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Roleplay 1
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Canada’s head raised and hid gave focused on the women on his couch. “The hell?” He stood up and walked over to the couch and shook Antarctica,”Up-Up.”
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Antarctica jolted awake, panicked for a moment before she realised where she was.
“I’m not…. I didn’t….” She ripped her coat off, displaying unharmed skin underneath. With her coat off, it immediately grew colder, and she shoved it back on, hoping Canada hadn’t noticed. “I’m sorry. Here,” she muttered, handing him the card,”I’ll leave; thanks for your hospitality.” Then she turned to leave, putting a shaking hand to the door handle once she got there. -
Canada tilted his head,”Hey, you don’t look good, you can stay here until you feel better.” He fingered the card, but made no move to stop her from leaving, it was her choice and the CAnadain won’t force her.
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“Are you serious? I mean I just flipped out on your couch, and I’m not nice, and I’m a terrible person. I don’t want to cause you any more trouble–” Antarctica hiccuped, feeling like a wimp. Also I am so, so trigger happy. I don’t want you to have problems after how nice you’ve been to me……” she said, idling indecisively at the door.
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“Whats up Bitches?” Italy walked into the hotel room decked out in full body armor and guns strapped to his back.His eyes where shielded with aviator sunglasses. The leader of the Italian Mafia has walked into the room.
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Canada grinned,”No trouble at all,” He waved his hand.”I think I’ve had with worse.” He glanced at the Italian,”Hey Italy, long time no see.”
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“Whats up Canada?” Italy was thin ans wiry, he was taller than Canada by about four inches. He walked over to Canada and ruffled his hair. He gestured to Antarctica, “Who’s this?”
Italy was a giant teddy bear to everyone despite his hard look and guns, but to those who harmed his friends… just pray that he wouldn’t hurt them too bad. -
Antarctica shoved her hand into her pocket, discreetly grabbing a small gun. This newcomer was totally covered in weapons of all kinds, and it made her nervous. She retreated near Canada, slightly on the defensive, and smiled. “As long as it’s fine with you…” She released the gun and pulled her hand out of her pocket with the ice. Her hands were still shaking, and her heart was still racing. She shoved some of it in her mouth and tried to breathe normally. Then she looked the newcomer in the eyes. “I’m Antarctica.”
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Canada sighed and put his book down on his bed, he turned to Italy,”How did you even get in here?” He flicked his shoulder and shoved his hands in his hoodie pocket,”I’m cool with it.”
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Italy took off his sunglasses and hung them on the front of his vest. His warm, brown eyes happy. “I’m the leader of one of the biggest mafia’s in the world, I can go anywhere!” Italy looked ridiculously happy at that for some reason. He extended his large hand to Antarctica, “Its nice to meet you Miss. Antarctica!”
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Antarctica took his hand, hoping he wouldn’t notice that fact that her skin was literally as cold as ice. “Ummm…alright….? Nice to meet you too….?” she responded, very confused and a little intimidated by his over joyfulness.
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Canada grunted and wandered over to the balcony, he shut the door behind him, leaving the two alone, hoping one wouldn’t end up with a bullet in them. He slid off his hoodie and settled it on a near by chair, enjoying the breeze.
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Italy did indeed notice that her hand was very cold, but didn’t mind. She was literally the personification of Antarctica, it makes sense that she would at least be colder than normal. He shook her hand a few times before running his hand in his hair. “How do you know Canada? He hasn’t been very social lately…”
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Antarctica blushed, and the color lit up her whole face. “I…was…..outside, and it was hot……soheinvitedmein.”
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Italy cocked his head, “Pardon?”