Tokara

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

I haven't had roast beef for a while... I had salted caramel glazed pork on father's day. So good. :O

Alrighty! I usually head to bed at about 11-12pm, as it is holidays now. I am GMT+2, so basically two hours ahead of London.

TMD. You should not have told me this. Now I am going to be wondering. D< But I like hints despite this... xD

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Me too. Roast pork or beef or lamb... mmm.

Damnit. I'm usually asleep then. What time do you usually go to bed? Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night (when it's raining - tin roof!) and post in the hope you might be on.

Oh my gosh. Someone's going to die, aren't they? Or will it be a nuclear explosion?

Or...

Is Copenhagen going to be forced into being sober? D:

Copen: NO AHHHHH-!

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Well, I guess there's Braai (aka Barbecue) Day. xD But it isn't a whole get together, and I don't believe we have ever celebrated it. We do have roasts and such sometimes, though. Now that is yummeh.

Have fun among the busy-ness of it all! :D I hope it's not too hectic. :)

Oh my gosh, now you have me even more excited. :o You always have these great ideas...

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

It sounds like fun - we don't have a day like that. x3

Yay! Can't wait to really get into this RP. :D

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Alright. xD Thanks for letting me know haha.

Are you guys in the USA going to be away for tomorrow?

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Glad to see you here, ND! :D

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Denmark straightened up as America spoke his greeting in the meeting room. She gathered her manners, and turned around to see him quite near to Iceland and herself. The USA. "Hej," she greeted him with a polite smile. "It is colder than usual in autumn, but then you shouldn't come back in the winter, no?" Small talk. She could usually make some. That was what happened when you were such an old country. "Hej," she replied to Russia. That cunning old bear, whose eyes you could never trust. And again, "Hej Germany." She greeted her fellow Germanic country more warmly than the others (apart from Iceland). He was the large country she felt closest to, although he had grown colder again over the past few years. She thought it was the conflict he was trying to prevent. If he said he was still going to stay neutral, then she could as well. Any decision he made usually influenced her. Finally, South Italy arrived. She didn't even greet anyone. Well, she did look rather cold - it was a very different environment here. It wasn't unusual for her to get huffy over small things.

She turned toward Iceland, feeling her chest constrict at how he had moved away from her. It was silly, she knew, but it was like he was already disappointed in her. "Well, Portugal was definitely supposed to come. Oh, and I think Britain too." She glanced about at the faces and checked her watch. "it is supposed to start in four minutes - they have some time." That said, she took her Skyr, smiled at America once more, and headed down to her important place at the head of the table.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Denmark felt a bit of reassurance from his words - at least she didn't have to worry about aggression from him. But she shook her head, also lowering her cup. She leaned in a bit closer, glancing to the door. Germany was still sensitive about this topic after all this time, and she didn't want to upset him. "It may have been fine for you, but it wasn't for me," she murmured. "In World War 2, I was occupied despite being neutral. My people suffered, and many died just because of who they were. The wounds have healed, but the scars still remind me." Her grip tightened, and the plastic cup crinkled loudly. "They ignored the fact that I was neutral, and they occupied me - I wasn't strong enough to hold them off. He treated me better than the others, but I was still imprisoned." She remembered working as an unpaid maid, watching Germany from the sidelines as he rose and fell. "I have to find out what Sweden and Germany are up to. I'm on the mainland - you're an island. You have much land compared to me. It's different for you," she finished. Holding up the spoon again, she ate a bit more of the cheese. "I will need help if I am attacked."

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Denmark blinked bemusedly at his rather full backpack. Iceland was always prepared when it came to meetings and food. Oh, he had some of that yummy cheese stuff! When he held one out to her, she grinned again and took it. "Tak," she said politely. "My favourite, too! You remembered." Quite pleased, she unwrapped it partially and took a bite. Mmm. Much nicer than some of the other weird food that Iceland occasionally ate. "I wonder when the other nations will join us... We need to speak with Sweden and find out what side he is joining. As the countries making up Scandinavia, we need to be aware of one another." She looked up at him expectantly, taking another bite of the flavourful cheese.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Denmark's hands found no rustling packets, much to her disappointment. Ah, well. They would just have to buy their own food afterwards. She heard Iceland's voice suddenly speak on the other side of the table, and a smile wormed its way onto her previously worried face. Iceland was always good to have around, and wasn't too aggressive. She suddenly popped up with a loud, "Hej!" not considering the possibility of scaring him. With a wide grin, she rounded the edge of the table and came close to him. She leaned forward to kiss his cheek in greeting and clasped her hands together in front of her. "You are the first to arrive here, apart from me. Unusual, no?" She laughed, but not nastily, her accent coming through with her words. "I understand why, though. Today will be... Important. Come, take off your bag."