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Post by japan on May 16, 2011 4:12:37 GMT -5
[[OoC: This is the place where you post your characters arriving at the house. ]]
It was a wonderful day. The birds were chirping happily, singing little songs and, perhaps serenades at each other. The sun was high in the sky, and the flowers seemingly danced in the sunlight, performing their own little numbers. There were firemen helping cats out of trees, neighbours knocking on their neighbour’s doors to give them some homemade pie. If one could stare at the sun for long amounts of time, the sun would actually be wearing sunglasses and have a large grin on his face. Even the taxi driver was humming happily, for there was little to no traffic on the way to the destination.
So why did Japan feel like the world was going to end?
The happy-chirping birds were a nuisance to his ears, and he could not find himself to care about the little bird babies they would soon have. The flowers were not quite flowers, but weeds. He felt that if they were growing and even dancing, they should be stopped and perhaps a gardener should come and pull the weeds out. He did not understand how a cat would get stuck in a tree of all places; was the cat too obese to simply jump out of the tree? And of the neighbours giving each other desserts... While there was seemingly nothing wrong with that, in case that the pie tasted horrendous, they would still have to put on a large smile. It would probably be expected of them to give something back in return, and that would start a vicious cycle of questionable gifts.
Wouldn’t a person go easily blind if they were to look at the sun? Was Japan supposed to look at the sun, see the sunglasses and the grin, and then go blind? And most of all, the taxi driver was noisy . Apparently this taxi driver did not know the meaning of being a paid driver. Japan would very much appreciate if the taxi driver would stop humming, for he was horribly tone-deaf and was quite loud.
No, no, he had to calm down. Things weren’t as bad as they seemed.
It was not as if Japan didn’t appreciate this wonderful day. His mind was almost a war zone, half of him wanting to appreciate this nice weather, and the other half wanting to focus on his future. More accurately, what would happen in the next few days. His boss, that traitor, had sent him to live with many of the nation spirits. While Japan would usually have no qualms about this, he was actually quite terrified. Russia, North Korea, and America would be coming.
The world was going to explode.
And it was not an understatement, no. It was nowhere near that. There were the two incredibly reckless nations, who had caused decades of fear for most countries around the world. The fact that they would be living together was unbelievable to him. And most of all, North Korea, the nation who constantly wrote threats about throwing bombs at him would also be there. Perhaps the South and North Koreas would finally put aside their hate for each other and focus on Japan. He could just imagine it now; the two kicking him in the head and stomach, while he himself was curled up on the ground, hands trying his best to block the kicks.
And this was not the end yet. Japan had seen the map of the house, (handed out to everybody that would be coming so that they knew the room orders) and there were many stairs. And it was large. Just seeing the map made Japan anxious, for lately he had been falling a lot and breaking bones. The old age was really getting to him, and he could only be glad that his bones healed fast due to his status as a nation spirit. It was probably due to the fact that his people refused to have children. He had thought, that all the risky things on internet and television would only encourage his people to seek those things in real life. But no, instead they locked themselves up in their rooms, became NEETs, and were now a shame to his people. He just didn’t understand. Couldn’t they please please please, start breeding so the population would be even? Perhaps then Japan would stop being so tired from performing the simplest of tasks. The Chinese government used to pay their people to have more children; perhaps Japan should do that too.
Japan was so deep in thought, that he didn’t hear the taxi driver announce their arrival to the large house. The good-natured man looked back and tapped Japan on his knee, and repeated himself. Japan could only nod and say his thanks, his irritation with the taxi driver not completely gone. Looking up at the large house, Japan felt like running away. If Japan were to die, he had wanted to die somewhere close to his country.
The taxi driver left soon after Japan gave him the necessary fees, (no tip) and Japan stood there, gazing sorrowfully at the large house, with his bags beside him.
[[OoC: In Japan, during a comedy skit, you usually have the boke (i.e. Stupid) and Tsukkomi (i.e. going in) The boke usually says questionable things, while the Tsukkomi intercepts them, and questions the boke. So Japan is doing a one-man comedy skit, unknowingly. ]]
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Post by Finland on May 19, 2011 18:53:25 GMT -5
“Oh, God, we’re going to die! We’re going to die! We’re going to die!”
“Ei, it’s fine! I’ve got it!” came the tranquil response accompanied by the shriek of rubber against pavement.
“You can’t just change lanes like—Holy… You just ran a red light!”
“Voi, did I? Ah, look! That’s our exit!” More squealing tires followed the statement, as well as a few angry car horns. “The people here sure do get worked up easily,” the Finn commented with a chuckle.
For a moment, it was quiet in the car, save for the terrified whimpers coming from the passenger seat and the hum of the engine. Weird, thought Tino as he wrenched the steering wheel around to send the speeding deathtrap into a hard right. I always seem to get stuck with people that are afraid of riding in cars. I guess it must be a common phobia. The cheerful Finn looked over at his passenger, who had begun to look increasingly green since about an hour ago. The unfortunate man hadn’t known what he was in for when he’d volunteered to accompany the nation-spirit to the house in which he’d be staying. He’d always taken the stereotype of Europeans being fast drivers to be just that – a stereotype. Nothing could have prepared him for what was to come.
Informed several days prior that he was to be picking up a Finnish delegate at the airport, the driver had arrived that morning a bit excited to meet him. The Finnish government hadn’t been entirely clear on who this person who they were sending was, but they seemed to be heavily suggesting that he was important. He was a bit surprised to meet Tino for the first time, seeing that he appeared to be nothing more than a university student, albeit a relatively well-dressed one, but he led the young Finn to the car and they departed. From the airport, it was nearly a four hour drive to the house. Tino had been content to ride shotgun for the first hour until his driver stopped at a gas station for a quick fill-up. “You wouldn’t mind if I drove for a while, would you?” the blonde had requested, tone innocent as possible. It had only taken a little coaxing and a few big-eyed, pleading stares to coax the driver into relinquishing his position. Because I can get us there faster[/color] had been the nation’s response when asked his reasoning.
He wasn’t lying, thought the ex-driver now as he clung desperately to the center console with one hand and the handle over the window with his other. He’s cut our travel time in half. He continued to watch the insane Finn in his peripheral vision while searching for a nice place to vomit.
“Shouldn’t be much more than ten minutes, now!” Tino chirped happily, giving another glance at his passenger. “Are you carsick, hei? Don’t worry – a lot of people have that problem. I’d say ninety percent of the people that I’ve been in a car with have gotten ill.”
Go figure, the man thought, closing his eyes and sinking down into his seat, willing the hellish trip to be over.
He got his wish soon enough as the car skidded to a halt in front of a large house. “Wow, look at this place!” Tino marveled. His former driver hadn’t yet dared to open his eyes, worried that the Finn could hit the gas at any moment and restart the nightmare. When he heard the engine cut off, he finally cracked his eyes open, throwing the door open and clamoring out on trembling legs onto solid land once he assured himself it was safe. Tino didn’t seem to notice, exiting the abused vehicle and stepping towards the house a bit. “It’s enormous! America sure knows how to build mansions, huh?” When he turned around to see if the man with him agreed, he was met by the sight of the rear bumper of the car disappearing, only a thin trail of dust and his luggage left behind.
Guess he’s late for something, the Finn thought with a shrug, trotting back to collect his luggage (which, of course, included his rifle) before making his way to the house. As he neared the front door, he caught sight of a familiar, dark-haired figure.
“Hei, Japani! Hyvää huomenta!” he called before switching to their shared language. “So we’re the first ones here?” He noticed the dismal expression on the Asian nation’s face but chose not to put himself in an awkward situation by asking about it. Besides that, he’d been in a good mood this morning and didn’t want to be depressed just before starting on this ‘project’.
“Ah, well I’m going to check out the inside of the house.” Taking out the key that he’d been given, he unlocked the door and stepped inside to do a little exploration.
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Post by America on May 21, 2011 18:20:38 GMT -5
Alfred was very pleased to be the first one at the house! His boss had made sure of it, sending a whole team over to forcibly pack Alfred's stuff and get it over here...
...Then again, maybe that was more because Alfred had been crashing in the White House for a few days (Tony was borrowing Alfred's apartment to house some of his space-buddies who'd apparently hitchhiked their way to Earth) and his boss was hoping to get his childish nation back out sooner rather than later. Not that Alfred's boss didn't love his country! Barack just seemed to prefer that his country not roll around in mud puddles with the dog and then chase said muddy dog on a muddy chase over all the White House's antique carpeting. (And he really didn't seem to appreciate it when Alfred pointed out how Teddy wouldn't have minded the mess...)
Of course, there was another reason for Alfred to get here first. He needed to greet all the other nations that were going to be staying here! The whole idea was to improve relations or something, Alfred hadn't paid that much attention to the details. But the important thing was that they were all going to be living in a house in Alfred's house, so logically Alfred had to play the host. For a little while, anyway.
He'd even gotten all unpacked: his bed (the top bunk, of course!) had its red, white, and blue comforter spread out semi-neatly and a cheeseburger-shaped pillow sat happily in the middle. His clothes...well, there was a closet and a dresser and Alfred's stuff currently dominated the dresser. All the clothes were sloppily shoved into the drawers. The only things that were put away semi-neatly were...ah...just a couple of extra things Alfred had decided to bring along. Including a few pieces from his gun collection, a couple of action figures, and...well...um...ohlooksomeone'scarwashere!
Alfred headed for the door, hearing the sound of second car roaring up to the house (and not much later, roaring away again) and ready to greet whoever was here. Hopefully it wasn't Russia or Korea's lunatic brother, whats-his-name...Alfred had almost made it to the front door when it opened and someone walked right in. Alfred grunted as the smaller nation bumped right into him.
"...Hey! Guys! You made it!"[/color] Alfred exclaimed as he realized who he'd bumped into (and spotted a second familiar face through the open door), "Tino, Kiku, check it out! My boss set us up in an AWESOME place - there's a GIANT pool in the backyard!"[/color]
Excited, Alfred engulfed Finland in a brief bearhug before springing outside to try and snatch Japan up in another one. (Alfred had made a game out of trying this: Japan's issue with personal space usually meant the other nation was quick to avoid sudden physical contact. Alfred's record was 16 out of 100 tries!)
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Post by South Korea on May 22, 2011 11:03:53 GMT -5
Yong Soo was making good time as he cruised along the twisted roads in his best friend's country on his ST7 cruiser. He had insisted in bringing his 'baby' with him much to the chagrin of his boss, who insisted he be on his best behavior during this little project.
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"But i already have good relations with most of the other nations" Yong Soo looked at Lee with a raised brow, a bit curious as to why he was being sent to live in a house with a bunch of chosen Nations.
"It couldn't hurt to strengthen those ties and of course it's a golden opportunity for us" Lee was relaxed in his desk chair, regarding his Nation with a calm gaze, the man had always had a cool head which Yong Soo liked.
"What do you mean?" he asked as Lee leaned forward to hand him a paper, some sort of map of the house he would be staying in.
"Your brother will be there"
Yong blinked as he saw the name on the page 'Sang Kyu Im, N. Korea' but not only that another name caught his eye 'Kiku Honda, Japan' What was Al thinking? He felt his heart leap into his throat, did he want world war three to start on his turf? And what of Sang Kyu? His boss must have forced him to volunteer, putting himself in a house full of Nations weary of his presence. His twin was definitely not in the safest of places.
Yong felt a frown on his lips "You do realize you expect a miracle. You know how stubborn my family is, how stubborn I am."
"Well I suggest you look past your differences, at least for the peoples sake" Lee replied calmly, "Which is why I think this project would be good for us. You're going Yong Soo, I've set up the flights and funds and anything else you will need."
"Hey." Yong Soo held up his hands in mock surrender "I didn't say I wouldn't go, besides it's not like I have bad blood with everybody..."
"I want you to be on your best behavior Yong..." Lee peered at him with a stern gaze "That includes your.....overt friendliness"
Yong snortled a chuckle "You told me you want me to strengthen relations, don't complain about how I go about them" he cocked his head to the side with a smirk "Just because I'm not afraid to take risks doesn't mean I go in blindly" he gets up from his chair "Is there anything else sir?"
"Be at the airport by nine am, no later"
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And that was that. Yong had packed a small suitcase, if anything he wouldn't mind buying more things from Al's shores, he was quite fond of American products, though his were better of course, but he could make due, his boss had set him up with heavy funds for this 'vacation' He arrived at the house, killing the engine and setting the kick stand. He swung his leg over and got off the bike, slowly pulling off the black helmet and gazing up at the large house. Well at least it was a nice place, Al must be showing off...again, the Korean thought with a silent chuckle. He set the helmet aside and smoothed back his thick black hair. He was clad in faded denim jeans and a leather jacket, unzipped revealing a black tank top underneath. He unhitched his suitcase and slowly made his way up towards the door.
He stops as he catches sight of his brother, Kiku. He peered at him a moment, his gaze betrayed nothing but the Korean approached the Japanese Man and suddenly a smirk broke his lips as he draped his free arm over Kiku's shoulders.
"Kiku! Long time no see bro. So you got sucked into staying with us too huh? Imagine that!" He laughed lightly, the moods on his face changing with such ease, his brown eyes alight with amusement "So...you heard Sang's comin right? Part of the family back together again eh? Sounds like a good time under one roof eh brother?" The Korean laughed as he led Kiku along with him up to the front door.
He grins as he sees America and Finland "AL! How's it going bro?! You know I think you're F**kin' crazy right?!" he laughs lightly and nods to the blonde pair "And Finland right? Hey good to see ya too bro" The Korean's grip tightened on Japan....just a little.
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Post by Israel on May 22, 2011 21:26:49 GMT -5
Adira had been to the US many times before and had no problems finding her way amongst the busy airport. The US had been her first and most important ally since she had first been recognized as a country and had learned English fairly quickly with her constant dealings with the Super Power. It was only natural her boss, Shimon Peres, would find it benefiting to send her across the ocean to partake in this project schemed by the bosses of various countries. A play to strengthen relations between other countries by gathering a group of them to live together in a house. She understood Peres' reasoning, after her dealings with Gaza and other events up to date, a lot of her relations had been strained and other nations didn't particularly care for a lot of the decisions she and her bosses had made. Though she didn't care really what the other nations thought of her decisions, she saw the necessity of repairing some of these relations and possibly forging new ones. And now that even her relations with Alfred were strained, she agreed that the least she could do was go along with this project.. She was met at the airport by Michael Oren, her Ambassador to the United States, who had offered to take her to the designated house. She usually wasn't one for casual chat so after greeting her Ambassador, she sat quietly in the passenger seat as he relayed to her various issues that he had been dealing with during his term. Nodding her head and giving small retorts as they made their way along the highway. Time had passed and once they made a pit stop at a gas station to refuel, Oren gave Adira a map of the house she would be staying in. She glanced over the names recognizing most of them. Smiling as she spotted Ludwig's name on the list. Another reason she had agreed to attend was that her boyfriend would be there as well. It was a strange thought, mostly relationships for her had been so fleeting, a quick rush to entertain her and her...habits. Humans were plentiful and came and gone like a breeze across warm sands. She had been unsure when she had decided to pursue a relationship with Germany, but they had so much in common and were already physically attracted to each other it was only natural to become something more and besides, it was better for her in the long run to be with another Nation spirit, someone who would understand her more than anyone and also share the same longevity so they could avoid the pain of watching their lover grow old and die. Once they were back on the road, Adira pulled out her cell phone from her purse and began to text a message to her boyfriend, wondering if he had already made it to the house. She had decided to try it in German. She knew quite a bit of his language and tried to learn more in her spare time but she still had a bit of trouble with some of the phrases and grammar, but he had always seemed happy that she attempted to learn it and in turn she would teach him a little bit of Hebrew, at least enough to get by when he would visit her in her home country. *Hallo liebe
Ich habe in den USA angekommen und bin auf dem Weg zum Haus zu kaufen. Ich habe viel verpasst haben. Diese Erfahrung wäre sehr interessant. Ich sehe, Sie Zimmer mit Polen. Nicht gut passen Ich fühle mich viel leid für Sie, aber wie man so sagt ein Morgen kommt immer heller. Ich mag, dass so viel sagen.
Ich sah sehr freuen, Sie zu sehen. Ich weiß Dinge sehr beschäftigt für uns beide, aber jetzt verbringen wir viel Zeit miteinander.
By the way ist mein Deutsch gut? Wahrscheinlich nicht, aber besser ja? Sie haben wahrscheinlich lachen, aber ich lerne immer noch! Sie müssen sich meine Sprache zu lernen und leichter für mich lol!
Jedenfalls haben wir es fast geschafft zu kaufen. Ich hoffe, Sie nicht lange warten. Die Tugend ist Geduld! Ich denke, dass sein Recht ...Her lips pressed in a thin line, what would be the appropriate send off? She chuckles lightly, causing Oren to glance at her. So lovers would sign of with the hugs and kisses bit yes? xoxoxoxoxoxoHmmm those were a bit too many, she didn't want to come off as some lovesick teenager. she deletes most of them. xoxoThere that was enough to get the point across. ~AdiraShe hit send and watched the bar move, at times she was a bit concerned how she was going about this whole 'relationship'thing. It was still so very new to her, she just wasn't the type really, yet again it felt nice at times to show endearing affection to another. She tucked her phone away and sat silently the rest of the way until the car pulled up at the house. She glanced over the structure a bit impressed as Oren got out to retrieve her bags. She got out of the car, hands on her hips. She was clad in a floral sundress her hair done back in a long dark braid. She looked at Oren as he handed her a few credit cards and some envelopes. "These should help you get situated for now. Go ahead and contact me if you need anything else" Adira nodded at Oren as he spoke "Enjoy your stay in America Miss Bat Ami""Thank you Mr. Oren" she replied. The ambassador nodded his head and got in the car driving off soon after. Adira tucked the cards and envelopes in her purse before glancing up at the house one more time "And so it begins...." she sighs a bit and takes hold of her bags, making her way to the porch a bit cautiously, bracing herself for whatever might be waiting for her inside. translated Text message *
Hello Dear,
I have arrived in USA and am on my way to the house now. I have lots missed you. This experience would be very much interesting. I see you room with Poland. Not good match I feel much sorry for you, but as they say a tomorrow brighter always comes. I do like that saying much so.
I looking very forward to see you. I know things been quite busy for both of us, but now we spend much time together.
By the way is my German good? Probably no, but better yes? You probably laugh, but I still learning! You need to learn my language and make easier for me lol!
Anyway we almost there now. I hope you not wait long. Virtue is patience! I think that be right...
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Post by japan on May 23, 2011 0:09:04 GMT -5
Japan was startled out of his reverie when the blond haired man spoke to him.
“Hei, Japani! Hyvää huomenta! So we’re the first ones here?”
Turning his attention to the male that he recognized as Finland, he gave a short bow of the head. “Ah, good morning Finland. Yes, it seems like we’re the first ones h--“ The man had already stalked past him, with a large smile on his face. Finland had probably just greeted him to be nice, but did not want an actual conversation. Japan sighed, gloomier more than ever; if the cheerful man, capable of taming even Sweden, would not give him the time of the day..
Ah well, Japan would talk to Finland later. He was probably excited upon arrival at the house, and Japan was just overreacting. If Japan was fretting over something small a few minutes upon his arrival, he would never survive the chaos that would ensue once everybody was here.
He picked up his bags and was about to head for the door, when he nearly jumped out of his skin. There was an arm draping casually on his shoulder. This person must have great survival skills if he had approached Japan without being noticed. (Although in his mind, Japan knew that he was just losing his own instincts.) He looked over his shoulder to face the taller man, Yong-Soo. He could see the smug smirk on his sibling’s mouth, and he immediately felt something close to irritation. Yong Soo always did things that he didn’t agree with, but Japan would just have to come to terms with that.
"Kiku! Long time no see bro. So you got sucked into staying with us too huh? Imagine that! So...you heard Sang's comin right? Part of the family back together again eh? Sounds like a good time under one roof eh brother?"
Usually, Japan would calmly talk to his sibling. However this time, with his nervousness and unreasonable irritation, he snapped. Japan didn’t get angry, however. He shook his head from side to side, a devastated look in his eyes. Not even noticing that South Korea was leading him slowly towards the house, he looked up to his sibling whom he had spent centuries with and he said in a very sad tone of voice: “D-d-d-do you think, that I will die here?” His voice was dull but questioning, an actual look of terror clouding his eyes. H-He didn’t want to die yet! It was too soon. They had yet to make an actual working model of a gundam, or make a good 3D movie of an anime. There was a comiket coming up soon, and he had so many things he wanted to look at..!
"...Hey! Guys! You made it! Tino, Kiku, check it out! My boss set us up in an AWESOME place - there's a GIANT pool in the backyard!" Japan went back to his stoic self as soon as he heard America’s voice. This situation was no good; Japan had to keep calm. He had already shown such emotions in front of his sibling. It was most likely because of him remembering their childhood, where they played as if they were young children. He would not slip up again, especially in front of a nation who could use it against him. (Yong-Soo would most definitely use this against him, he thought.)
For now, Japan was grateful of the diversion America gave.
Japan gave a weak smile and opened his mouth, trying to find the correct words to say that was not: “You’re going to be the death of me.” However he found himself not needing to go through the trouble when he saw, in slow motion, the taller American heading towards him, arms out. As if he were going to give Japan a hug. Which, he would not allow again. The man had succeeded quite a few times in the past, when Japan had had his guard down. He was determined to keep the success rate low, just so that America didn’t get used to ‘hugging’ him.
Eyes narrowed in a slit, his fighting spirit that was held back for so long came back to him. He assessed the directions he could move in; behind him was the road; he didn’t want to get run over anytime soon, nation or not. To the right and left of him, were both open. However, America was right handed, so if Japan moved to the left, America might find it easier to catch him anyways. Although Japan had his speed, America had surprisingly quick reflexes; he was not to be undermined.
With America still moving in slow motion to his trained eyes, he quickly turned his head to his right and got ready to avoid the incoming nation. However, there was something he didn’t calculate; Yong Soo was at his right, his arms tightly constricting him of movement.
Japan gave an overly-dramatic gasp, looking in other directions for an escape route. However, the arm was tightly wound around him so that he couldn’t escape. Damn that man..! Japan had no choice but to accept the hug, and was slowly choked by Amrica’s strength.
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Post by North Korea on May 23, 2011 0:12:36 GMT -5
He absolutely could not believe he'd allowed himself to be convinced to do this.
His least favorite country on the entire planet. And he was in it. He felt like he needed a long, long shower (in Korea, obviously) to cleanse himself of this nation already. Of course he couldn't believe it! He'd allowed himself to sent to America.
Well, 'allowing' himself to be sent wasn't quite what had happened. He hadn't actually been given that much of a choice...
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"You're sending me where?" he'd asked incredulously, not sure if he was hearing his Dear Leader right.
"America," Kim had responded simply, not taking his eyes off the nation before him.
Sang Kyu stared at Kim with the same disbelieving, bordering on scolding look he would've given anyone who gave him troubling news. The Dear Leader got no special treatment on the topic of America. "...Why?" he asked when he got no further elaboration, his tone growing increasingly demanding.
Kim Jong Il's expression did not change. Sang Kyu and Jong Un were the only two people in the country who could expect to take such a tone with the Dear Leader and not be shipped off to a concentration camp. And yet, Kim was never surprised when they did. Jong Un was his son. His father may have been the ruler of the country, but that didn't stop him from getting sassy with him. And Sang Kyu...well, he was a nation. He knew that his status let him get away with just about anything within his own country.
"Because I'm telling you to," the North Korean leader replied bluntly. Either way, Sang Kyu had to go. He was being ordered to go, and he had to take that order, but Kim knew Sang Kyu was going to resist anyway.
"I meant the reason you are having me go," the nation shot back irritably. "Why would you have me travel to and live on our worst enemy's soil--with other enemies!--for an extended period of time?"
"To get to know them," the North Korean leader said, finally allowing Sang Kyu to hear some of his reasoning behind allowing him to go. "You will all be living in the same house for a period of time. The longer you are with them, the more you will learn about them. If they get used to your presence...they might let things slip."
Sang Kyu was silent for a moment. He understood. Kim saw this as an intelligence mission. If Sang Kyu was around these other nations--mainly South and America--for an extended period, they would eventually grow more used to him and let their guard down some...perhaps leaking, or implying, information that could be put to use back in North Korea. He alone could possibly get more done than any amount of agents they sent to foreign countries on intelligence missions.
But it still didn't change the fact that he didn't want to go. "No."
"You are going, Sang Kyu," the Dear Leader insisted calmly. "Think... Of the nations invited, what if you were the only one not to show? If any of them can show up, so can you. Do not cast a image of weakness upon this country. You will go, and represent North Korea well."
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And that had been that.
He'd given in on account of a direct insult to his pride. 'If you don't go, you're weaker than the others,' was the basic message. It was hard to argue with, especially coming from the Dear Leader.
And so, here he was, in a dark car somewhere in the backwoods of some hideous American state, being driven by a couple of North Korean guards towards the mansion. Kim had also insisted he have an escort, presumably to make sure he actually got there. After that conversation, he was probably afraid Kyu would take 'America' to mean 'the Americas' and go somewhere other than the United States in the Western Hemisphere. He intended to make sure there was no free interpretation of his orders.
When the huge house came into view, Sang Kyu did not move. No, he was going to stay in the car as long as possible. The less overall time he had to spend around the imbeciles he’d be calling his roommates for the next few weeks, the better. He could see Finland, Japan, America, South, and—was that Israel?—already standing around outside the house. So many of his enemies already in one place. He was not moving.
But it had taken the guards all but half a second to bring his single bag of luggage out of the trunk, and in the next half a second one of them was at the door beckoning him to get out. He did so reluctantly.
“Here is your luggage, Im-ssi,” one of them said, handing him his suitcase. “And…we’ve also been asked to give you this…” Sang Kyu was handed a stapled packet of a few papers. Looking over them quickly, it seemed Kim had made him a quick outline of what his mission was here, a quick list of what was in his suitcase so he wouldn’t potentially leave anything the American’s might find handy to have, and a map of the place.
“Anything we can do for you before we go, sir?” the guard asked. Sang Kyu shook his head. “Then I wish you the best of luck, Im-ssi.”
Sang Kyu simply nodded a terse goodbye and watched as the two guards climbed back into the car and drove away, leaving him alone to face all these idiots. He glanced at the papers he’d been given, and tore the note from Kim off, folding it up and slipping it in his pocket. No one else needed to see it. It was in Korean, so hopefully no one other than South or possibly Japan would be able to read it, but he still wasn't going to walk up there with it in plan view.
He then grabbed his luggage and strode calmly over to the others, standing off to the side awkwardly when he got there.
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Post by Finland on May 23, 2011 23:31:03 GMT -5
The Finn gave a little noise of surprise as he walked into something solid. It had been upon him so suddenly that it wasn’t sure what it was he had walked into. Was that a wall, or…? No, it grunted back, and no matter what country he was in, walls certainly never grunted. They also didn’t wear clothes or have skin or arms or legs. He hadn’t walked into something; it was someone. “Ah, sorr—”
Before he had the chance to properly apologize for his absentmindedness, he was cut off by a boisterous, “Hey! Guys! You made it!” It came as no surprise to Tino that the voice belonged to Alfred himself. He took a step back away from the man so that he didn’t have to look straight up to see the American’s face. “Tino, Kiku, check it out! My boss set us up in an AWESOME place – there’s a GIANT pool in the backyard!”
Tino was about to respond to the excited chatter when the American’s arms were suddenly around him. All he could manage was a strangled “Hyh!” as the air was crushed out of his lungs. He didn’t mind the display of affection, really. America had once been his colony, after all. As far as Tino was concerned, America had always been his colony. The poor boy was just confused in thinking he’d been England’s. That had to be it.
“Nice to see you, too,” he managed to wheeze out just before America released him and turned his attention to Japan, stepping out of the way as Alfred charged past him for the other nation. Having had dropped his things in the attack hug, Tino bent down to pick up his bags. He was just about to head inside when the sound of an engine drew his attention away. Hoisting one bag over his shoulder, he watched from the porch as South Korea pulled up and went over to greet his brother. Tino returned Yong Soo’s grin and gave a polite nod as the Korean called out, “And Finland right? Hey good to see ya too bro.” He’d never been particularly close to Yong Soo, or to any of the Asian nations for that matter. Perhaps he would work on that during his stay in the house.
“Mm, nice to see you!”
As more nations began to trickle in, Tino gathered the rest of his belongings and headed upstairs to where he’d been told his room was located. Second floor, last door on the right, he recalled, making his way up the stairs and locating the assigned bedroom. It was a bit small, especially the twin-sized bunk beds, but he could make do. There was a closet, a large dresser and a television set on top of it. The only thing very wrong with it was the climate; it was always too hot in America’s house. After his search for a thermostat in the bedroom served to be fruitless, he piled his belongings in one corner of the room (he’d decide sleeping arrangements when Hungary, his designated roommate, arrived) and sauntered into the hallway.
“Aha!” he breathed happily as he pressed the button that would lower the temperature. 75…74…73… Oh, perfect! 69! The gentle hum of an air conditioner rattling to life filled the second floor moments later.
Satisfied, Tino hurried back down to the porch to see who had arrived. As he was exiting through the front door, he made a small grunt of surprise at Israel’s sudden appearance on the porch. “Good morning, Neiti Adira,” he greeted, stepping aside to allow her passage before exiting and striding across the porch. Leaning against the railing of the porch, he observed the group that had formed. His head tilted curiously as he watched the three Asian nations, trying to decide who each one would be if they were his own “brothers”. Yong Soo is definitely Tanska. Sang Kyu would probably be Norja, or maybe Islanti. No, definitely Norja. Kiku… Hm. Would I be Kiku?
His mind continued to wander as he waited for others to show up.
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Post by America on May 24, 2011 22:19:15 GMT -5
Alfred didn't notice the half-finished apology or the strangled noise he got out of Tino during the brief hug. His mind was on more important things, like trying to figure out which way Kiku was going to dodge this time. Sometimes Alfred was able to win their little hugging-based game just by figuring out which way the smaller nation was going to go! And when he lost...hey, it was a chance to see Kiku doing ninja moves! Those were always awesome!
...Oh wow, hug mission accomplished! The record was now 17 out of 101 tries! In your face, Land of Ninjas! ...Alfred only belatedly realized that there was someone else engulfed in his hug besides Kiku.
"Yong Soo! Hi!"[/color] Alfred exclaimed, not releasing the other nations from the grip of his mighty bear hug right away, "Oh man, I wish I could say this was my idea! Though I would've picked a house with a movie theater in it...but yeah, this one was all my boss!"[/color]
Now releasing the Asian nations from his grip, Alfred reached over to ruffle Yong Soo's hair affectionately. Of all the people Alfred had ever spent time with, South Korea was definitely one of his best buddies! They shared the same interests and enthusiasm It was just too bad he had such a crazy twin brother to deal with...
...said twin brother having just pulled up in a black car. Sheesh, North Korea's ride was just as shady-looking as he was! And those guards, too. At least they left with the car. Things would have gotten kind of ugly if North Korea had insisted on keeping bodyguards around. (Of course, Alfred still wasn't sure why his boss had thought inviting North-freaking-Korea here was a good idea...had he been expecting the invitation to be ignored? That didn't sound like Barack...) Trying to look as neutral as possible, Alfred gave Yong's brother a curt little wave in greeting.
'Maybe if I ignore him while he's here he'll go away,'[/color] Alfred thought to himself.
Thankfully the next person to arrive was someone Alfred liked much more.
"ADIRA! HEY!"[/COLOR] Alfred shouted, waving and grinning at Israel as she walked past, "I DIDN'T KNOW YOU OWNED A DRESS!"[/color]
Really, she was wearing a long, flowing one with flowers on it and everything! Alfred had never seen Adira in anything so...so...girly before! Man, if she was going to be wearing dresses and stuff here, it was a good thing that Alfred had left the closet open for her in their shared room.
"Hey, did you guys want any help carrying in your stuff?"[/color] Alfred asked Kiku and Yong Soo next.
The offer wasn't being extended to North Korea, but it wasn't like Alfred would've expected the guy to let anyone touch his luggage anyway.
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Post by seychelles on May 25, 2011 16:42:04 GMT -5
A scowl twisted across Océane's face as she sat in the car, anxiously fiddling with the hem of her dress and contemplating just how insane her President was. Michel knew that she hated leaving her islands. He knew she was terrified of most of the other nations. Why couldn’t he just leave her in peace?
Apparently, he thought she didn't have enough friends. Some nonsense about needing good relations with more countries. True, she had very few allies, but that was the way she wanted it. She didn’t need other nations interfering in her business. All right, so she kept accepting money from France. That was different; she still thought of him as her big brother, and he was just trying to help her out. And she had agreed to cooperate with the EU and India, to try to get those Somali pirates to leave her alone, but so what? She wasn’t that powerful; she couldn’t take them on without help. Overall, she wanted the foreigners to stay out of the Indian Ocean and out of her affairs. It might be a little annoying that so few people had heard of her, but at least she didn’t have a bunch of enemies. And if she didn’t want them at home, why on earth would she go seek them out in America of all places?
Not that she completely hated America. On the contrary, she liked him better than most Western powers; he wasn’t as much of a jerk as England, and he didn’t try to grope her like France. She was grateful to his Peace Corps for their help, and she had even let him keep his embassy open during her one-party socialist phase.
But that didn’t mean that she wanted to go visit him on his own turf for some stupid reality show. Especially not when that reality show involved living in a house with more than a dozen other nations. Seychelles, thanks to her tendency to shy away from conflict, didn’t really have many enemies, but that didn’t mean she liked all her fellow nations. There was a reason she avoided so many of them. Well, at least England wouldn’t be there. She could be grateful for that.
The car pulled up in front of a big house, and Seychelles got out of the car and walked nervously up to the door, dragging her suitcase. Glad not to be the first to arrive – now that would have been awkward – Océane waved at her fellow nations nervously.
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Post by Hungary on May 25, 2011 18:25:21 GMT -5
OOC: Aus and I merged ours together...cause we can and we're cool like dat :3
BIC:
Hungary had spent many hours on a plane to the US, however her boss Pál Schmitt was kind enough to seat her First class. Apparently the bosses of the Nations involved in this project had taken great lengths and care to set this up. They thought it would be a good chance to strengthen alliances between the Nations and teach them to trust and depend on each other. It wasn't that bad of an idea, however she was a bit uneasy to learn that Ivan would be one of the nations attending. Though they had graduated to civil terms currently, she still felt uneasy around the Russian, but after the past century could one really blame her?
However, she would be willing to involve herself in such a project seeing as her ex-husband Austria would also be there and admittedly so, she would be willing to do almost anything if only to spend time with her lover as they were usually quite busy with their Nation's affairs.
She smiled at the thought as the plane made it's landing on US soil. She glanced out the tiny window as she waited for the announcement to disembark, retrieving her carry on bags and purse and slowly making her way into the terminal. She had promised Roderich she would text him once she landed and she did that now, pulling out her cell and letting him know she had arrived. They had wanted to meet at the airport and head to the house together.
Meanwhile, the Austrian couldn’t help but wonder why his boss, Herr Fischer, decided that it would be a good idea to participate in such a weird event with the other nations. He was supposed to be a neutral nation, yes? What was the point in strengthening relations, then? He already had somewhat-cordial relations with most nations, despite his hat- mistrust of some of his fellow nations. However, Austria somehow did not complain and decided to follow his boss’ order quietly.
As he officially entered US soil, however, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of uneasiness. He mentally scolded himself; he needed to keep his personal grudges to himself for the time he was going to stay. Actually, perhaps this would be helpful in mending them… Probably not, but it certainly wouldn’t hurt.
Austria turned on his cell phone after snapping out of his train of thought, remembering that he had to meet up with the only person that could make this trip enjoyable. He read the only message that he had (she was the only one who texted him, after all) and decided to grab his bag and head off to her location as quickly as possible.
He immediately spotted her as he arrived at the terminal, quickly walking towards her, a gentle smile appearing on his lips. “Szia.” he said quietly as he was near his lover.
A smile touches her lips as she hears the familiar voice "Roderich!" She turns to face him and sets down her bags. She gives him a moment to set down his before wrapping her arms around him and embracing him tightly, burying her face in his neck and shoulder. "Szia szerelmem. I have missed you" she pulls back enough to look up into his eyes "I hope the trip went well enough." she smiles warmly and leans in to brush his lips with hers sweetly "So.... this sure is an interesting mess we'll be getting into don't you think?" she chuckles lightly as she toys with his collar.
The Austrian welcomed her in his arms, embracing her tightly as he pressed his cheek on hers. “Likewise, liebe.” he murmurs softly in her ear in reply. He enjoyed their embrace, one of his hands reaching up and burying itself in her hair, stroking it gently. “It was fine, I suppose. Nothing bad happened and it was surprisingly quiet, so I am not complaining.” he told her before she kissed him sweetly.
After losing himself momentarily in their kiss, he gives her a smile as they part. “Interesting? This most likely will become hell on earth. I predict that the peace won’t last more than a day.” he said, chuckling a bit.
"Well I know our bosses mean well, we should at least give it a try and besides," she gently pulled away and retrieved her bags and waited for him to walk with her "If things get too out of hand we can just wander off somewhere more tolerable right?" she smirks at him over her shoulder as they make their way among the crowds. "So should we rent a car or call for someone to drive us?"
"True enough. At least it should be pleasant since you are here, after all." he teased, ignoring her little nudge as he grabbed his bag and followed her into the crowds. "I believe it would be cheaper and more convenient to call for a taxi, liebe. I doubt we'll be able to leave the house much so it would be a waste to rent a car." he reasoned.
"You're right" she agreed as she follows the signs towards the exit. "I'm sure we'll find an ad posted around here somewheres" after awhile they reach an exit and to their luck there were already taxi's lingering around for any passengers needing a ride. "You remembered where it was right? My boss gave me the info but it's buried in my bags somewhere..."
Roderich's eyes widened at her question and he froze. "Uhm..." was all he could utter out as he hesitated for a while. Suddenly, after a moment of thinking, he quickly dug into his bag and searched in it for a second before pulling out a sheet of paper, sighing in relief as he read it. "I have the address right here, dear." he said, handing her the piece of paper with the address written on it.
"Oh Roderich, I could've just dug out mine. I'm sorry dear" she leads the way to one of the cabs and shows the driver the address. He nods and starts to stuff her bags in the trunk. She gets into the back seat and waits for him to join her "I can cover the trip. My boss set me up rather well for this."
"No need to apologise for that, Eliza." he says, putting his bag in the trunk before joining her on the back seat, the taxi speeding off right after he closes the door. "Are you sure, dear? I can pay as well, you know." he insisted. He couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable with having her pay the expenses.
"It's alright I got it" she smiles at him warmly before leaning in and resting her head on his shoulder. "By the way who did you get roomed with? They have me staying with my distant cousin Tino." she linked her fingers through his as she cuddled close "So far not too bad of arrangements, though it's a shame we didn't get roomed together...probably cause our bosses actually want us to focus on establishing good relations..."
His head leaned against hers, enjoying the little embrace they have. "I'll be living with Ukraine. I know she is a nice lady so I don't have any problems on my side." he told her. "Well, I can't blame them. It wouldn't be very productive if we only stuck by each other. Not that I'd be complaining..." he murmured at the end.
She chuckled lightly "Nor would I, but I suppose we can make due...I'm just glad we could spend some more time together. Last time was just too short..." she remained quiet most of the trip, just enjoying the warmth of his body. Again she had missed him terribly and she couldn't help but stay close to him since they had met up. She still suffered from the longing and loneliness of being apart and was very grateful to have this opportunity to be with her lover. Soon the taxi pulled up in front of the house where she noticed a few familiar faces. She looks up at Austria with a faint grin "Ready?"
"Indeed..." was all he could reply. He enjoyed the silence during the rest of the ride, her warmth and simply her presence was well enough to make him happy. At the end of the ride, her voice snapped him out of his absent-minded thought. "Hmm? Ah, yes. Let's go." he nodded, getting out of the taxi and takes out their bags from the trunk, not bothering to ask if she wanted him to carry her bags and waited for her to move in order to follow her.
She hurried and paid the driver before joining him outside, giving him a thankful look as he carried their bags. She looks over the house approvingly, it was a nice place. She leads the way to the porch and nods a greeting to the others "Szia barátok!" (Hungarian: Hello Friends)
Roderich followed his lover to the porch and nodded to the others, his and Elizaveta's bags still in his hands. "Greetings, everyone." he said, staying close to Hungary, his face returning to his usual stoic expression now that it wasn't only the two of them anymore.
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Post by South Korea on May 30, 2011 17:40:28 GMT -5
“D-d-d-do you think, that I will die here?”
"Pffffft!" Yong Soo smirked at his brother "C'mon Kiku don't be stupid you know we can't die" Yong laughed, quite amused at his brother's discomfort. His own way to briefly satisfy the disdain he held for his sibling and to put the icing on the cake, as soon as they stepped on the porch, Kiku drew back into his sturdy frame in unease as Al drew forward to embrace the smaller Asian nation. Yong Soo watched with amusement as Al wrapped his arms around them, sandwiching poor Japan against their larger physiques.
"Yong Soo! Hi! Oh man, I wish I could say this was my idea! Though I would've picked a house with a movie theater in it...but yeah, this one was all my boss!"
"I think both of you are nuts" Yong Soo laughed as he grinned at his best friend. They both released Japan and Yong pushed him a bit to the side so he could set his bag down. He ducked down a bit however as Al reached out to ruffle his hair "Hey the HAIR dude" he smoothes the dark strands back from his brow as he preferred.
"ADIRA! HEY! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU OWNED A DRESS!" Yong Soo looked up to see the lovely Miss Israel approaching them on the porch. The olive skinned woman glanced up at America with a shake of her head. Yong smirked, Al could be so clueless sometimes. He smiled warmly at the young woman as she stepped up onto the porch "Anyeong Chinguu" he slid an arm over her bare shoulders leaning in a bit close to murmur in her ear. "Glad you could be joining us on this little escapade Adira"
She turned her head to reguard Yong Soo with an unamused expression, blinking as she notices how close he is to her. She reaches up and plucks his arm from her shoulder "Cool it Don Juan. I suggest you keep an adequate distance." Yong holds up his hands in surrender. "It's cool Adira, you know I mean no harm..." his thoughts are interrupted as he hears more vehicles pull up. He looks over to see his twin glowering at him from across the way. Yong's smile fades as he peers back at his twin. The man that shared his face but was completely different that him all together.
In all honesty Yong Soo was worried how his twin would fare here in this house with all these nations that did not care for his presence. Though they had been fighting and locked in disagreements, Yong still cared imensely for his brother and truely didn't wish any harm to come to his twin. He turned his attention onto their next arrival, who happened to be Seychelles. Sey waves at them politely and yong returned the gesture with a somewhat devious smirk, he really couldn't help it, he had such a weakness for cute girls. Yes things were deffinately going to get interesting...
"Hey, did you guys want any help carrying in your stuff?"
"Thanks bro, but I got it, but perhaps you should take Adira's since you're sharing a room" Yong Soo reassured him with a wink just as the 'royal couple' arrived. Yong smiled at Hungary and Austria as they suddenly appeared. He couldn't help but notice how stunning Hungary looked, but then again she always looked gorgeous. He deffinately felt a pang of jealousy that some one as snooty as Austria could have such a lovely woman at his side, but such was life and he respected Hungary too much to act on any attraction he had for her. He draped an arm around Kiku "Hey bro....think we should bury the hatchet and greet our brother?" he motioned his head in North's direction "That's the point of this trip right?"
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Post by Poland on May 31, 2011 10:21:23 GMT -5
Poland comforted himself with the thought that he was merely being fashionably late, and that his lateness was just his choice. That wasn’t the case. He’d fought his boss about these arrangements just as he’d fought a war, except with more shrieking and marginally more whining and definitely an increase in sulking.
“No way on Heaven or Earth or Hell am I going to do that,” he’d said, voice soaked with disgust—how could a house full of crazy, unfabulous nations not be sickening, after all? But his boss was super firm about it.
“Of course you have to go,” was all he said at first. And then he made it worse. “You’re going to be Germany’s roommate.”
At that, the entire experience darkened times three million. “What?! Why?!” he had shouted in response, flailing his hands around and speaking faster than usual. “You know Germany and I don’t get along to the max, Tusk, are you trying to get me shot in the head?”
“Be grateful you’re not roomed with Russia.” He had responded. Poland was still sullen, but less crazed at that—he crossed his arms and pouted very visibly. His Prime Minister sighed in that my-nation-is-so-troublesome kind of way. How often Poland heard that. “You know,” he said more sincerely, as if trying to make it seem better, “Germany is your financial future…”
“What?! Since when?!” instead the panic had returned. Poland hadn’t heard that before. It sounded blasphemous, but his bosses generally didn’t tease him. And he knew Germany was way wealthier than he was… Still, he moaned and climbed onto his boss’s office’s couch and lay there and didn’t move as if he were some kind of sunbathing lizard, except with more depression and angst. He still hadn’t moved when the time came to go to the airport. And he still hadn’t moved when the plane was boarding. And he was still feeling sorry for himself on a ridiculously comfortable sofa when the plane left.
His boss had come back a little irritated, and had to make it an official fancy order to get Poland on the next plane after packing his things.
So Feliks was a little late to the party, and he was, indeed, still feeling very sorry for himself as the taxi drove up to the house surrounded by nations foreign to him. He was in a panic for sure; his heart raced and he clutched his fabulously fuschia suit case closer. There were three more of those in the back, of course, ‘cause one had to have clothes for every occasion. He wondered if he should have brought military fatigues, since he was rooming with Germany and at one point would probably have to lock up the room as Ludwig laid siege to their shared quarters. That seemed entirely too plausible.
He shuddered and steeled himself and got out of the car and took his luggage out of the back with some difficulty. As he did this, he tilted his head and peered more closely at the colorful band of nations outside the front door. He left his fabulous suitcases on the ground and ran at the sight of Hungary, because he didn’t get to see her as much as he liked. Maybe if he really wanted to sweeten the deal, Tusk could have mentioned Lithuania too—
“Hey Lizzie!” Feliks yelled as he approached, and totally ignoring Austria, wrapped his arms around Hungary from behind in a very affectionate hug. And then he noticed the others, and paled a little. “Um. Hi America! And… Austria.” He said, though his enthusiasm had waned and he thought it a good plan to hide behind Elizaveta while he peeked at the other, more foreign nations, merely inclining his head as a greeting. God, he hated greeting people, it was so ridiculously difficult. At least Germany wasn’t around, such a sight may have killed him. Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad, though, at least he could have gone back home.
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Post by Russia on May 31, 2011 16:55:35 GMT -5
Of all the questionable ideas Ivan had heard in his life, this had to be one of the worst. Why his boss had wished this punishment on him was beyond his understanding, but one thing was for sure; this hairbrained idea was going to end very badly. Forcing several nations into one house for any amount of time was a bad idea. Forcing them to actually live together and share rooms was a terrible idea. Just thinking about the unpleasant situation ahead was enough to make the tall blonde want to shoot whoever first came up with the appalling idea.
The concept of the select group of nations all living together was supposed to foster a feeling of harmony and togetherness. Or at least, that was the lame explanation that Russia’s boss had given him before shoving him onto the plane. The experience of living and working together was supposed to improve foreign relations and make them all miraculously friends or something to that effect, but Ivan knew better than to think that would come about. If anything, being forced to be in the presence of nations he really didn’t care much for was sure to have the opposite effect on him. Now maybe if it was all just nations that he either could tolerate or did not know much about to have an opinion on them, then he could deal with it. But he had seen the list of those expected to be there, and he was not at all pleased.
Granted, there were some nations that would be there that he didn’t mind at all-his sister being one of them. They were not as close these days, and their governments may not have been seeing eye-to-eye, but at least Ukraine was family, and therefore he held some genuine affections for her. Seychelles, Canada and the Koreas were four others that he didn’t have any negative emotions concerning, though he was not as fond of them as he was family. Then there was Ireland, who he didn’t know enough about to really hate personally. Sure, they had had a few issues over the years-the most memorable being the recent expulsion of one of his diplomats by the Irish government- but he actually didn’t interact much with Ireland, and was still unsure about him.
Many of those who would be at the house though, were nations that Ivan was not on the friendliest of terms with these days. Given the fact that Russia was not much for forgiveness, it was sure to make things unpleasant. Especially since he had heard his room mate was to be Sweden, whom he honestly couldn’t stand. There was too much bitter history between the two of them, and he suspected that he would almost rather have America for a room mate. Almost. Although, Sweden was noticeably less annoying and far quieter.
Through the entire plane ride the Russian had been silently hoping that the plane would suddenly turn off course and take him back home. After that had fallen through, he had spent the remainder of the trip in the backseat of the car his boss had been so kind as to arrange for him, hoping against odds that his boss would suddenly call him up and inform him that the whole idea was a mistake and he could go home now. But luck was not on his side today, and his phone remained quiet the entire time.
As his overly cheerful driver informed him that they would be arriving soon, Ivan pulled the map of the house out of his coat pocket and examined it again. There was at least some justice in the world, and he smiled as his eyes scanned over the room labeled “Germany and Poland.” There was something so undeniably funny and fitting about them being paired together. He had to wonder how long it would take before Germany strangled the Pol in his sleep? Relations had improved with Poland over the years, but Russia still delighted in anything that inconvenienced his once bitter rival. And of course, he still held grudges against Germany. Last “sleepover” they had had together had not ended well. In fact, it had been right before that no good German had broken his pact and invaded his lands. Ludwig deserved to share a room with Feliks. He was sure to be driven mad by Poland's constant chatter and mannerisms.
His car came to a halt, and the Russian looked out his window at the mansion for a moment, shoving his map back into his inner coat pocket. It didn’t look so bad really. It seemed roomy enough on the outside, so maybe it was on the inside too? If the rooms themselves were big enough, it surely wouldn't be as bad as he had initially thought.
Still with some reluctance on his part, Ivan opened the car door and stepped on out and into the sunlight. No sooner had he retrieved his luggage when the driver started off, leaving the tall blonde with a feeling of being trapped. Masking his displeasure with his usually cheery smile, he started for the main entrance, scanning the crowd of nations that had also either just arrived or decided to mill around near the door and greet others.
“Здравствуйте.” He greeted formally, sidling up by North Korea on his way towards the door. His violet gaze instantly fell on America, who was off near Japan and South Korea. He didn’t very well want to give the man a compliment concerning the appearance of the house, so he decided it best to fall back on his usual criticisms. “It’s not as big as I was expecting it to be, America.” He stated, gesturing towards the mansion. ________________________ ((I meant to join in ages ago, but of course being ill made it hard to write. ;_; And "Здравствуйте" is just a formal Russian "hello."))
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Post by Lithuania on Jun 2, 2011 18:00:48 GMT -5
Toris Lorinaitis swore under his breath as he wrenched the gearstick on his ancient, battered car, his foot jammed to the floor as it juddered slowly up the hill towards the house. His reservations about this insane project had turned into full blown panic the nearer he got to the place. Several rather upset phonecalls from Poland over the room sharing situation had only cemented his apprehension.
“Come on, baby,” he murmured under his breath to his faithful little car, as it choked and spluttered its way towards the house. Eventually, he pulled up in the driveway and patted his dashboard by way of encouragement, before turning the engine off.
Hauling his valise out of the backseat, he spotted a congregation of other nations near the door, smiling in a sympathetic solidarity when he spotted Poland.
“Labas, everyone,” he began quietly. “Sorry I'm a little late, but I've been having car trou...”
As if on cue, there was a hiss as a plume of smoke began to rise from the hood of his vehicle. Inwardly, Lithuania cringed. Well there went his chances of escaping in the middle of the night.
He nodded to Austria and Hungary, Seychelles, the two Koreas, Finland and Japan. He paused for a moment to stare curiously at Israel. His old friend Germany had informed him of recent developments in his relationship with Adira, and he couldn't help but feel a small surge of warmth at the fact that the austere Ludwig had finally found love. Russia was there too, and he glanced at his ex-lover briefly, before looking away again awkwardly at his shoes.
Then he spotted America, and he couldn't help but light up at the sight of the exuberant younger nation. “It's good to see you again, Alfred. The house seems um...really lovely.”
Pulling a piece of paper from his pocket, he looked around at the group. “Um...there seems to be one tiny problem, though. I um...” he coughed, “I don't seem to have a roommate allocated. Or...um...actually...a room.”
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