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 Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 8:19 pm
Roleplay name: Gakuen Hetalia! Characters: All -tans! Just roll back the ages a bit! Time: Present Day, Alternate Universe! Brief Summary: It's a new school year beginning at Gakuen Hetalia, and some new students are arriving. Can they survive the trials and tribulations of the most feared gaunlent any have ever faced: high schoolA/N: Alright, all -tans are welcome, no matter what the CANON age is. By that, I mean, we're going to have teenage APPEARING -tans running around, with the knowledge and memories of the CANON -tans. They just appear younger, in this version of the universe.
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Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2010 8:53 pm
SCHOOL CLUBS You can be apart of any club you want {limit of 3 per character, we want them to do good on their school work too} and that club has no limit on members. Just specify which character you want to go where to me in a PM marked EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIESStudent Council: Elizabeta Héderváry Emir Metikoš Francis Bonnefoy Antonio Fernandez Carriedo Debate Team:Chess Club: Matthew Williams School Paper: Ludwig van Pelt Afonso Fernandes Pereira Kiku Honda Matthew Williams Science Club:Track and Field: Elizabeta Héderváry Alfred F. Jones Carlos Santiago Matthew Williams Art Club: Francis Bonnefoy Anikta Byrdland Wang Yao Swim Team: Heracles Karpusi Sadiq Adnan Gupta Muhammad Hassan Baseball Team:Football Team: Soccer Team: Alfred F. Jones Antonio Fernandez Carriedo Carlos Santiago Heracles Karpusi Afonso Fernandes Pereira Kiku Honda Lovino Vargas Sadiq Adnan Gupta Muhammad Hassan Wrestling Team: Sadiq Adnan Prom and Dance Committee: Elizabeta Héderváry Feliks Łukasiewicz Francis Bonnefoy Anikta Byrdland Year Book Committee: Ludwig van Pelt Anime Club: Kiku Honda Drama Club: Gupta Muhammad Hassan Wang Yao
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 2:14 pm
Anikta Byrdland // AntarcticaHello . . . my name is Anikta Byrdland . . . Though, where I am from, everyone calls me Antarctica . . .
A little girl, who could be little less than fourteen years old, stood on the steps of a massive institution. She wore a yellow ribbon in her hair, and wore the orange, red, and white uniform that other girls her age and a few years older girls were wearing.
Today is my first day of highschool . . .
Anikta sighed, heavily, a strong breeze flying past her, as well as other students.
I'm not looking forward to it . . . there are a lot of people here . . . but I am very small . . . I don't look like I belong here . . . I'm used to being alone . . .
Anikta took another step up the staircase in front of the school, and smiled, nervously.
"First day," she said, softly to herself. "Yay-yay!"Sadiq Adnan // TurkeyHey, what's up?
A taller, dark haired, dark eyed, tan skinned Senior boy dashed down the hall, laughing as a few of the other boys followed him.
My name is Sadiq Adnan. Senior. But, because of who I am, everyone calls me Turkey . . . Soon, I'll be Ottoman!
Sadiq rounded a corner and dashed into a bathroom, ready to begin his prank war on the entire school.
That means that this year, I'm in charge. Nobody but the teaches to tell me what's what. Just me . . .
Sadiq emptied a bag of water balloons into the sink, and began filling and tying them off.
This year, it's all. About. Me.
Sadiq filled his satchel with the round, wet rubber projectiles, and headed out, joining the crowd of students . . . headed for the balcony in the gym . . .
Nobody can tell me what to do!Gupta Muhammad HassanHello. My name is Gupta Muhammad Hassan.
Gupta was one of the few students who had already made it to his first hour class and was sitting quietly, reading. His usual dark hair was exposed, not under a headdress, as it usually was when he was at home. His yellow-gold eyes focused on the page.
I am a junior in high school.
He was also a little small for his age, which usually had people believing he was a year or two younger than he actually was. Gupta was short, for a boy, short for his age, and short for someone who had a black belt in Mauy Thai.
I am worried about my friends this year.
Gupta was notorious for being friends with fellow Junior, Heracles Karpusi, and also Sadiq Adnan. The kicker? Karpusi and Adnan HATED each other. Gupta sighed and closed his book, unable to concintrate.
I am afraid to chose . . .Heracles Karpusi // Greece. . . Hi . . .
The Junior boy was laying across his desk, very much asleep, or at least on his way there.
My name's Heracles Karpusi . . . um . . . Ancient Greece's son . . . Greece
Heracles was a Junior, and, despite the fact he was a straight B student, he was usually in the principles' office, getting paddled because he was caught sleeping in class again. After awhile, though, during his sophomore year, he realized that it didn't hurt so bad, and he started sleeping a whole lot more . . .
I hope this year is . . . uneventful . . .
And he did. Heracles was all for excitment, but, only necessary excitment . . .
Ludwig van Pelt // Germany
Hello. My name is Ludwig Rudolph van Pelt. I am a Senior in highschool. I am also called Germany
Ludwig was also one of the few students who didn't try to alter their uniform any. He wore it straight, perfectly ironed, and neat. Ludwig waited outside his first hour class, reading. He only looked up once to see a tiny girl drift near him. A freshman. He raised an eyebrow and she gave him a shy smile . . .
I hate rule breakers.
A Senior boy he recognized as being a bit of a sports nut raced past, accidently nudging the girl and she almost tumbled forward.
"Hey! Watch it!" Ludwig barked, catching the girl before she fell down. He glared at the boy, who had turned and was walking quickly backwards. Ludwig's look softened slightly, realizing what he was doing. He was making sure the girl was okay. "Slow down!"
"Sure! Sorry, babe!" The guy called, grinning. The little white haired girl looked flustered, having attention of not one, but TWO senior boys thrust upon her . . .
"Erm . . . byebye," she said, quickly, darting inside the class, past Ludwig.
The blond only watched her, sighed, and reopened his book.
My name is Ludwig . . . I am a Senior in highschool . . . I don't like rule breakers . . . I will be happy when I can go home . . .
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 7:30 pm
(Shamelessly stealing your format….)
Kiku Honda ~*~ Japan
Hajimemashite. ::bows:: My name is Kiku Honda.
The pale Asian nation was already in his class. He was beating the chalkboard erasers together, cause a white cloud of chalk dust to float out the open classroom window.
No, of course he wasn’t a suck up.
To most everyone else, I’m known as Japan.
Kiku finished with the erasers and shut the window, a white film still hazing the room. He looked down at his uniform and frowned. It was dirty.
I’m a Senior student, and a member of the school paper, soccer club, and anime club. I hope to graduate this year with top honors and go onto a prestigious college.
Licking his index and middle finger, he began to furiously rub the chalk dust from his sleeves. It wouldn’t do to make first impressions on their new teacher with a messy uniform. He idly wondered who would be in his homeroom this year. Hopefully someone interesting!
Though I have been working hard, I’d really like to have fun this year as well!
Emir Metikoš ~*~ Bosnia
What? Why are you looking at me? Oh. My name is Emir Metikoš. Otherwise known as Bosnia.
Bosnia tugged on the collar of his uniform. Summer had gone by so fast, and now it was the first day of his junior year in high school.
What do I hope to accomplish this year? Nothing. You mean I have to have an answer? Fine, then, I hope to be invited to every major party this year.
He was excited to see all his friends again, but not so much to see his teachers. He hadn’t even come close to completing all of his summer assignments, instead choosing to sleep and play outside all summer.
Tatjana? Yeah, she’s my girlfriend. Actually, we’re getting married once we graduate. Her idea, of course.
Adjusting the strap of his backpack on his shoulder, Emir walked into the school’s front doors.
He just had to face it. It was the beginning of another long school year.
Feliks Łukasiewicz ~*~ Poland
Oh my god, like, hi! I’m Feliks, but you can totally call me Poland.
The blonde teen smirked as he walked up the steps to the school.
I hope that this year is better than last year. I’m so super sick of that stupid Russia kid totally picking on my BFF, Liet.
Not only did he get that really cute backpack that he had been eyeing all summer, but he finally convinced the administration to issue him not only a boy’s uniform, but a girl’s uniform as well. Guess which one he chose for today?
Just because I talk like this, people think I’m, like, stupid or something. I’m not stupid! Your face is stupid.
His smirk widened as he felt the short skirt sway around his thighs. The school administration had no idea what was coming for them.
In all honesty, I’m excited for this year. I’m going to do everything I can to make this year the most super special awesome year ever!
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 8:29 pm
Francis Bonnefoy // France
Bonjour. Je m'appelle Francis Bonnefoy. Mais vous, mon cher, pouvez m'appeler la France.
The Frenchman sat in one of the many windows on the second floor of the school, eyes scanning over the students, new and old, spread out among the grounds and entering the school.
So many new faces. This year should be interesting...I am quite looking forward to it.
He allowed a small smile to grace his lips as a breeze rustled through his shoulder length blond hair, gently brushing over his neck and the slight bit of his chest visible due to a lack of the standard uniform tie.
I am a senior student in high school, and very fond of beautiful things, many of which seem to be attending my high school this year.
He slid gracefully from his place at the window, making his way down the hall in search of his fellow classmates.
Let the games begin, mes petites colombes (my little doves).
Alfred F. Jones // America
Yo! What's up people?!
A young man with short blond hair and glasses tugged on his usual bomber jacket over his school uniform, getting up from his seat in a local coffee shop, after getting his morning caffeine fix.
My name's Alfred, but you can call me America! I'm a junior in high school. It's the first day of a new year and I'm going to be late!
He ran from the coffee shop, snatching an oblivious man's toast and shoving it in his mouth as he did so.
I can't believe it! Mattie forgot to wake me up this morning! That's his job as a brother! A hero like me can't do his job if his sidekick doesn't do his!
He ran down the street towards the school at top speed, thankful for his participation on the track and soccer teams.
This year's gonna be awesome!
He made it to the front steps of the school, slightly winded, but smiling brightly and ready for anything.
"The hero has finally arrived!" He burst out excitedly, throwing open the front doors and making his way inside.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 8:34 pm
Elizabeta Héderváry: [Hungary]
Hello! My name is Elizabeta Héderváry.
Hungary walked through the front doors. She had a busy day ahead.
This year is going to be amazing. I'll work hard!
As part of the student council, she felt responsible for the well-being of the other students. At least for her fellow Juniors and below. She'd leave it to the seniors in the council to handle the other seniors.
It's going to be difficult to keep myself from being distracted, though.
In the hall, she spied a dark haired boy wearing glasses and her heart skipped a beat. She lost track of him in the crowd, and went to her first class, disappointed that she hadn't had the chance to speak with him.
Matthew Williams: [Canada]
Eh? I just told you a few seconds ago. I'm Matthew Williams.
Canada was feeling proud of himself. The Chess club's early morning meeting had just ended, and even though it had been close, he won the match against his opponent.
Hmm? Oh! This is Kumajiro. Please don't tell the teachers I brought him.
He slowly made his way to his first class, arms wrapped around his bag. He peeked inside and slipped some food into it for Kumajiro. Matthew couldn't bear to leave him at home.
I'm a junior. I hope more people will notice me this year.
Matthew was paying so much attention to the bear that he only narrowly avoided being mowed down by a senior running by. He reminded himself to pay attention on the rest of the way to class.
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Posted: Fri Apr 09, 2010 10:00 pm
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo / / Spain
Hola! My name is Antonio Fer- forget it, my name is pretty long.
Walking casually into the building, Antonio rubbed his eye with the back of his hand,
he hated getting up early in the morning, but at least he had a reason.
A lot of people refer to me as Spain, and only my brother, Afonso, is allowed to call me Tony.
Walking to his locker, he stuffed books in it, then took out the ones he would need for later.
Making sure his uniform was presentable,
he began to walk to the courtyard, where he would await a certain someone...
A Senior student, I am part of the Student Council, along with the soccer team. (It's fútbol, by the way..) I don't know if I plan to go to college though, still thinking about it.
Sitting down at the fountain, he looked up at the sky,
then closed his eyes, taking in the scenery,
which he really enjoyed.
I hope to have a great year, I'm sure it will be worth it!
Carlos Santiago / / Mexico
Qué tal? My name is Carlos Santiago, also known as Mexico.
Carlos slowly munched on his breakfast,
he completely ignored what time it was.
When he finally glanced up at the clock, he almost choked. Grabbed his bag and stuffing toast into his mouth,
he ran out of the house, still enough time to catch the bus.
I am a Junior, also, I am part of the soccer team and track and field, sports occupy a lot of my time. Oh! and naps! Hmm, I love my siestas under the palm tree..
Once arriving at the bus, he panted in attempt to catch his breath, then collapsed in one of the seats,
gaining an angry look from the bus driver.
I can't wait to see my friends again, especially Portugal.. and Alfred! Yup, I will definitely be 'borrowing' lunch money from him..
He jumped off the bus, then ran into the school halls,
making sure no one had seen him doing so,
not wanting to get a slip for running...
Aside from that, this year will be great, just have to stop being tardy....!
Lovino Vargas / / South Italy
Hmph. Ciao, my name is Lovino Vargas, I am South Italy, not North!
The Italian pouted as he walked the halls of the school,
he was here slightly earlier than planned,
wanting to get out of the house before his brother,
Feliciano did.
I am a Junior in high school, but because I am so short, a lot of people think I am a freshman... Idiots. I am pretty kickass at soccer by the way, just to warn you.
When he arrived to his locker,
he slowly took out books, then closed it,
only to spot a small card falling out.
He picked it up, then scoffed. It was from Antonio, or Spain.
Antonio. He is a big idiot, but a really nice guy. N-Not that I think that! Just, a lot of people think of him that way, damnit...
He blushed as he read the note, then stuffed it in his pocket,
then walked to the place that was indicated in the letter,
the fountain. He blushed more when he spotted Antonio,
and he spotted him, waving for him to come closer.
Lovino pouted cutely, then did so,
only to be greeted with a hug,
along with him yelling at the other to get off, even though he didn't really mind...
... I bet this year is going to be as bad as every other one. Can't wait till this is over... maybe.
Afonso Fernandes Pereira / / Portugal
Ah, Olá! My name is pretty long, like my older brother, so you can call me Afonso, or Portugal.
Afonso scurried out of the house, his twin brother, Antonio, had left earlier, taking about wanting to see 'Lovi'.
Not that Afonso minded, but,
it would be nice if his brother at least took him into consideration, Afonso had to wash his plate after he darted off..
I am a Senior, part of the soccer team, like my brother... Hm. I mentioned my brother a lot.. haven't I? I love him very much, but sometimes, I don't appreciate being in his shadow. I am a very passive person, but if you mistake me for him, or say anything that makes me feel like I am second to him, I'm gonna....
Once Afonso had arrived to the school,
he walked to grab his things, then headed to the gym,
taking his trusty soccer ball along. He looked around the corridors, where was Mexico...?
I hope this will be a good year, maybe now, I can finally break out of my shell, and be recognized as 'Afonso' or 'Portugal' instead of 'Spain's Canada' or 'Antonio's little brother.... We are 5 minutes apart, dammit!
Kicking the ball furiously, he scored a goal.
This was something he did when he was upset,
or just plain furious. Better than taking it out on people,
he liked to keep calm and cheerful around them,
but when it came to the soccer ball, he let all of his anger out.
... I'm sorry for my outburst, I know this year will be fun! ... Hopefully...
Wang Yao / / China
Ni Hao! my name is Wang Yao, also know as China, aru!
The long dark hair cascaded to the side as Yao tilted his head, trying to look at the picture he was painting from another perspective. He smiled, obviously content, then dipped his brush in the paint.
I am a Senior in high school, part of the Art and drama club. I love to paint, not so much draw. Japan and Korea are better when it comes to those 'anime' drawings... but I am much better with traditional, aru!
He was glad he came early, he had the art room all to himself, no one to interrupt his moment of sudden inspiration.
Aah, I hope this year will be great, if only my 'siblings' would look up to me as a brother...
His brushes became slower, his moment, lost. Sighing, he finished it off, not exactly as he would have liked it, but it turned out alright.
What does it matter, I will enjoy my year without them, aru!
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Posted: Sat Apr 10, 2010 11:48 pm
Elizabeta took a seat near the front of the class and took out the books. She hoped Francis would arrive soon. She was bored and wanted someone to talk to, but she also needed to talk to him about the council's plans and about what their theme for the prom should be. It was never too early to plan for prom, after all.
Matthew got to class without any other mishaps and took one of the middle seats, carefully setting his bag under the desk. He pet Kumajirou as he took out the supplies he needed. He frowned when he saw one of Alfred's textbooks in his bag and suddenly remembered.
Maple... he was supposed to wake Alfred up this morning, wasn't he? He'd completely forgotten to let Alfred know that he had to leave early for the chess club and couldn't act as his alarm clock. Oh, well. Hopefully his brother didn't end up late.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:07 am
Strolling down the hallways, in search of beauty and romance, France happened to come upon his classroom. It wasn't yet time for class to begin; the bell hadn't rung. Looking inside, he saw Elizabeta taking out her books, and decided it would be fine to come to class early afterall.
He walked up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and resting his chin on her head. "Bonjour. It has been much too long, don't you think, cheri?" He smiled. It was nice to be back in school.
America ran through the halls intent on one person and one person only. When he finally saw the door to his class he made his way over, but slid passed and hit a wall instead due to the speed he had been going at.
Recovering from his very literal confrontation with the school, he dashed back to the classroom door at a decidedly slower pace and pointed accusingly at the person inside. "You!" He shouted, panting and glaring at none other than his twin brother, Matthew Williams.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:18 am
"..."
The Italian remained unmoved, after Antonio decided to detach himself from Lovino, they stood there, facing one another in awkward silence. Antonio made no signs of moving, just staring with that idiotic smile on his face.
"Good morning, Lovi." the Spaniard finally said, making Lovino blush for no certain reason, maybe it was that smile...
~~
Afonso made another goal with the soccer ball, the sweat on his forehead collected in anger. Kicking the soccer ball with all of his might, he yelled as he did so, panting to catch his breath as it landing in the goal.
"Nice kick you got there, but don't break the wall."
Afonso turned around in surprise towards the door, only to spot Carlos, Mexico leaning against the door threshold, holding that smug smile that sent a shiver down Afonso's spine.
"Well, I have a lot on my mind right now." Afonso mumbled nervously, ruffling his hair to rid it of any sweat it collected. Carlos scoffed to himself, then walked closer towards his Portuguese friend, catching the soccer ball which came rolling back. Juggling the ball with his knees and 'mad soccer skills' as he put it, he stopped it with the tip of his foot, then smirked at the green-eyed boy next to him. Afonso returned the smile, less evil looking than his Mexican friend.
"Your on." Afonso mumbled as Carlos shot off, soccer ball in feet in the other direction, both to win the match, and to hide that blush he acquired at the sight of Afonso's smile...
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:25 am
Matthew winced when he heard his brother hit the wall, then frowned when he stormed in. "Sorry! I had a club meeting... I forgot to tell you."
Eliza smiled. She was used to France's touchy-feely behavior and didn't mind it as long as he kept his hands to himself. "Ah, Francis! Where is Antonio? Don't you two usually hang out before class? And yes it has. You didn't keep in touch over the break," she accused.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:39 am
Alfred winced, finally feeling the pain of his wall collision and rubbing at his head.
"You-You completely abandoned you own brother! For..for CHESS!" He whined out loudly, pouting and just knowing he probably had a bruise forming on his head right now.
France smiled, furrowing his brows and taking on a guilty look. "I must apologize, mon amour. I spent the break visiting my parents in France and it was quite difficult to keep in touch." He took a rose out, presenting it to her.
"However, now that I am here, I promise to make it up to you and all those I have neglected to show affection for while I was away...I would have done to with Antonio this morning however, I thought it best to leave him to his little Romano for now." He said with a wink. Why the Spaniard liked such an angry and violent boy, Francis would never know.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:40 am
China took the canvas off of it's stand, then placed it with the rest of his paintings, lining them up in which ever way he fancied.
"There we go, aru..." he whispered to himself, then looked around the empty art room, remembering the many times he had this room to himself, so peaceful, so calming..
"If only Nihon would come back and join me, aru.." remembering his Junior year, when he first met Japan, Kiku. Due to some... differences, they were practically enemies, silent, but clear..
"Ah, enough with these morbid thoughts, aru! Time to get to the drama club, aru!" Yao had remembered he was going to help the morning shift in the drama club, perhaps he could get a sneak peak as to what the next production would be, and perhaps snatch the leading role...
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:50 am
Eliza accepted the rose, and gently caressed the velvety petals. If only she could get gifts like these from Roderich... "Well, I guess I can forgive you for that, then. So are those two dating now?"
"I didn't mean to!" Matthew tried to reason with his brother, but realized it was no use. "I'm sorry. You might want to put ice on that," he said, looking at his brother's forehead.
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Posted: Sun Apr 11, 2010 12:57 am
Frowning slightly, Francis raised a finely shaped eyebrow in question. "Us two?" He asked, not sure who she meant exactly. He had just said that Antonio and Romano were together, didn't he?
America huffed, walking into the class and sitting on his brother's desk. "Is it really that bad? It hurts..." He said, wincing again as he continued to rub at it. Hold it in Alfred. You just have to wait until after school.
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