed up. Even without his skin touching his own, he felt oddly embarrassed, even more so embarrassed when England started to fix his hair. "He-Hey man, quit it! Everyone's gonna laugh!" Looking around, it was only when he blurted that out did even a few nations peek to them, which is when Alfred pushed Arthur's hand away.
Pausing he finally ran a hand through his own hair and sighed a bit, but finally asked; "Whats behind your back?" Then, he turned to start walking to the coffee machine, looking to Arthur as he was half-turned. Waiting for the other to join him on his way to get something to calm his nerves and wake him up a bit more (but Arthur's embarrassing motions woke him up a bit already!)
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Ivan had been sent by Vladimir Putin to go and venture forth into America's territory. Even though he hated the other with a fiery passion, it was good from him to get some time away from his familiar zone. As a former adventurer himself, he always enjoyed a good trek into the unknown. He hadn't been to America since the Cold War, which he still claims to have won in his favor. Hunger is what his main issue was. Should he subject himself to America's foods? Or stay true to his own customs and use his own meals as nourishment? A wave of frustration washed onto him as he tromped into a nearby McDonalds..a obvious look of shame shown upon his face like a neon sign in the dark.
Oh how he hated loosing to people he hated..
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The American had just finished up a meeting in New York he had, loosening his tie as soon as he walked out of the building, America sighed. "Man do those guys know how to bore someone to death.." Muttering he was also frustrated with how the procedure went and how issues came up that made him fidgety. Shaking his head he felt he could push off certain issues for a bit longer as he lifted his head and let out another sigh. "I need something to make me chill, ASAP." Looking around, nothing came to mind- nothing, that is until that familiar roaring sound came from his stomach. A bit of a amused chuckle escaped his lips as he shook his head; "Food it is." Taking another survey, he dropped his hand that was loosening his tie to his side and saw there was a McDonalds just down the street. What luck! Walking in eagerly, a bit of that enthusiastic smile appeared on his face as his eyes lit up upon seeing the menu.
"Hahaha awesome! Great, this is just what I-" The wet, and unseen floor had caused the Nation to slip and bump harshly into someone, almost knocking them both down. Grunting, he looked at who he bumped into; "Whoa, man I'm totally sorry." When he saw just who it was he bumped into, a very tall Russian man with that huge nose, he frowned and pushed himself away. "...Its you." Was all he said, already glaring and feeling his body tense up just from seeing him.
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His lips curved up into a fake, warm and inviting smile. Keeping is temper is what he had trained for in situations such as these. Although he gave out a fake chuckle, he wanted to grab those glasses off of the other's face and smash them onto the ground, but he wanted to be the bigger person...figurative speaking. Sighing deeply and crossing his arms over his wide chest, he looked down at the other as if he were nothing more than a speck of dust. He even gave way to a small chuckle, seeing as how tiny he was in comparison to himself.
"Ah...привет,Amerika. Funny meeting you here..."
The sarcasm rolled of his tongue like water off a duck's back. His accent was extremely thick as well. Any thicker and the small American would have bumped into it.
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The feeling that arose when he was just around the tall Russian got his blood boiling to a fine point. It was just like cats and dogs- Ivan the cat, Alfred the dog. More because Ivan could be more mysterious, more of a sleuth admittedly than Alfred. But still, this cat was bigger than him. That was part of the reason it ticked him off, the fact of the matter was hardly anyone was bigger than America- yet this guy towered over him! Wasn't that just some bull- "Yeah, Russia dude.. hey. It is kinda funny meeting you here too." His slang was altered with the semi-professional way he responded. Just the fact he had to look up at him was a constant reminder- the guy wasn't even looking at him! He was looking down! "So..." As he was about to ask him what the hell are you doing here? The blonde was interrupted by a young woman clearing her throat. Obviously awaiting to place her order, followed by some teenagers and a few others. They were holding up the line. Grumbling under his breath, Alfred forced a friendly smile, gesturing for Ivan to go ahead. "Go order, we can talk after." It wasn't a request in the slightest, while his voice was pleasant it had a bit of a demanding note hinting in it.
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Nodding his large skull rather sharply, he took a swift step forward, tapping his foot rather impatiently at the sight of the people holding up the line. This wasn't an issue he had back in his domain all that often, so it was a shocker. While they took selfies and giggled among themselves, he crossed his large arms and arched an eyebrow. Turning his head slowly towards the other, he beckoned him to come beside him. Placing a heavy hand upon the other's shoulder, to rub his height in the other's face, he leaned down to him.
"Do your teens always do this?"
Jutting his chin out to the teens quickly, he tapped his foot even more, clearly he was about ready to just cut the entire line and make his own food in the back of the fast food joint.
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(( I am not even American but
The American glory on this account
Makes me want to cry
// crying
You put lot's of effort here <3 ))
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( ;w; ahh- thank you? <3
And dun crai- *pat pat* >~<
And yee ;w; I did-
your account is spectacular! )
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i must say that your account is awesome X3
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