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![]() America skipped through the grassy field she was in, stopping to pick flowers ocassionally. Her long, golden curls flew behind her when she ran, and she giggled loudly, enjoying the feeling of the sun beating down on her and the way the grass tickled her bare ankles. She was completely free, unburdened and ignorant to the many people who were, even now, trying to claim her for their own. 9/09/2012 #1 |
![]() Meanwhile, the battle of who should claim America as their own finally ended, suprisingly with Spain as the victor. Finland was still happy, thanks to his optimistic attitude and personality. England was fuming, but he would get over it. France decided to conquer the unexplored land on top of America instead. Spain happily went to the grassy field where America was. "¡Hola, senorita! Como estas?" He cheerfully called out. (Translation- Hello, little miss! How are you?) 9/09/2012 #2 |
![]() America blinked and stopped running when she realized she was being spoken to, in a language that wasn't her own. She didn't know exactly what he had said, but from his friendly smile she assumed it was something nice, and that they were going to be friends. After all, if he was mean he would be acting mean, or frowning. It was a law, or something. "Hewwo!" She said, grinning widely, blonde hair falling into her eyes, chest rising and falling faster from the effort of her quickened breathing. 9/09/2012 #3 |
![]() His smile grew wider at America's. "I'm Spain! You are America, si?" He replied cheerfully. The girl was just so cuuuuuuuute to him. It took all of his willpower not to run in and glomp her. He did that with Roma, and Romano didn't like it. If America didn't like it, how would he earn her trust? "Do you have a home yet? If not, you can live with me! I have a boy your age named Romano who lives with me, too! You can be friends!" 9/09/2012 #4 |
![]() America nodded happily and hugged his leg, blue eyes sparkling with interest as she grinned up at him. Spain seemed nice, and she liked all nice people. Not to mention, she loved to make new friends, and there weren't any kids her age here, so it would be great to have someone to play with. "I've nevew wived in a house befowe. I'ww go wiff you!" 9/09/2012 #5 |
![]() (Timeskip to Spain's house?) 9/10/2012 #6 |
![]() (( Dah. Do us the honors? )) 9/10/2012 #7 |
![]() (( -poke?- )) 9/13/2012 #8 |
![]() (Stupid school.... Meanwhile, off to Spain's house!!!) xXx "Here it is!" Spain said cheerfully as they arrived at a brick house that wasn't the largest, but good sized. It was brownish red because of the bricks, and in the back there was a garden, consisting of mainly tomatoes. 9/14/2012 #9 |
![]() America stared at it, a bit wide eyed. "This is whewe you wive?" It's so biiiigg!" It was true, she had never seen a house that size before. Well, actually, she had never seen a house of any size before, but she didn't know they got /that/ big! "How do you keep fwom getting wost?" She said, glancing up at the Spaniard with curious blue eyes. 9/14/2012 #10 |
![]() "I've lived here almost my whole life. Some countries managed to conquer me, so I mobed in with them, but otherwise, I 've always lived here. It isn't that big inside, but Lovi gets lost sometimes." Antonio chuckled. 9/14/2012 #11 |
![]() "Wowww! Youw whowe wife? That's coow!" She giggled. "What's the othew boy who wives hewe wike? Is he nice wike you?" (( Sorry about the long wait. I don't know if you even want to do this anymore. OTL //shot for being a bad roleplayer and a horrible person. )) 12/25/2012 #12 |
![]() (It's fine. I honestly forgot about this XD *unshoots you… if it's possible*) ----- "Um… Not exactly, but he can be nice if you get on his good side. Give him tomatoes, and he'll think you're alright." 12/26/2012 #13 |
![]() She just stared at him, confused. "What's a toe...may...toe?" she asked. "Issit somethin' good?" 12/26/2012 #14 |
![]() "Sí! It's delicioso!" ----- (*no clue how to spell that in Spanish*) 12/27/2012 #15 |
![]() (( Me neither xD )) "Oh..." she giggled softly, smile returning. "Can I have one?" 12/27/2012 #16 |
![]() "Sí, of course you can have one! See the red fruits in the garden?" He pointed out the garden. "Those are tomatoes!" 12/27/2012 #17 |
![]() She giggled and skipped over to take two, slipping a spare into her pocket and turning the other around in her hand, admiring the texture and feel, before taking a bite. The action caused her whole face to light up. "Mmmm, these awe weawwy good!" 1/01 #18 |
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