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       #Post#: 786--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: AnimeAmy26c Date: July 15, 2010, 7:03 pm
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       "How should I know? I try not to concern myself with the Frog.
       All he ever does is annoy me," England muttered.
       "And here," he tossed the American's shirt at him, "Take this
       and wear it please."
       #Post#: 787--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: AlchemyMisuse Date: July 16, 2010, 2:51 pm
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       America caught his shirt and was about to put it back on when he
       heard Italy's voice from around the corner.
       When they arrived there, they found Italy lying on the ground.
       "OMG France killed him! I'm too late! I failed my duties as a
       hero!"
       #Post#: 788--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: amuletaddy Date: July 16, 2010, 3:22 pm
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       Italy rolled to the side in the dirt, breathing weirdly as
       usual. He twitched at America's voice. At first he didnt like
       England, now he's scared of America too!!
       As soon as he realized that they were near, he pretended to
       sleep, quivering on the floor. "Doitsuu.. doitsuuu.." he
       whispered to himself, but as he slowly made his hand to his
       pocket to get his phone out, it wasnt there. His eyes
       frantically looked round, as his eyes caught site of his phone
       that lay away a few yards away on the road. To his misfortune. A
       car passed by and smashed it. He was practically having a heart
       attack.
       #Post#: 789--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: AnimeAmy26c Date: July 16, 2010, 6:50 pm
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       "He's not dead, idiot, he's still breathing. He's either passed
       out or fell asleep," England cautiously nudged Italy's side with
       with foot.
       #Post#: 794--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: amuletaddy Date: July 17, 2010, 7:45 am
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       "Vehh! England-san, America-san!" Italy roled over to see them.
       "France kicked me ... and... my wallet fell out somewhere... and
       my... phone..." he teared up. "PLEASE DONT HIT ME, ILL DO
       ANYTHINGGG, ANYTHING!!!" he begged.
       #Post#: 801--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: Jessica Date: July 17, 2010, 2:11 pm
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       [Well, hi there xD LONG TIME NO SEE. :P]
       Poland raced up behind England, seeing the mass of limbs that
       was North Italy scrabbling at the Englishman's feet. America
       stood next to Arthur, still shirtless, and turned to the Pole
       and grinned. Poland could only pant in response.
       Italy was a sobbing, screaming mess, and Poland instinctively
       ducked past the two countries towards the Italian. He bent down
       and patted the Italian on his head, careful to avoid the hair
       curl. Years of dealing with a broken Liet had leant Feliks
       experience in this kind of situatuon - of course, that didn't
       mean he was the best comforter in the world.
       "Like, it's totally fine, Italy. Seriously."
       #Post#: 802--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: AnimeAmy26c Date: July 17, 2010, 2:29 pm
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       England watched the flailing Italy for a few moments in silence,
       not quite knowing how to deal with him.
       Luckily with the arrival of Poland he didn't have to do any
       comforting. He leaned to Poland and asked, "Is he ok?"
       #Post#: 804--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: AlchemyMisuse Date: July 17, 2010, 3:55 pm
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       Hai tharr, Poland, sorry we left you behind! Hold my shirt for a
       moment, will you? As a hero, I gotta deal with France!", America
       said and turned around.
       "So...where does he live?"
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       Re: Role Play?
       By: amuletaddy Date: July 18, 2010, 4:45 am
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       Italy rubbed his eyes and smiled at Poland.
       "Ni-chan lives right infront of us!" Italy shaked a bit,
       looking at America. "But he was ... looking for clothes so, he
       might hav ea girl round .." he trailed off, "Le'ts leave him be,
       i need to find my wallet, and get a phone..." he whined, as he
       started to cry again, but atleast he was relaxed knowing Poland
       was here.
       #Post#: 810--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Role Play?
       By: Jessica Date: July 18, 2010, 1:47 pm
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       Poland looked first at England, who looked somewhat concerned,
       and then at the America's shirt, which had just been thrust into
       his hands.
       "Er... I think he's going to be alright?" Poland shrugged,
       gazing at England with a look of awkwardness and exasperation.
       He turned to Italy. "Italy... it's, like, totally fine!
       Seriously. They aren't gonna, like, hurt you or anything."
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