Puddingy

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Yes, she did! I'm still working on Prussia. It's hard when there's little stereotypes outside of their army.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

"Well, well," England muttered, his eyes fixing on the newest arrival. Her tight-lipped from twisted into a sarcastic smile as she cocked her head slightly to the side. "Look who finally managed to make an appearance? Tell me, were you pissing on the bushes outside or just flirting?" She hated France. Beyond the typical indifference or minor annoyance, France was probably the one nation that she hated more than any other. Years of war had meant the two, or at least England, were spiteful of the other. "If you must know, I've been trying to hold my bite in. But now that you're here, it's clear nothing will get done so I suppose I can stop restraining myself." She leaned back slightly in her own chair, her hand coming to rest on the cane sitting nearby. She did not actually need it to walk. No, nothing of that sort. She kept it there to smack around other people until they fell into line. It was a weapon of the best kind; the kind that was legal to carry on airplanes. But she turned to Denmark and waved a hand idly. "Nothing from me. Or, at least nothing you all wouldn't already from the news."

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

My characters have nothing else to say. And I'll be taking Prussia!

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

So if I want to snag Prussia, they can totally have the same last name as Germany, right? Because I think I'd like to add on Prussia.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Massive sheep death, crop failure, volcanic winter. These were only a few of the things that happened in the past as a result of an eruption. But the worst part had to be the famine and watching his few citizens collapse under the stress the eruptions caused. The volcanic eruptions did not pass him by, either. Even when scarcely anything happened, he coughed up soot and ash and came down with a terrible fever. Even preparation to help his citizens couldn't avoid that unsightly side effect. But he didn't want to get involved. With tensions rising, he did not want it to appear that he was picking a side when countries attempted to send aid. "The concern is appreciated but I request it stop there," he replied firmly, having not sat down yet. "I am aware the side effects of such natural disasters are devastating as I have felt their blow often. But another fight is in the rising. The tensions are growing higher and higher and it is troubling for a small nation like myself. As such, I would like to declare my neutrality now. Please do not involve my people in any of your fighting or arguments and respect my neutrality." Finally, he sat back down, hoping none of the nations took offense to his words. He just wanted to avoid a fight.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

England blinked several times as she met Portugal's glare. Oh, she knew very well what he was angry about. When it came to monopolies, she was one of the best. Her sphere of influence was incredibly high. After all, were they not all speaking English now? England had practically shaped the world how she wanted from day one and even if her former colonies did not realize it, they were doing the same. Even America, the rebellious one who set off explosions in honor of breaking away from her only helped her influence constrict around the world. Asia, Africa, the Americas, all of them. There was barely a country left in the world that had not been influenced by her in some way. And sometimes, countries like Portugal ended up in the dust. But it was all just business and it certainly didn't bother her. "I agree with Germany," She replied flatly. "While it is no concern of mine how you spend your time after this meeting, we are devoted to a constructive discussion right now. We've scarcely begun."

She looked over at Iceland who, unsurprisingly, did not enjoy being on the spot at the moment. Yes, he wanted to speak. He wanted to get his turn and speak his mind. But he also did not want to stand in the way of other countries arguments. Still, feeling pressured by the woman next to him staring rather pointedly and Germany's own statement, he slowly rose to his feet. "Iceland's economy is doing much better than our crash but we've expressed concerns about fishing regulations on the rise. While we don't really care how other countries fish and their own regulations, we want to ensure that no pressure will be put on us to change our own regulations. Fishing has long since been a part of our culture and is very important to our fickle economy." He took looked around the room briefly before continuing, mentally bracing himself for some kind of backlash. "You all certainly remember the eruption a few years ago of Eyjafjallajökull. We are currently on guard for another eruption, this time from Helka. All sources point to this eruption being quite soon. In the past, Helka's eruption caused the temperature around the world to drop for about 18 years. Either way, a large ash cloud could cover parts of the globe again so it would be wise to prepare just in case another eruption occurs. As a reminder, the ash is dangerous to aircrafts and as soon as it does erupt, you should ground all of them to avoid injury."

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

"Ah, of course," England snapped back. Really, they had known each other since colonial times. She understood she represented the whole of Britain but why couldn't anyone for once just call her England? That's who she actually was and just once, she wanted to hear her actual name instead of the empire's name. "I forgot who I was talking to for a moment. God bless America, the international police and country that can do no wrong. Clearly, we are all in the presence of the greatest and most free country on Earth." One of her hands drifted down to grasp her cane slightly while the other shifted towards her torso. Trying to spit out what she was trying to say was difficult and the words were broken up by short gasps for breath. But she managed to spit out the last part of her last retort, at least. "Except, I forgot, you aren't either of those. If you shove your arrogant attitude back up your arse where it belongs, maybe I'll put my tongue back in my mouth where it belongs and we can all start acting like adults." She ended abruptly and turned away from the country, trying to recover her lost air.

Iceland took the call to say something else as his turn to rise up and say what was happening. He was ready, he already knew what he was going to say and everything. He started to stand so he could announce his own point and explicit neutrality when a sudden knocking at the door caused the other nation to quickly sit back down. Three new arrivals made their appearances, two of which he could identify. The other, not so easily. The hooded man was nowhere near as easy to make out as Spain and other Italy. Which one was North and which was South again? He took another large bite out of his Skyr, trying to wait until everything settled down again to speak. He wasn't going to interrupt anyone. That was asking for trouble.

"Spain," Britain began with a small shake of her head before offering a slightly amused smile. It was the most she could give, really. All this fighting was quickly getting to her and she was having difficulty staying quiet and nice. She wanted to grab her cane and just bash somebody's head in so they'd all stop talking for just a few moments. "I missed you so much. After all, where would the world be without your drunken ass stumbling down the street asking for handouts?" So her facts weren't exactly true but Hell, if Spain said she was a cheat, she was allowed to retort with a statement just as false. She didn't know if Spain was an alcoholic and honestly didn't care.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Oh gods, they were yelling again. It had barely even been five minutes this time! Iceland hunched over slightly, trying not to draw attention to himself as the big nations of the world began to point fingers at one another over the Middle East. Why did this keep happening? Did everyone really hate one another so much that they had to go at each other's throat every time they saw one another. They were all allies here, weren't they? He anxiously looked around before silently chewing on his Skyr. He really, really wished they wouldn't behave like this. He was too frightened to speak or get involved. After all, he didn't want to get himself into a war with any of them.

Simple words and announcements quickly escalated to full-out yelling and banging. England breathed in through her nose in short, shallow breaths as several nations rose to their feet. This was why the world couldn't have nice things. Not soon after Germany's hands smacked the table and he finished barking out whatever attempt he was making to pacify everyone, England finally decided to join the fray. "Look at yourselves," she declared, not rising to her feet like the rest of them but instead crossed one leg over another so she was more comfortably sitting. She would not stoop to their level of idiocy. But she wasn't able to just let the situation rest, either. Someone had to address how foolish they were being about this. If they didn't, they'd just keep at it. "It's simple; get over it. Wars happen, countries rise and fall. The Middle East just happened to be our next Rome. But if you continue to behave like toddlers and whine about it, I'll treat you like toddlers." She looked around, her eyes settling on her former colonies. "That means you, America," She added as her lips fell into a frown. "Just sit down and shut up and let the rest of us finish talking about our economies."

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

I remember I was such a bad Rper to start. It was my first 'big' RP and I was so bad at it. I'm sorry you all had to put up with my bad skills. I think I've gotten better, though.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

"Britain," the country announced, following in Portugal's stride. A long, cane, black in color, was held at her side as she glanced about the room, her eyes observing those gathered with traces of contempt and, possibly, disgust. "Is here. No need to wait on my behalf." She looked down at her wrist, inspecting the time briefly before walking deeper into the room. "Is this all of us?" She asked, looking around at the others yet again, this time her gaze lingering on a select few. America, Russia, Germany. She was expecting some more nations like China or Japan. Well, she couldn't argue. It was her duty to be here and if they weren't here, she wasn't surprised. A lot of nations skipped these meetings. But she could complain about it loudly. She took a seat near the end of the table, one rather close to Iceland. The island nation didn't hide his shock at her choice and quickly moved his seat away from her as she set her cane down, crossed her legs and looked about. Iceland didn't enjoy England's company too much and they shared a rather irritating past. If there was anything England thought of him moving away, she didn't show it and instead gestured to the table. "Let us all sit. We should start discussing now before we all grow tired of staring at one another and grow uncivilized."