Post by Izel on Apr 1, 2010 23:03:59 GMT -5
● THE USER OF THIS DELICIOUS CHARACTER IS Izel, I'M
seventeen YEARS YOUNG, AND HAVE BEEN STRUTTING MY STUFF FOR
THE LAST (around) three YEARS. I JOINED THIS COOL SITE BECAUSE
I effing LOVE Hetalia, and was in the mood for some high school!AU type rp while cruising around the Hetalia File Archive, and I found this place. . HAVE I READ THE RULES? READ THE RULES NO CHEATING
YEAH I HAVE! USUALLY I POST AROUND THE er...400? But I can make it much more MARK.
OH AND HERE'S A SAMPLE:
"Godverdomme..."
Feet kicked up on the dinky metal table, which was all the school 'apparently' could afford, radiating soreness in the very atmostphere. A groan was heard from the person that those feet connected to, and lab-coat sleeve covered arms stretched out in ache. The slightly blond and slightly brunette doctor -not nurse- was completely exhausted from the constant to and forths that had been present that day. Apparently some kids thought it would be 'cool' to see who would be able to jump the farthest off of the brick wall located around the entrance. Well, Holland certainly didn't think it cool after he wasted nearly all of his bandages, dressings, ointments, and aspirins. Those supplies could have been used for people who actually needed it! Not those eikels.
But, that was life in high school, and the Dutch man just thanked those non-existant gods that he wasn't the art teacher. Now that got ugly, as well as expensive. He scoffed, thinking of his current position. The blond had never wanted to be a doctor, much less a school doctor -what a joke-, but in his situation that was all he was going to get. Really, Holland thought as he crossed his well-toned arms behind his head, leaning back further, he had just wanted to be a Voetbal player. Yeah, he didn't even want to aim as high as Ajax or PSV, he just wanted to be on his favorite team Roda JC.
That was the past though, he had come to accept that Voetbal would just be simple hobby of his, and the doctor job would pay the bills. It wasn't all bad really, some kids here and there were nice, like Canada for instance. And he could bully his cute little sister Belgium whenever he wanted. The only pain was having to see Spain all the time. And constantly having to be mistaken as Germany. It was that guys fault everyone now called him Holland. Heck even he now referred to himself as Holland. These things stick... Though, when it came down to it all, the best advantage of this job was the private room he got.
And the access to certain... 'medicines'.
"Not so bad, Nederland, not so bad." He emitted through a puff of delightful smoke.
*Godverdomme=Goddamn
eikels=Dickheads
Voetbal=European Football
