Post by Lorelai on Mar 29, 2010 12:01:17 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS Lorelai, I'M
eighteen YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST six YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
I've only REALLY rped on a single form and found myself getting bored with it. After discovering Hetalia a few weeks ago, I've been fangirling: collecting pictures/icons, reading up on my history, devoting myself to fanfiction, and generally going Hetalia crazy, last night I decided it was High time to start roleplaying again. For the past two hours or so I have been checking forms, getting interested, and learning most have shut down, luckily I discovered Hetalia High, and I hope to make it my new home. . HAVE I READ THE RULES? READ THE RULES
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE 250-600 MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
'IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!.... IT'S TIME TO GET UP!!!' Emerald sleep coated orbs sprang to life automatically at the cry of the evil alarm clock; Belgium groaned, reached for a forgotten pillow and slammed it over her head. The effort to silence the screaming alarm had failed. Unable to take noise any longer, Belgium acted like any mature woman would do and decided to silence the thing, forever. This was done by casually ripping the confounded contraption out of the electric socket and heaving it out the window. Which hopefully on it's decent towards the ground would hit Prussia, rendering him unconscious. Belgium was not in the mood for PE today, or ever for that matter.
After accomplishing her task, Belgium found she could no longer slip back into the world of sleep, besides from the overly animated cries of her stomach it was time for breakfast. Lifelessly making her way towards the kitchen, the blond haired youth decided on waffles and set out, gathering a bowl, wooden spoon, measuring cup, waffle iron, and all the ingredients she would need.
Belgium began the early morning ritual by rinsing off a few strawberries and pears. After she was sure they were all cleaned and free of any pesticides, she expertly sliced them up, set them in a bowl, added a bit of lemon juice so they wouldn't spoil, and placed them aside for later.
Belgium yawned, and used a napkin to wipe the sleep from her eyes. The next part of the process came so naturally to the girl, she barley remembered mixing the batter or cooking the waffle. All she knew, was in fifteen minutes she now sat comfortably at her table with steaming hot waffles decorated with confectionery sugar, strawberries, pears, whip cream, and chocolate sauce in front of her just waiting to be eaten.
Childish as it was, Belgium could not help but swipe a bit of whip cream before digging in. Tableware in hand the girl was quick to cut up the piping hot breakfast into bite size pieces and begin eating. The first bite was delicious, the second to die for, the third and forth just as good as the first two. She had to hand it to herself, she made the best waffles in the world. The variety of different flavors and textures came together amazingly in a combination none but she could master. The sweetness of the chocolate, was perfectly matched with the tartness of the fruit; the fluffy waffles brought out the different textures in the fruit. All in all, everything was perfect and Belgium couldn't have been more happy. Even if today was the first day of school.
After her belly was full, ingredients put away, and dishes done, Belgium pondered taking breakfast to Denmark and Norway. Knowing those two idiots, they hadn't eaten a decent meal since they last saw each other. Belgium sighed, how did those two manage to survive without her? She felt like the mother of the gang, always cleaning up their messes, feeding them, doing their laundry, bullying them to finish their homework. The image of the two boys always brought a small smile to her face, those two were helpless without her, but they were her boys.
So, after getting their breakfast together, taking care of her appearance, gathering her school supplies, Belgium set out into the crisp early morning air and proceeded to the arranged meeting spot of the Gang. As usual she was the last to arrive and like always Denmark made a snide comment, of course all was forgiven when the blond haired girl help up a container of waffles.
She'd always take care of them. After all, they were her boys.
I am pretty awesome after all so it's only natural that the world will be mine!