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    Principle's Office [OPEN]

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    Post  Magnus Densen on March 22nd 2012, 3:29 am

    [Holy fu-.. I see now. o.o Hetalia is indeed a troll.]





    Dominika shut her eyes and snickered brightly when her father planted a kiss on her head. She looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the lovely Russian summers in Moscow. She cocked her head lightly to the side as her forefinger tapped her chin lightly. "Do you tink Ai could sign up for your class or es et too late?"


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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on March 30th 2012, 7:19 pm

    Just as the Russian had discussed his departing, the door to the office swung open and smacked disturbingly against the wall. Standing there, with hands tucked into his plaid pants, was student Alfred F. Jones. A troublemaker, in other words. As usual, his one nuisance strand of hair stuck straight up while the rest remained short and messy. His glasses needed to be pushed up higher onto his nose, for they appeared as though they might slip off. He looked extremely bored and maybe a little frustrated as he made eye-contact with the principal. He and the Russian man did not get along. He couldn't believe he had been sent here, yet again, just to be harassed by him.

    Looking aside, he stepped further into the room without saying a word and plopped himself lazily into one of the comfortable chairs. He then proceeded to rest his feet on top of the Russian's desk, crossing one foot over the other. Had the principal not been in the same room as his daughter, Alfred might have taken a quick peek at her...maybe even give her a suggestive look, but anyone related to Ivan Braginski was just trouble for the American.

    Alfred waited patiently to be acknowledged or even approached, keeping his eyes on a stack of paperwork set aside on the principal's desk.



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    Post  Ivan Braginski on March 30th 2012, 9:17 pm

    Horrible reply... I'm sorry







    "Of course! Ai actually needed someone to -- " Bang.

    Ivan's amethyst irises snapped toward the direction of the door as it swung open. The sudden impact startled the Russian a bit, yet the look of surprise vanished just as quickly as it came.

    "Ah, Privet meester Jones..." Ivan's eyebrow quirked a bit as the American placed his feet on his desk. A faint edge of annoyance could vaguely be detected from the Soviet's casual tone, yet his facial expression remained the same

    "What brings you here..... again?"



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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on March 30th 2012, 9:31 pm

    It was not!


    Alfred ignored his greeting and crossed his arms over his chest before he let his eyes fall shut. As if he had come in here just to sleep and not be scolded. He was smart enough not to completely ignore his Principal though, and let out a heavy sigh before answering with, "Same stupid reason I was in here last time."

    Alfred had many reasons why he visited the Principal on almost a daily basis, but the last time, he had been late to his classes far too many times. This time, he had finally been ordered to go to office. Maybe his teachers were having hopes that he would get straightened out, but if he could rebel against England, he would rebel against Russia.

    He was free to do what he wanted. Always will be.



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    Post  Magnus Densen on March 30th 2012, 9:54 pm



    The lovely father-daughter moment was abruptly interrupted by who else, but the school's biggest slacker.
    Dominika's head turned to the door and followed the teenager make his way to her father seat...
    Whoever messed with her beloved father instantly became her nemesis. Her eyebrows furrowed and eyes slightly narrowed at him. She had seen him many times on the hallways and at the classes they shared. Her opinion on him? None, so far. Well... until now.
    A soft smirk touched her lips, but her violet eyes told a different story. They were cold and full of spite. If only he could read her mind...

    "Ai know you. Ai believe we share a few classes togeter, da?", she spoke softly. The way she said it would make one think she was a sophisticated young lady who wouldn't hurt a fly. Her head tilted a little to the side, her gaze still on Alfred. Ai'd choke you if papa weren't here...



     
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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on March 30th 2012, 11:13 pm

    Ironically, they do not share classes, but for the sake of this, we will say they do.

    The American turned his head slightly when the daughter of the Principal spoke up. He didn't exactly want to look at her, but something in her voice made his eyes leave the floor and meet hers. There, he saw the mocking image of her father just swimming within her eyes...he could see the spite and literally feel the cold glare, making him twitch slightly. Her voice, however, was soft and nearly serene...but that wasn't fooling the American. He knew she had to be just like her father.

    An awfully fun, but probably foolish idea blossomed within his head and a smirk found its way to his lips. "Perhaps," He said. "Did you only just realize your crush stepped into this office?" As soon as the joke left his lips, he regretted it. This wasn't just some girl he passed in the hallway...this was Mr. Braginski's daughter. The Principal's daughter!

    He looked away as if he were bored with her already, but he was actually avoiding eye contact and getting prepared for whatever insults she might throw at him. Or worse...what Ivan might say.



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    Post  Ivan Braginski on March 31st 2012, 12:09 am

    Indeed, the Russian father's eyes blazed at the comment. The temperature seemed to drop; did the room just get...darker...?

    Amethyst irises narrowed viciously, yet a wry smirk played upon Ivan's lips.

    "You have nerve, boy..." He hissed, taking a step nearer to the sitting student. The Russian was taller than nearly every other teacher, so he must have seemed quite large to the student [Mind. Gutters. Out.]

    Ivan folded his arms across his broad chest and tilted his head ever so slightly. Yes... only those with a death wish dared to mess with a Russian's kids. But.. this was a school, and the offender was just a boy. Besides... he himself added "no violence" to the list of rules.

    "Tell me, Jones... do you find et funny to skip classes? What do you tink you will get from dat, hmn? Ef getting kicked out es your goal, den ai suggest you stop right where you are..."

    Without warning, the large Russian shot forward and flicked the American's feet off his desk. Ivan leaned forward and placed a hand on eather side of Alfred by resting his hands on both armrests.

    Flickering amethyst irises hovered only half a foot over the blue eyes of the student. Hey, technically he wasn't physically harming the kid...

    Yet...

    "Ef you continue skipping classes, ai will not kick you out. Instead, ai will make sure you pay me a leetle visit in my office every day after school...." Ivan's tone was low and dripping like sweet acid; his thick Russian accent rolled delicatly off his tongue with each oddly-spoken word.

    "Ai will make you do your homework here... and don't worry. You won't be getting out until Ai make sure you finished et all. Es dat clear, young sir?"



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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on March 31st 2012, 12:39 am


    Alfred nearly rolled his eyes when it had been Ivan to speak, but he could sense him coming closer and turned to find the Principal standing over him. The American's expression faltered a moment, a look of unease crossing his face because of how near Ivan stood to him, but it was quickly replaced with a disobedient look. His sky-blue jewels narrowed slowly, returning the unsettling look the Russian was giving him.

    Do you see me laughing? The American had thought, not daring to say it out loud. He'd never hear the end of it had he spoke his mind, however, the Russian was still managing to be annoying.

    Just as he was going to look away again, his feet were forced from the desk in front of him and to the ground. His eyes raised in silent surprise before they narrowed again, his teeth beginning to grit within his mouth. That, of course, was until the Russian stepped up to him and leaned over the chair. It caused the American to shrink back and press himself into the chair, trying desperately to get away from the massive nation that was standing over him. The American was stubborn enough to keep glaring, but the Russian had sent cold shivers down his spine with his behavior. God Bless America...he truly hated this man.

    "Bullshit..." The student challenged, having the sudden urge to spit in his face. He didn't believe Ivan would keep him here. "You couldn't keep me here even if you wanted to. Besides, what's the matter? Can't afford to be known as one of the only Principal's around this area that ever had a student drop out?" The American mocked.

    It was true. Gakuen Hetalia was very popular and full of bright children. The surrounding schools couldn't compete, but it would take a hit to the rating if students ever began to drop out or get kicked out. Would the Russian really risk it? Alfred could be one of those bright students too, if he applied himself, but he refused to do it. He refused to do any of this, because it took away from his freedoms...

    Alfred's "freedoms" could possibly be the death of him someday...



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    Dominika’s lips curled into a frown, a frown that lasted for less than a second. Her face returned to its usual cheerfulness with her eyes soft and a kind smile plastered across her features. “Papa, ef you agree, Ai’d also like to help our dear student wit his schoolwork. Ai’m sure my brothers would love to help him, too, nyet?

    The Muscovite raised a hand to her face to tap her chin ponderously. “But Ai’m sure Ai can handle him well on my own.” A bright giggle followed by a much softer smile appeared on her face. “Whattaya say, Jones? Or should I say – future crush? ” She was indeed mocking him for she didn’t even bother hide the sarcasm in her voice.



     
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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on March 31st 2012, 4:03 pm


    The American's head snapped in the girl's direction, his eyes having widened slightly at her statement. Her help him? Yeah, right. That was like telling Alfred to hug his Principal...it just wasn't possible. And yet, he somehow just knew Ivan was going to agree with his daughter's proposal. He had a feeling the Russian would do anything to get back at him for his behavior and attitude.

    He appeared even more frustrated when she mocked him and he now had the greatest urge to shove the Principal away from him and go after her himself. Alas, he remained in the chair, just dying to hear her father's answer. His eyes remained on his daughter, passing her a silent look that said, "Just wait until we're away from him..."

    The girl was cocky, because her father had her protected here...but what happens when the American catches her alone? He had to fight the grin that wanted to blossom after that thought.



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    Post  Berwald Oxenstierna on April 21st 2012, 9:48 pm

    "Hmmm.. The people here really don't seem thrilled at anything.. Isn't that a terror.. Not." a careless girl muttered under her breath with a sweet voice as she walked quietly down the hallway, stopping at a door and gazing at it with anger.

    A quiet knock came to the principals door as the Yemeni smiled to herself silently though. She was a new student and needed to quickly get her classes in order before she could start attending to homework and her classes. To do so, she was issued to the man who she could hear yelling at some student from behind the thin wood door.

    Well.. Someone ether crossed the lines of being a good student or something bad happened.. Hehe.. What joy’s.. Enmity thought to herself as she whistled a soft tune.

    Enmity hated to wait, but she had no other chose. Plus, she really didn’t want to look back on her first day.. Kind’ov anyway. Twirling a stray blonde curl around her index finger, her soft yellow gaze landed on a picture of a sunflower above the name of the principal’s name. Though she couldn’t see it, she could see it looked a bit easy to remember. Maybe the guy was nice?





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    Post  Ivan Braginski on April 22nd 2012, 12:37 am

    Ivan kept leaning over the chair of the American, smirking lightly as he recoiled. The American's challenge did nothing but amuse the large nation. Oh, he knew those looks of defiance all to well...

    He enjoyed watching haughty features twist away in agony...

    "You do not know what a'I am capable of, Meester Jones." The Russian mused lightly. His tone was irritatingly calm... amused almost, as if he thought those challenging words that the American spat were nothing but a joke of lame humor.

    "A single student won't make much of a difference to d'e rating of d'is school. Especially ef et's an American. You, on d'e other hand, will not recieve d'e sources you need, making you more vulnerable for attacks in d'e future. You are d'e only one who's going to be looked down upon. Englands brother, a rebellious drop-out. What would Arthur t'ink..."

    He kept his smiling, unblinking stare drilled right into those stunning blue eyes of the American. It wasn't rude to stare in Russia, yet he knew it was a well-known mutual challenge in the other's lands. If Alfred wanted a challenge... he messed with the wrong Soviet. However, something literally jumped in the depths of those glimmering orbs of amethyst at the look he gave his daughter. Something jumped like a shadow boiling in the depths of his cold stare.

    One could have sworn the temperature dropped several degrees. A dark chill shifted through the room like a grim aura that pulsed like a heartbeat through the air.

    Alfred's first insult toward him just slid right off Ivan's back like water would a duck, but that look he gave Moscow... it was an act only those with a deathwish dared to do. It made Ivan's blood boil despite that dangerous, icy change in atmosphere. His stare became as sharp as a shard of ice as they continued to drill into the boy's eyes; it was as though they wished to drill a hole right through the challenging American before him.

    "a'I don't care what Arthur lets you get away with at your house, boy..." The Russian's voice came out low and deadly through that cheery smile. It was frightening how maniac he looked right now... However, his tone dripped like sweet acid at his following words, leaving no doubt in even the minds of the stupidist; he was not happy. One thing was messing with him... but it was another thing entirely to mess with his kids. It was suicide to those older...

    "But here, you are under different rules. De staff and a'I expect you to follow those rules whether you enjoy d'em or not." The Russian snarled "We are trying to help you, and all you are doing es showing us how stupid Amerikans can be. D'at's not really a good t'ing to portray your nation as, da?"

    "Selfish... arrogant... stubborn.. unpleasant.. a'I do t'ink a'I want to become Amerikan now, seeing how all the Capitallists seem to be. Ef Amerika on it's own es seen behaving like d'is, den a'I would Love to see how tings are as a whole. Grow up, Jones!" The Russian had given a delicate tilt of his head as he began to speak those sarcastic words. He had straightened up and away from the American, yet his tone snapped and stung like a harsh bull whip on those last three words. Russia glared coldly at Alfred for a few moments before turning his attention back to Dominika.

    "Da, Dominika... a'I t'ink d'at will be a fine idea. However, let us see ef our beloved Amerikan student pulls through and shows us how smart he can be... or ef he turns out just as stupid as he appears right now."



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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 22nd 2012, 4:54 pm

    Excuse me a moment. I have to go and retrieve Alfred. He has dug himself a hole, stuck his head in it, and then covered it



    At first, Ivan's words had done little to the American. He continued to glare defiantly into the amethyst orbs, becoming uncomfortable with the way the Russian leaned in closer. If he moved any closer, the American might have to consider kicking him away, but as Alfred sat there and took what Ivan had to say, his defiant look was slowly beginning to fade. Alfred care little for what people had to say about him, but when Arthur was ever mentioned...well, it had quite the affect on the American.

    With his eyes reflecting his stunned silence and his lips parted just slightly, he watched as Ivan's expression shifted. The American could feel the aura in the room change drastically and he knew he had made a mistake by treating Dominika the way he did. Positively, he began to shrink in the chair, wincing as the Russian began to speak again. His heart beat against his rib cage and the American wouldn't be surprised if it broke free. Unable to hold the Russian's eyes anymore, he hung his head, wincing again as the Russian named off facts about the American.

    "Grow up, Jones!"

    It was funny how alike he and Arthur sounded. Alfred had been instructed to grow up his entire life, but what if he didn't want? What if he wanted to be his own person - free of any control any government might try to weigh him down with. So, the other nations wouldn't understand, now...but in the future...Alfred would prove them wrong. His fingers curled against the armrests of the chair and he gritted his teeth, eyes shielded by his blond bangs. He would prove them all wrong. He would become the strongest and he would stomp out the light communism tried to burn within this world, or any other government that was against his own for that matter.

    Still, despite his anger, he had been hurt. Defeated, really. It would be foolish to talk back. Lord only knew what Ivan might do next...

    Slowly, the American got to his feet. He raised his head, his expression having become nearly blank, if not for the bit of anger that flickered within his sky-blue eyes. He stared directly into the amethyst orbs. "I wish I could say I wasn't offended by anything you said, but I was. However, I'll give you what you want. I'll change my behavior to the best of my ability, but Ivan..." He had begun to head toward the exit. He stopped just in front of the door and glanced over his shoulder, "...don't be surprised when it turns out everything you ever said about me, was wrong." And he pulled the door open, blinking when he realized a girl was standing outside the room. How long had she been there? Nevertheless, the American moved around her and headed for class, shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants.

    In the end, he had stood up to the principal, but goodness...Ivan had seriously scared him for a minute there. That was worse than facing a ghost. He glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the fading office. "You'd feel pretty stupid if I ever became the boss of you one day." He mumbled, turning his head back as he neared his next class.

    Stupid reply is stupid...
    But, Ivan...
    THIS BE MOTHERFRACKIN' AMERICA. YOU BEST BE RESPECTIN, MAN. HE'S GONNA BE YOUR LEADER ONE DAY.



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    Post  Berwald Oxenstierna on April 26th 2012, 8:39 pm

    Enmity paused, biting her lip as she looked at the door. She was actually a bit a fearful suddenly, not that her usually blunt ways weren’t strong as always.. It was just the way that the American had exited the door that got the better side of her… The side that was eager to know what she was going to be dealing with and some juicy gossip if possible. Why start the school year without some action!?

    “Hey! Uh… Guy!” she stuttered, but half way shouted. Her voice was a bit to light to sound like it was a bit bossy like her personality sometimes, but it was enough to show that she meant business a lot. Each word was spoke with a thick sense of authority. Not the best time for her voice obviously..

    Ignoring the way how her voice was, Enmity pressed on and begin to walk after the American. Each step was followed by a quite click of her heels under the slender, ruffled dress. The normal colors of her flag of course. The corset being striped black and pink with small strips of moon white. Tiers and pink, black, and very small layers of white dropped down in ruffles from it. Each one dropping in a feather looking curls at the end. It wasn’t a ball gown looking dress, but it was definitely formal.

    She tucked her often times pulled and played with curl when she was nervous behind her ear, trying look a bit more easy and laid back. Yet it wasnt working by the way her yellow eyes were reading strong intentions of doing whatever.





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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 26th 2012, 9:11 pm

    Alfred came to an abrupt stop, glancing back over his shoulder from where the voice came from. He was surprised to see the girl he had nearly ran into and arched a golden brow at her. Why hadn't she entered the principal's office? And why in the world did she need him? He found it a bit puzzling that she did not know who he was. Of course, he didn't know she was either...but didn't everyone know Alfred F. Jones? Perhaps, not.

    "My name is Alfred." He corrected her, but surprisingly, his voice was not angry. He had simply stated a fact. "What can I help you with?" He added afterward, hands tucked away into his plaid-blue, uniform pants.



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    Post  Berwald Oxenstierna on April 26th 2012, 9:23 pm

    Though the Yemen country was recluse from many due to the constant secret trades and just staying in the homeland to make sure that everything was kept in proper place, the Yemen thought just faintly that this man might be America.. But she couldn’t be for sure. She had read papers that were about him once or twice simply because she was often the only country that paid very much attention to other countries more then herself. Many times it was for the need of having knowledge of others that know one else knew. It was her clever side none the less.

    A small smile surfaced onto her face as she held out a gentle hand, “My names Enmity Animosities! It’s a pleasure to meet your acquaintance!” she appeased, biting the tip of her tongue for a moment to recheck her words in her head.. A terrible habit of hers, “I was wondering if you could tell me would just happened back there.. Or at least if who the Principal is.”

    Trying her best to look happy, the Yemen wasn’t about to let on that she was suddenly curious of the man and precautious.. In the papers she had read, some were saying that America had a strange way of doing some things.. She didn’t want to let on that she was testing their theories to some sense.





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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on April 26th 2012, 10:00 pm

    The American slightly tilted his head. Her name sounded familiar, but still, he was puzzled as to who she was. He grinned suddenly, removing one of his hands from his pockets and taking hers in a friendly greeting. Once they had shaken hands, he said, "You have a cool name." However, the American's grin faded when she asked what had happened in the Russian's office.

    Wait...

    She didn't know who the principal was? Oh, boy. The American was going to have some fun.

    "Oh, him?" He asked, inclining his head towards the Russian's office. "The principal is 'Meester Ivan Braginski', one of the most boring people in the world. He t'inks he knows everyt'ing." As the American told her about the principal, he mocked him in certain areas of his sentence, causing his accent to mold with a Russian's accent. "And if you're wondering what I was doing in there, I was getting in trouble. As usual." He shrugged, as if it were nothing important to him.



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    Post  Berwald Oxenstierna on April 30th 2012, 5:54 pm

    Ohhh… a bad boy.. How interesting…! The Yemen thought to herself as a grin on the inside emerged, but she made sure to no show it on her face.

    The curl she often twisted around her finger when in thought slipped from behind her ear and landed on her cheek as she took it greatly and twirled the lace like strand around her finger. Oh how she thought this guy was some what amusing, but there must be a catch somewhere.. Anywhere in fact.

    Letting her soft smile widen a bit at his mocking tone at the Russian, Enmity said softly, “Thank you… If you don’t mind me asking, once again, what were you getting in trouble for? That grumpy, mean, old man seemed to be way to harsh at whatever issue was at hand, if you ask me.”

    As unpleasing as the Yemen found it, Enmity made sure to keep her voice just slightly below an average tone of voice. The reason was this was simple; she didn’t want her responses and their conversations to be heard very well in case anyone was trying to listen in. Once to many times when she looking for information and entering enemy territory, the thing that always got to her was that so many people got caught just by talking.. Like in anything, Enmity was trying to treat this conversation as a game.. To not only prepare herself why lay inside the principals door, but also finding out about this American.. The ‘Free’ Country that she heard so commonly about.





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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on May 1st 2012, 12:19 pm

    Alfred stepped aside, moving toward the wall and placing his back to it. Like this, he was able to lean casually against it with his hands still in his pockets. He figured he should get comfortable while he spoke with Enmity, rather enjoying their conversation so far. She seemed to be curious about a lot of things that revolved around him, and he didn't really mind.

    "I was getting in trouble, because I am sort of a slacker." He admitted with a slight shrug. "I can do the work, I just don't apply myself. I don't want to apply myself, because I don't want to work. So, summing it all up, I am just lazy." He admitted. "I also just want to be myself, you know? Here, at this Academy, I some times feel like...I'm being held back. I know the teachers want what is best for me, and quite possibly the principal too, but I...ugh, I don't know how to explain it. I just feel like I am not myself when I am here." He had never said anything like this before. Gilbert, who was one of the other troublemakers of the school, hadn't even heard Alfred talk like this before.

    He became a bit flustered, clearing his throat and crossing his arms. "But whatever ~ I'll get over it!" He quickly said, looking aside with a frustrated expression. He didn't like that he had admitted to something so personal and now, he was embarrassed by it.



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    Post  Berwald Oxenstierna on May 3rd 2012, 9:25 pm

    Blinking back the emotion of surprise that threatened to reach as a expression on her face, the Yemen smiled faintly. Though she realized this wasn’t the time to smile, she meant it out of all good intentions. At that, the thought that the American might take it wrong left her with an verbal way of explaining the smile. Yet, when American's own thoughts and personal words escaped his lips and met her ears, all surpise changed to understanding.. To some level anyway.

    “I know what you mean.. I just got here and it’s seems just so.. Just so bland, in some terms. Though you are laid back, so you say, I tend to like to work beyond limits and this school already seems to fail at providing that.. I miss my old school.. The people there were so kind and actually were willing to make a friend.” Biting her tongue in her mouth for a moment at revealing that one fact, she talked quickly in her next statement, “You seem like a good person though! Trustable! Very much so!”

    The Yemen was stumped. She couldn’t black mail this student in any way! He was to nice and was already sharing information she could connect with! To Enmity, this was a huge plan changer.. But the idea still lingered and threatened to take all her new innocence away.

    That was pathetic, Enmity. Get a hold of yourself! At least try to look like you’re a good country!





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    Alfred blinked, his expression shifting to surprise. He didn't seem to understand how no one would want to be this girl's friend. Was there something about her he wasn't catching on to? If not, it didn't make sense that people would ignore someone as sweet and understanding as she seemed to be. As she complimented him, he was quiet a moment, staring thoughtfully at her.

    "Hm..." He hummed before a smirk found his lips. "I will be your friend." He stated, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. He had done it unconsciously, but a gentle expression how found its way to his face as he did so. "I am always happy to make new friends."



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    Post  Berwald Oxenstierna on May 4th 2012, 2:29 pm

    'Why! Why! Why!' Enmity yelled at herself silently while the American suddenly had reached forward and brushed her loose curl back. 'I need some tea before I have a heart attack or soemthing!'

    Instantly flustered at the American’s touch, a faint blush fought its way to the Yemen’s cheeks. The faint smile spread into a bigger one as a giggle escaped her. With all nervousness aside and suddenness, Enmity was stunned at his words. Though she’d read about people openly making friends, she had never thought it was that easy. It was why she quite to herself and took her chances at the cost of loneliness. If her boss hadn’t thrown a fit and sent her here for breaking rules, she would be still paying the price. Of course, deep down.. She was kind’ov glad that the boss made her go.

    “Really!!?? That would be so fantastic-” she began but shut her mouth quickly as she realized there was a huge enthusiasm tone locked into each word. “ahh.. I mean, cool! The more friends the merrier I think is what they say!”





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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on May 4th 2012, 7:56 pm

    The American found himself chuckling again when he saw how flustered she had become because of his touch. He seemed to be used to girls doing this, and it didn't bother him one bit. He had many friends, but he knew she was going to be fun to hang out with. He had already been enjoying her company so much.

    "Exactly," He began with a small nod. "Now, why don't you tell me a little more about yourself."



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    Post  Ivan Braginski on May 5th 2012, 7:30 pm

    "Yes my dear. a'I am quite sure we would be thrilled to get to know a new student."

    An icy calm voice spoke up from behind the American.

    The tall figure of the silvery haired Soviet stood casually under the frame of his open office door. His hands were clasped lightly behind him, and his head was tilted ever so slightly to the side. That light, casual smile was visible upon those pale features as he just watched the students with a feathery, yet otherwise impassive gaze.

    He seemed to have just... appeared... like a phantom out of the dark. How long had he been standing there...?

    "Can a'I help you, Miss Enmity?"



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    Post  Alfred F. Jones on May 5th 2012, 10:15 pm

    Chills as cold as the icy tone that spoke from behind him, broke out within the American's body. God Bless America...how long had the principal been standing there? With his body tense, he slowly glanced back over his shoulder and at Ivan. He had narrowed his eyes, showing the Russian he did not appreciate him sneaking up like that...or eavesdropping.

    Since he had spoken to Enmity, Alfred didn't say anything, but he continued to glare at Ivan...as if it were making him feel better by doing so.



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