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Roleplay 1
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Canada heard booming and ran back to his room and threw open his door,”What the hell! America!” The Canadian screeched,”You going to get me kicked out of the fucking hotel!”
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America had a lamp shade over her head, and was drunk off her rockers. By this time, her small party of 5 had grown into a party of 15… or more…. America was too drunk to count, granted that she had drank over 5 bud lights, and 3 cups of strong Brandy. She made her way to Canada, and grabbed him by the shoulders. “It’s okay *hiccup* man, this party is *hic* hella fun. Acuna Matada *hic* it means no worries.”, she said as she struggled to keep her balance. “Why don’t you join us.”, America said as she dragged Canada to dance.
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Canada threw America off of him enraged, he stormed over to the speakers and punched through one, effectively stopping the music. He turned, his eyes lit with fires of pure fury and scanned around the room,”Everyone.Out.Of.This.Fucking.Room.Right.NOW!” The usually mellow Canadian stressed and yelled the last word, watching the people in his room scramble for the door.
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America hit the the ground…..hard…. a little too hard. She was out like a light.
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“God damn it.” Canada seethed and grabbed the American’s shirt and dragged the limp body into the hall way. He dropped her and walked back in his room,slamming the door behind him. The Canadian looked around his destroyed room in anger and let out a heavy sigh,”Thos is a fucking mess, damn it America.”
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Antarctica followed Canada and watched bemusedly at his random streak of rage. She grinned like an idiot when he punched through the speaker, and started giggling when everyone ran out in shocked terror. When Canada was finished dragging America out, he slammed the door, clearly not noticing that Antarctica had stepped in.
“Need some help?”she asked, still chuckling a bit. -
Canada muttered French curses and turned to her,”If you don’t mind.” The Canadain noticed his bed,”Oh fucking damn it! America drank all of my maple syrup,eh!” He stormed to his bed and gathered up the empty bottles, he opened the door and threw them at America before slamming the door again.
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Antarctica tried. She really did. But seeing Canada so angry after all the shit he had gone through today–
this–
this had done it. He was angry.
She couldn’t help it. Antarctica burst out laughing, clutching her sides and falling over into a sudden pile of snow. -
Canada turned to her and dead-panned,”Why the fuck is there snow in my room?”
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O.O……”whoops.. heh heh…..” Antarctica snapped her fingers and it vanished, as if it were never there. Of course, that left Antarctica falling to the ground, which she did very ungracefully. “oowww…” She said, then cracked a grin at him.
“So how did you punch through a speaker and terrify all those people? I always thought Canadians were nice to a fault.” -
Canada gave Antarctica a look,”We usually are, but never. I mean never. Mess with our maple syrup, or get smashed in our room. Look at this mess!” He sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair.
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“Well….. like I said, I’m here to help! What do you want me to do? I can go get Italy if he hasn’t left already..” Antarctica answered, jumping up and reaching into her pocket. “I’ve got… this!” she exclaimed triumphantly, somehow producing a full broom from her pocket.
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Canada nodded,”If you don’t mind,I’m going to stroll down the beach to release my anger.” He left the room,stepping over the drunk American and took the elevator down. The Canadian left the hotel and started to walk down to the surf,spotting a familiar women in the sand.
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America woke up. She was covered in syrup cases, and one of her friends was over her. “You need a hand.”, he said as he helped her up. America flashed a smile at him. “If you don’t mind me asking”, her friend said. “Why did you throw a party in some guys house.”
“Well…”, America said. “I guess I was angry at him, he never really used to ignore me….. but now I kind of felt like a 4th wheel.”.
Her friend looked at her with some compassion. “Your in need for some pillow talk aren’t you?”, he said with a goofy smile.
“Shut up”, she said back playfully.
After a while her friend left, and America was getting consumed with guilt. She reached inside of her pocket, brought out and unfolded a piece of paper, and a pen…. then wrote in fancy letters the reason why she threw a party in his house, and the words sorry. She slipped the note under his door, and ran out of the hotel. She took out a pack of cigarettes from her other jacket pocket, lit it, then took a long inhale. She took out the cigarette, and released the smoke. “Sweet relaxation.”, she said as she put out the cig. “You know what, fuck Canada, and fuck his stupid hotel, and fuck his friends, and just fuck my goddamn life!”, she screamed, hoping her voice would reach Canada’s window.
America, now completely sober, lit another cigarette and smoked all of it as she headed home.
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-Germany remained where she was left alone. She just stared at the ocean while the others were at their antics. She never noticed what time had passed until there seemed to be one coming back out of the hotel. She paid no mind as her eyes stayed solid on the quiet crashing waves. She even drew a triskela in the sand around her with her foot. She smiled at the thought of the symbol.-