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Post by Laramie L. Williams on Feb 9, 2012 19:12:57 GMT -5
Taking a deep breath, Ottawa entered the room and gave a small smile. "M-my name is Laramie...i-it's nice to meet you all."
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Post by Vash Zwingli on Apr 10, 2012 23:34:01 GMT -5
Switzerland glanced towards the newcomer. He hadn't heard Laramie the first time, mostly because he spoke so softly. Prussia's loud voice didn't help it any either...
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 6, 2012 21:09:11 GMT -5
"Of course the Awesome Me isn't difficult to ignore," prussia then went on like he was stating a known fact, "The Awesome Me is impossible to ignore!! Especially v'ith so many of ze schone madchens in the room. V'hy else do you think dat I get hit all the time. Not because my Awesomeness v'as ignored~" Prussia said grinning.
"Laramie? Matthew's bruder, ja? You do look like him."
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Post by Laramie L. Williams on Jun 6, 2012 22:00:37 GMT -5
Monsieur Switzerland and Prussia seemed to be the only ones besides Noelle to notice Laramie at the moment. Not wanting to interupt anything, he nodded and waited patiently as he always did.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Aug 24, 2012 10:59:11 GMT -5
"Hoy, mi amigos!" Spain hollered as he marched back into the room, his usual sunny self again. "Does anyone have an icepack or something cold? Haha..." He tried to ask over the noise. His "usual sunny self" was covered in bruises and a few cuts from falling down the stairs. Drunk. Holding a very fragile wine glass, and God-knows-how-many wine bottles.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 26, 2012 0:58:00 GMT -5
"V'ere have z'ou been meine Tomaten Freund! Did v'ou and ze Englisch Affen get into ze fight 'gain? Kesese, My Awesomeness hates to see v'hat he looks like!! ;D *thumbs up* " As he talked Prussia went up and put him into an head-lock, teasing his friend a bit before letting him go again. Already having an good idea of what happened, and what might have caused his binge. Covering his own worry about his friend in snarky remarks.
* my tomato friend ** English monkey
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Aug 27, 2012 4:48:36 GMT -5
;D "¡eh!" Spain could always count on his 'Awesome Amigo' to cheer him up. Hey, even the sunniest of countries have rainy days. "Maybe I got in a fight with Las cejas, or maybe i just fell down the stairs que tonta! Either way, you still need to help me clean up! Hahaha- ay..." (一。一;;)"Amigo... could you get me some ice? Hehehe..."
Spain made a mental note: Never try to push England down the stairs when drunk. Eyebrows is good at dodging, and being drunk does not keep one from bruising. Also, broken glass hurts a lot.
*Eyebrows **You dummy!
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Aug 28, 2012 16:23:16 GMT -5
"Ja, ja. See! Z'at is v'hy v'e drink together--" Prussia started saying while leaving the room, only coming back in with an bag of ice, tossing it to Spain, and continuing, "France v'ould of fallen too. Z'hen he could'of broken your fall v'ith his "'air" heh >D " He finished while grinning at his friend, also trying to do his best 'French accent' for the last word.
* Yea, yea
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Post by Laramie L. Williams on Aug 30, 2012 3:02:00 GMT -5
Laramie did his best to cover a small laugh at Prussia's attempt at imitating France's accent. "Papa Francis wouldn't like it, but his 'air certainly is soft enough, oui? ^^;"
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Aug 31, 2012 0:26:16 GMT -5
"Si! Hey Laramie, want to know a funny story about his hair? When the Gilbert and I were niños, We thought that Francis was a niña! Yeah, he even wore a dress!" *laughing super hard*
*Yes **Little Kids (Boys) ***Little Girls
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 6, 2012 9:17:27 GMT -5
"JA! He even talked and acted like a kleines Mädchen~" Prussia said laughing loudly, then remembering something else and quieting down a little. "Come to think, Kamerad. V'hen v'e v'ould play an fighting game, slay the dragon or v'hatever, France v'as all v'ays ze girl v'e had to save... and he did know all about ze Fairytales." ( ̄□ ̄;)
*little girl **comrade/buddy/(friend)
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Post by Laramie L. Williams on Sept 8, 2012 21:37:19 GMT -5
Remembering a certain incident, one involving dresses, Ottawa was quiet again. (.___ . Hugging his stuffed polar bear once more, he sat down.
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Post by Maria Beilschmidt on Sept 12, 2012 18:51:28 GMT -5
(gosh, it's been so empty *laughs* xD;; )
Maria stood in the doorway and leaned against the frame, overlooking the boys in the middle of their conversation. She was there for two reasons. To make sure that nothing stupid happened, mostly under the brilliant ideas of her brother. And two, where else was she going to go at the moment? Everyone else was either missing or in the world conference room.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Sept 14, 2012 2:02:33 GMT -5
Feeling much better, (physically and emotionally) Spain checks to see if anything else is happening. Standing in the doorway, he could see Berlin watching them with a serious stare.
"Hola Senorita Maria!" \(^▽^ )
((I know right? That's why I check back often. I wanna keep this place a-goin'! Makes me happy.))
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Sept 14, 2012 10:30:37 GMT -5
Hearing his sister's name being called Prussia turned away from, poor, Laramie to see her in the doorway.
"Kesesese~ Can't stand to be away from our Awesome selves, ja Schwester?" He teased with a grin on his face. Though he wouldn't admit it he missed hearing her around and even yelling at him.
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