Tokara

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

"OWW! MERDE!" shrieked France, swiping his poor, designer-clad feet out of the way of any further assault. "Now, ZHAT was unnecessary!" He glared down at the small woman. He was used to much worse pain, but his toes really were aching now. His dark eyes, usually soft and romantic, had become hardened. Oh, this was the look of a mad Frenchman. And this Frenchman had no qualms about revenge. He glanced up at the people surrounding them, who were slowly starting to look away. Breathing in slowly, in and out, he composes himself and looked to Prussia. "I was seemply teasing you," he huffed haughtily. "You two are my friends. I would not want to leave you behind. I cannot help me urge to taunt." He waved a hand (rather Frenchly), and rifled in his pockets for a cigarette. He took out a slim box, only to be met by glares. Aha. There was the No Smoking sign. With a dramatic sigh, he put his addiction back into his pocket, and looked back at Prussia. He smirked at him, eyes going down to the resting Spain and back up to him. He mouthed, "Prank." Come on. They had to do something about her!

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Yes please. :D

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

France turned around to see where Prussia had gotten himself to. And there he was, trying to get onto the train. He couldn't help his usual smirk-smile hybrid slipping its way onto his lips. His friend was having some trouble getting in, due to all the people with the same goal. Then, his strategy changed, and startled people shrieked as they were shoved aside. He blinked at him, then snorted. "You are determined to keep up with us, oui?" he commented, taking a seat in preparation for Spain possibly crashing on him. "C'est the next stop nearest to Germany's house. In other words, c'est four stops on from now, if the vendor was correct..."

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

I wanted to post after Demon has as Spain, but I will just go ahead if she hasn't by the time I have finished my movie.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

France tossed his head at her retort. "I do not see what zhe probleem is with zhat," he declared. He liked to be noticed. Besides, strippers were usually quite beautiful in their own way, no? He had no problem with what they did. He actually enjoyed their talents... Suddenly, there was someone grabbing at his sleeve - the Spaniard. He blinked down at her, before nodding and overdramatically placing a hand at the small of her back - then walking forward. "Zhere is a fatigued lady coming through!" he announced haughtily. Bemused and confused Danes looked over at the tall man escorting a short woman into a train. This was certainly unusual, but not too much so that they shrugged to themselves and continued to board. "Well, zhat was quicker than normal," he commented to her, smirking as they entered.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Denmark can be randomly paired. :)

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

France shook his head firmly. "Non, do not worry about zhat," he insisted, handing the other one to Spain. "Eet is on me, as you are getting us in." He winked at his friend again, and walked toward the machines that would scan his ticket and let him through. He slipped through the small opening and collected the printed ticket on tje other side. People dressed in work clothes were coming off the newly arrived train, and many more were waiting to board - Copenhagen was the biggest city in Denmark, and so many were employed there. "Do not get lost among these people, my conquistador! We will never find you otherwise," he said cheekily over his shoulder.

((I have never been on a train, so I'm using the system for the tube I've read about and seen in movies. x3 Then again, things would be updated in 30 years anyway, no?))

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Denmark felt quite pleased that at least Iceland would be coming along for drinks. So he wouldn't take aid, but he would socialise. That was okay. She nodded as England made an excuse - she didn't take her for a drinking and hanging out sort of type. But then, surprisingly, Iceland darted forward. She knew that the two didn't really like each other, but it seemed that Iceland wanted to fix their relationship. Maybe it was the magic of her peaceful city of Copenhagen... Even Russia had come to join them. He did scare her a bit, with his height and unpredictability. But she smiled to herself, turning in the direction of The Longboat. "Of course you may join us! Let us go," she said, beginning to walk down the dark road.

France frowned again, his mouth turning down in a crescent. He knew Prussia. He knew how he deflected attention from himself. Simply looking at Spain, he just watched as she hurried forward. He doubted it was just an issue of not eating enough. It could also be the fact that he wasn't a country anymore. Sighing, he daintily jogged to the ticket office. He was willing to pay, as he knew the other two weren't as well-off as he. A minute later, he held in his hand three tickets. "Come, let us go, mes amis," he declared, holding theirs out to him. "Time to crash at the German's place!"

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

England + France = Hilarity ensuing. |D

I think that Denmark would remain neutral until Germany gets dragged into it - then she would have to think over things. France would find it difficult, but would probably side with England in the end.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

France led his friends, steered them left when they came to an intersection. Not long to go now. He smirked at Spain's complaints and raised his eyebrows. "Mais, c'est cold, non? There is no need for a siesta," he reasoned smoothly. No wonder she had gotten into such economic trouble a short while back. It wasn't productive to waste away the day. His people knew how to use a work day so that they didn't need to put in so many hours. Anyway. "I do not mind being your pillow, my leetle conquistador. I am sure that Pruss would not mind either - you are not a big bother," he said lightheartedly. "Although, perhaps I would be preferred, as Pruss is looking a bit bony..." He frowned, taking in the diminished appearance of his friend for the first time. He was different from a couple of weeks back. "Pruss? Ees your health alright?"