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The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Yeah, Arcs were really fun. They're great for flat points in action or plot. We should have them again.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Username: pudding
Country Name: United Kingdom, UK or "Britain" (Really, she's just England)
Human Name: Abigail Smith
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Birthday: 927 AD
Appearance: England looks rather like the personification of Britannia in the traditional drawing, only with a modern twist. Her hair has been dyed black cut short so it can easily be gelled backwards for a much more refined and classy look. Dresses have long since been exchanged for tailored suits with tails and pressed collared shirts. While only around 5'4", she makes it a point to wear shoes with a heel to them so that she gains a bit of height. Her skin is light and clear and she is rarely seen without some makeup or her hair done up properly. Her eyes are light green. One of the most interesting things about England is the lasting effect tight lacing has had on her. While it has improved since when she actively wore corsets, she does have a thinner waist than average and the decades of tight lacing has had a negative result on her body. While she doesn't talk about it, she does have problems with eating and breathing but is slowly recovering from this.
Personality: England is a very charismatic lady and a lady she is. She's confident in her actions and is able to hold a room in the palm of her hand with soft-spoken, patient words. But this side of her does not manifest so much when she's not dealing with important people like world leaders or trying to impress others. The other nations of the world have long since lost her respect and the reserve she has is abandoned the moment she steps into the door. Her sharp mind and tongue are like a stereotypical villain in an American film and she's not afraid to step up and beat some sense into the other nations around her with a good, old-fashioned bit of brute force. While her current power is diminished compared to the past, she has still left a mark on other nations of the world and continues to try to prove herself to be still on par as a superpower. As such, she tends to be a bit more Imperialistic, especially in times of war.
England has always had a bit of a motherly side to her, possibly from the old days when she had more younger nations running about than she really cared to look after. As such, she tends to treat those nations differently than the others and act as if they are still children despite most of them being grown up.
Weaknesses:
-She's very stubborn
-She has a tendency to underestimate people and their actions
-She does have a smaller space to work with than other super-powereded nations, giving her a disadvantage when it comes to space and army size when it comes to places like America and Russia
-Despite accelerated healing, her body has not completely recovered from the effects of tight lacing. and she has some difficulty breathing and eating large amounts of food.
Strengths:
-She's had influence on many nations across the globe, resulting in quite a few strong allies now.
-She's used to wars since she gets involved in them constantly and kind of knows her way around them.
Likes: Gardening, people who aren't idiots, the Chap Olympiad
Dislikes: People mucking around, America's "disfiguration" of her language, the saying "British accent", people who disrespect her food
Other: "Dammit America, stop butchering my language!"

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Maybe I could just do England as Britain and managing affairs for all four while the rest have state-like status. That works for me, I guess. And then I don't have to freak out trying to figure out stereotypes for the entirety of the UK and not just one of them.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

This is an actual problem, though. All the UK stereotypes are just English stereotypes in disguise. There could be a whole story about England constantly being called Britain and the other three countries being really pissed off about being lumped together under England.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Yay!

I'm still working on UK's form. I don't know why it's taking me so long. Probably because most stereotypes are centered around only one of the countries, not the entire UK.

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"It was better than if you had picked a side," Iceland replied, his own voice lowering. He supported equal rights fully but there were battles he just couldn't win. War was one of them. He decided not to bring up his own neutrality being abused as well and his occupation by two countries. But that was much better than being like Poland. "It would have been worse," he added before turning away to look at the new arrivals. America he avoided-not that he didn't like him, just bad memories were brought up. Nobody liked being occupied. But as more people trickled in, Iceland trailed off. The conversation had grown uncomfortable now and it was nothing to talk about now that others had arrived. He lifted his bag up and placed it on his back with one hand before taking a large bite out of his Skyr. He didn't respond to America's loud introduction immediately but did offer up a small wave as he found a seat near the middle of the rectangular table. He set his bag down on the back of the chair and flopped down in the seat, taking bites out of his Skyr.

He leaned back in his chair, breathing softly in between bites. He just had to be careful about protecting his fishing rights and asserting his neutrality and that was it. He wouldn't speak up about the Middle East or anything that wasn't his business. If everyone else wanted to run at each other, he wasn't going to get in their way. He was getting out of the way as quickly as he could and making sure none of his people got hurt. That was why he was here. "How many are coming?" He asked, looking up at Denmark. "And when is the meeting supposed to start?"

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As soon as Denmark took hers, Iceland carefully set his bag down on the ground so he could stand up. The pleasant little cups came with their own plastic spoons to make them very nice foods to eat on the go. He peeled the top off and dug the spoon into the top of the dairy product to start eating it. Skyr had to be the best invention of all time. There were so many things that it could be used for but it tasted just great on its own. But the spoon paused in his mouth as Denmark mentioned sides. Oh. Shuffling around rather awkwardly, he set the spoon back down in the Skyr, having not taken a bit from it. "Denmark, I'm neutral," he replied with a frown. Some would have found it difficult to actually admit but that would have just made things more difficult and cause problems later on. He knew could see the look she was giving him but fighting was just too much for him. "All I want is peace. If the rest of the world wants war, they can have one without me. I will not risk the lives of my citizens over someone else's arguments." He looked around at the rest of the room and sighed faintly. It seemed like every time someone was fighting, he was egged and pushed towards a side. But he wasn't going to do that. He was neutral! "Why can't we just do what we did in World War II?" He pressed, lowering the Skyr container slightly. "It was better when we did that. Better than sending our people off to die."

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Ah, good! The other Nordic was here! While Iceland was not a part of Scandinavia, he was a part of the Nordic nations so he felt closer to Denmark than other nations. But he had spent a long time with Denmark and she was probably his favorite of all the other nations in the world. He still liked to encourage Danish to be taught in schools, right after Icelandic and English. And she still knew his mannerisms. "Very unusual," He replied with a smile. He was not ashamed of his tardiness. But all laughter aside, this meeting was probably not going to pleasant. "Ah, hold on!" He replied, taking off his back and balancing it upon one knee so he could unzip it. The largest compartment was filled to the brim with ice-cold bottles of water and various types of Skyr, as much as he could fit inside without risking explosions. The bottles had acted to keep the soft cheese cold. He picked two out and held the top one out for Denmark to enjoy. Strawberry for her, blueberry for him. "I brought some to share. Many flavors as well. I thought this one might be longer than the others but I did not eat as many as I thought on the way over."

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Usually, Iceland wasn't so great with the 'arriving on time' thing. He wasn't the type of person to walk in late with Starbucks, oh no. It was just his schedule was so jam-packed that nothing ever went perfectly and by afternoon, he was running into the door several minutes after the event was supposed to start. While this tended to irritate other people who made time for mistakes and such, Iceland was more than pleased with this. Sure he was late constantly but it meant that from morning till night, he was always doing sometime. He had no idea how some citizens of other countries just sat around, doing nothing. He couldn't stand any of that! He wanted to be doing something always unless he was sleeping.

But, these meetings were something special. Walking in the door late meant you could miss something vital or even end up in the middle of a fight between some of the larger nations. Very quickly on, Iceland had learnt the best thing to do was arrive early and make as much time as he could for the meetings. You had to clear the entire day since it could run late into the night, or stop not that long after it started. It all depended on how the Superpowers were feeling on that day. This was one of the days he wasn't feeling so good about the meeting. Tensions were high and on the rise and he was starting to get the feeling he should take cover and get out of the way. Wars were getting harder and harder to avoid but he wanted to make sure he would still be there when the ashes all settled down.

Iceland unzipped his wool sweater, having deciding the black and white coverup and a pair of tight black pants the best thing for the meeting. He was almost right on time but in terms of the meeting, people would probably just start to trickle in. He stepped up to the large, historic building and pushed it open, making his way quietly to the hall. It wasn't his first meeting in Denmark and although it had been some time since they had met in Copenhagen, he still remembered the large table with Denmark proudly sitting at the head. It had been one of his first world meetings and he had felt so proud sitting there, wide-eyed among some of the great nations. "Denmark?" He called out, adjusting the backpack on his back slightly so it did not hurt his shoulder so much. He had walked from the airport to the hall with his bag and the strap had started to dig into his shoulder. He was going to have to replace the padding there so it did not bite so much. But he couldn't just leave his backpack behind. Where would he be without his own, clearly better food to eat? He had nothing against Denmark, it was just Skyr was good any time and place and Icelandic chocolate couldn't be beat. Either way, it didn't look like anyone else had arrived yet. It couldn't be… Was he actually the first one to arrive? That never happened, even when he made a conscious effort to get there on time.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

I'd just go with it, especially if you've already got it typed up!