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Oct 29, 2012 04:15PM
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Ireland quickly ran into the classroom and then saw another country. "Hi there!" She said in a really chipper voice.((If you don't mind rping with me lol :)))
((YAY)) The door slammed open, startling the two nations. Poland strutted into the classroom, as if he owned the world. He was wearing a sky blue sweater and a lime green skirt that didn't leave much for imagination. "Like hey guys!" he practically yelled, "look at my totally cute skirt!" He twirled around in a little circle. "Doesn't it like totally bring out my eyes!" The blonde pushed away his hair to let everyone get a better look at his eyes.
Ireland jumped a little at Poland's sudden entrance. "Uh, hi Poland!" She said happily. "That is a cute skirt, and it does bring out your eyes!" She told him.
Feeling a bit of symphony for the snowy island, Poland sat on top of her desk swung his legs idly. "Whats up hon, you can like tell me anything"
"he is like Dane always watching over me over protecting me god it'sLike I can't get a break" *looks at polands outfit* "but that does look good on u pol"
Poland's smile widened at the complement. "I don't think there is anything I can like do about your family. Maybe you should like talk to them about it."((can you tell I suck at giving advice))
Ireland awkwardly sat where she was and watched them. "Hey, Poland." she started and then waited for him to respond
Ireland looked surprised at Greenland. "For what?" she looked around. "I was just gonna ask if Poland wanted some whiskey."
Loud banging could be heard from outside the room followed my yelling. Poland glanced at the door but instead of doing anything, he just played with the hem of his sweater
More yelling could be heard outside. Suddenly the shouting stopped and everything was quiet for a second. Only the sound of munching could be heard. Poland stared intently at his last chocolate covered stick. "I like wonder who was so-"The door slammed open again to find an Italian cussing profoundly in his native language
"Well, that's France for ya." Ireland said before taking a flask out of her jacket pocket and taking a drink. "Oh wow."
Ireland looked at the fighting countries. "Guys, please don't fight." She said with a slightly worried look on her face.


