Tokara

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Thank you very much for giving me the reins, TMD. I'm really sorry to hear about your grandfather. :c

The RP is moving very slowly, and it's going to be even moreso without TMD. I really think that we should move it to DCF, and use the same plot in Freeform or Other RPs (with all credit to TMD, of course). TMD, would you be alright with this?

Of course, I need the okay from you guys - ND, pudding and Nere. I know that all of us except for Nere (I think?) have accounts there. Those of us with accounts here also have far more contacts there to ask to join, and Freeform is a super busy hub of activity. With some work, we could succeed.

What are the opinions on this?

Alternatively, we could do another Interest Check and try to gather more people from.here and DCF. That would make it easier for TMD to slip back in if she ever wanted to.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Denmark dipped her head politely, although she felt differently. China's decision to not partake in the meeting meant that she had missed out on what other countries were thinking. She wouldn't ever miss one unless it was absolutely impossible to attend. The Dane was surprised by the sudden, intimate contact - she did not usually even speak with China, apart from discussing trade. Her blue eyes widened. Was... China flirting with her? With a nervous smile, she reached up to remove the woman's hand and gently lowered it. "Right," she said, letting go of her. Something wasn't quite right with her. Maybe it was the beer. Suddenly, China was shouting across to England. That wasn't going to go down well...

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

France rolled his eyes moodily, and took the rose out from between his teeth."I will be finding la toilette," je announced, putting it back behind his ear and then taking another swig of wine. Turning about, he stumbled down a corridor. One hand rested on the wall next to him, helping in keeping him upright. He did indeed come across a toilet, right next to the main bedroom. He placed his wine bottle on the ground before taking bar of business. It was after he was finished that a terrible nausea took over his body. Retching, the French man was suddenly throwing up alcohol. He rose from being bent over, a hand sliding over his forehead and back over his hair. "I do not feel so good!" He announced into the hallwayy, not bothering to flush. France made his way into the bedroom, vision going in and out of focus. It was then that he passed out, dramatically spread-eagled over the entire bed.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

France isn't that stupid. I don't think he'll try anything. xD
If Copenhagen were there, on the other hand...

You know what? Germany is going to find France sprawled across his bed, after having been sick in his toilet. > D

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

France raised his eyebrows at her, running his tongue along his top lips. He had a low alcohol tolerance, due to only really having a glass or two of wine on regular nights. He was sophisticated. He did not usually allow himself to get like this - but it was fun. "I cannot 'elp your beyootiful leeps," he said, waving a hand about in the air. Then, he drunkly took his rose from behind his ear and slipped it between his teeth. He winked at her, and then rose to his feet. Stumbling forward, he barely got his balance and giggled. "I em drunk, I theenk," he admitted.

Denmark had to swivel her barstool a bit in order to see who had touched her - but the voice instantly gave her away. It was very recognisable. "Hej, China," the Nordic nation greeted her, a bit puzzled by her sudden appearance. "Of course, take a seat...en øl til hende, tak." The last part was spoken to the bartender, who nodded and immediately got himself busy pouring her a beer. She returned to China again, noticing the way in which she had dressed and spoken. It was sort of... flirty. Hrm. Maybe she would be trying to build up alliances today. "Why were you not in the meeting?" She asked over the top of her beer.

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Your wish is my command~ :D

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

((~ TIMESKEEEEEP! ~))

Finally, the trio were inside Germany's house. And they hadn't hesitated in helping themselves to his liquor cabinet. He did have a rather nice home, France thought to himself as he sipped at a bottle of wine he had found tucked away. There was far more beer than other liquor here. He had started with a few beers, but had moved on quickly when he found the bottle... Hrm. Feeling silly and happy and generally a bit drunk, he looked at the label. That was quite old... "Thees wasss a good ideaa," he commented to his friends, slurring a bit. His eyes focused on Spain's lips... She wouldn't mind a little kiss and grope, would she? Non...

Denmark had led her small group into the bar at the end of the street. She was sitting on a barstool, large glass of Danish beer in her hand. She had a rather high alcohol tolerance - she had developed it as her people had swigged mead in her Viking days. Beer made one feel warm and buzzy on those cold, cold days. She crossed her legs, sipped from the edge, and glanced over her shoulder at the bartender. "There may be some... Antics tonight," she mentioned quietly in Danish. He nodded. He had hosted a group of countries before, many years ago. Now he was older, his hair white. Humans really did age...

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Hrm. I guess that she would. ;3

Skip to them being inside Germany's house?

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Oh - a skip to them being already inside Germany's house?

The Rains of Castamere | Hetalia [Always Accepting!]

Prank between Prussia and France to Spain needs to happen.

I was thinking of them gently moving her onto the seat and hiding somewhere else in the cabin before their stop, but hoping it would make her think they left her behind. xD

Or rolling her off their laps and onto the floor to wake her up...