Ryder frowned in annoyance. He didn't WANT to go outside. He was in the middle of his dinner! he glared at the wood counter top under his elbows, and tore a bite off his sandwich.

He quickly found the girl's mind, it was strange... otherworldly almost, easy to pick out from all the other humans. He frowned... Astro was there, along with someone he didn't know.

Ryder glared harder at the wood and thought into the girl's mind. "I don't want to come outside... I'm a little grumpy right now. Wait until I've eaten..." He withdrew his thoughts and huffed poutily. "Humans..." He mumbled through a mouthful of food. He rolled his eyes, and sighed.

((:D Alfred!

Yosh, the Allies are together again! Well, except for France.))

England rolled his eyes and pushed off of the wall he had been leaning on. "Look, girl," he spat contemptuously, "little smoke-and-mirror tricks like those don't work on me." he slipped a gloved hand into his pocket, and when he drew it out again there was a small piece of chalk balanced between his fingertips.

Astro giggled softly. "Step back, amateur. England's a REAL magician!"

"Hai hai, Astro-chan," England knelt on the rooftop and began drawing an intricate circle onto the flat concrete, paying close attention to the small details. He was finished with a few strokes of the chalk, which he placed back into his coat pocket, and rose to his feet again, holding his right hand over the circle.

"Exorior ex recedentia absentis terra parum everto, vos es accersitus!"

(("Come forth from far away lands little demon, you are summoned" in English. It's a Latin spell.))

"Tch," England spat. "No need to be too frightened, girl. It's no monster...it's a true demon."

First a head, then arms, then a body and legs rose from the circle, but the small figure could not be viewed because of the brilliant white light shining around it. Astro, who had the perfect view from his new place upon the power lines above them, gave a muted giggle and covered his mouth with his hands.

"England! You summoned Zeon!" the robot laughed as the light disappeared to reveal the summoned creature. Indeed, Zeon now stood before England, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently.

"Why on Earth did you summon me, Arthur Kirkland?!" he snapped. England gave a quiet sigh and stepped forward, resting his hand on the demon's head.

"Just to prove something," he spoke back. "Where is your damn human?"

Zeon pointed to a nearby building. "There. He's on his way over here now."

((marches in with his menacing red flag I'm joining again, England. Don't deny me or I'll nuke your capital.

Say "PrivEt" to the Kolhoz:

Sad Ivan // Moar Ivan Name: Ivan Braginsky, Most commonly called 'Russia' or (in the 1900s) The Soviet Union. Age: Mid to Late Twenties Gender: Male Race: Unknown also, but we can assume he and the others are human Abilities: Intimidation and persuasion. He carries around a detached sink pipe that he's very found of bruising people with. Weaponry: As one of the World's superpowers, he carries a rather huge arsenal of weapons... most notably: NUCLEAR WEAPONS. Personality: The Japanese would describe him as a "YANDERE" - a personality that is initially extremely loving and gentle, then at one point becomes deranged or psychotic, often brutally so. He has an obsessed love for Sunflowers and Vodka. Weakness: The Cold. You'd think that the coldest country on Earth would be used to it. Past: I'm Gonna Let Wikipedia explain it. TIME FOR HISTORY LESSON CHILDREN. To sum it up: He's a large nation who has been tortured with War since his childhood. Peace-keeper, Neutral, or War-maker?: Depends on whose side he's on. I'll keep him as an Allied Power and go Neutral... but he LIES. Other: If he asks you to "Become one with him", say "YES" or he'll kill you. :3

Might add China or S. Italy soon...))

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"Kolkolkol...."

A lowly chuckle pierced the scene; a laugh that sounded equally - if not more - unpleasant than the sound of nails on a chalkboard. An ill-attired foreigner arrived on the stage. He was rather tall - easily outmatching six feet; His hair was dusty blonde - almost silver - and his eyes lavender. But what was unusual about him was the attire he adorned himself with: he wore a thick, heavy khaki jacket with some sort of military badge attached to his breast. Around his neck was a scarf long enough to wrap three times around his waist, and in his thick-gloved hand was an aged bottle, a foul scent oozing from the sweet opaque liquid swirling in its bowels. The other was grasping what appeared to be a detached sink pipe. What was most frightening about said sink pipe was the aged tint of blood painted around its silver surface.

Surely, this could not be the source of the spine-chilling laugh earlier.

His lips graced a smile. "England-kun is performing his little magic show again?" Surely not. This voice seemed far too deceivingly sweet.

A slightly stunned England backed up against the wall he had been previously leaning against. His striking emerald eyes were wide, and his once unflinchingly stern face was now pale and ashy. He let his palms come to rest against the bricks behind him as his lips parted to speak.

"R-Russia," he breathed. "You startled me."

"Russia!" Astro chirped, leaping down from the power lines and landing on the tall nation's shoulders. "You almost gave poor England a heart attack!"

Zeon regarded Russia with a look of contempt, but he slowly nodded to himself...this could get ugly if Russia was provoked.

((That's up to you.))

The foreigner smiled affectionately at the robot perched on his shoulders. "I'm sorry, England... I assure you, that was not my intention."

His appearance was a contradiction in itself - his fingers strumming the sink pipe in his gloved fingers and his trademark, child-like smile; he looked so innocent, but the gleam in his dark blue eyes showed the true Russian bear hiding under the shell.

England smoothed his ruffled hair and gave a low sigh. "Looks like trouble...glad I summoned a worthy demon, Zeon." the demon smirked and turned to regard the wolf, scanning it over a few times.

"It will be no problem for me to defeat it if trouble should indeed arise," he spoke matter-of-factly. "Dufaux! Get over here!"

"Relax, Zeon," Dufaux spoke from behind England. "I've been here all along."

Zeon gave a quiet 'hmph' and stepped in front of England. "Hypocritical little she-witch, aren't you?" he spoke, his sickeningly smooth voice dripping with venom. "Fly away, little girl. You are no match for me."

"There's no way that wolf can defeat me..." Astro spoke matter-of-factly, taking his place beside the demon and his bookkeeper. "If Zeon should, unlikely as this scenario is, need help...I will fight to keep the peace. For I do fight to protect humans, after all..."

"Allies are a good thing to have," England rested his gloved hands on his hips and leaned forward teasingly. "It's a shame you don't have many more."

((Adding:

[IMG]http://i40.tinypic.com/zvcvb7.jpg[/IMG] Name: Wang Yao aka The People's Republic of China Age: Unknown Gender: Male Race: Assumed to be Human, but represents a Nation Abilities: Yao is a master of Martial Arts and a sharp mind at his arsenal. Weaponry: He carries no weapon, but he knows self defense. Personality: Yao, like his little brother, feels rather alien around his western allies. He always tries to settle disputes whenever possible, but more than anything, China wants more land. Weakness: Anything related to Hello Kitty... he's obsessed. Past: Wikipedia Now. Peace-keeper, Neutral, or War-maker?: Neutral Other: Not now.

I'll edit this later... but probably not tonight. It's Prom and I need to get in my dress soon xD This means that England will be gone as well.))

England rolled his eyes. "Poor Billy no-mates!" he said, his tone mockingly sympathetic. "Astro and I should've run away upon first sight of you, but who knew you'd be such a nosy parker! You have looked mighty po-faced ever since we saw ya! Maybe if you pluck up a little you'll make some friends!" he glanced over at Russia, his vivid emerald eyes burning with frustration. "I'm so pissed...! Does she expect us to treat here like Cinde-bloody-rella just cuz she's a manky freak?"

Astro laughed and looked up at Russia as well. "Isn't his British slang hilarious?"

Though the question itself was awkward, Ivan had to agree... Arthur's English was very different from the American-style English he had grown used to hearing over the years. Being a large nation, he spoke many tongues, but the British vocabulary often caught him off guard.

"What is going on here, Aru?" the third nation was hardly noticeable from behind his taller ally, but once stepping into the light, it was hard to ignore him.

Yao was a rather short, chocolate-brown haired man with a height that barely challenged Russia's shoulders. His uniform was likewise to England's, but the red patch around his right arm showed a formidable difference.

"China," the Soviet announced with his deceivingly innocent, but China did not seem as happy to see the Baltic country. Truth be told, the two of them had been going through turmoil... China was covered in scars and scratches that ran almost as deep as the giant scar Japan tattooed on his back: China was at civil war.

"Don't come to me about your complaining about being a freak, Aru. You have no idea what true pain is." China barked with his fingernails digging hard into the palms of his hands.

England laughed and blinked his viridian eyes innocently. "You were the one picking a fight, girly," his tone instantly changed as he spoke and all the fun vanished from his vivid gaze. "Lest you forget."

Astro laughed as well, then shot into the air and lit onto China's shoulders. "Let's just forget about that annoying little fly. I don't want any combat between world superpowers...so let's try to keep the peace, alright?"

Zeon crossed his arms and tapped his foot, unhappy that he may have lost a fight. Dufaux simply chuckled and sat beside his demon, resting a hand upon his silver hair and ruffling it slightly.

"Your only friend, Aru?" China beckoned the question with his left eyebrow slightly raised. "I suppose you will be blaming that fact on your wings too, Aru?"

"Da, I should think so," the taller nation gave the girl one of his trademark, charming smiles. "But, my dear Raina, you don't know the meaning of the world 'Lonely'."

England's vivid green eyes narrowed dangerously. "Russia," he spat, "has a very bloody, very lonely past. It is evident that you are not well-versed in history, are you?" he stepped forward slightly and rested a hand on his hip, fingering his belt as if feeling for a gun. "I suggest you kindly lower your voice, girl...I've just about had it...!"

"England, Aru," China pressed his palm against the Brit's shoulder blade, "this conversation is going in circles... I can already tell where this is going, Aru... and Russia-san... he doesn't need it."

Said nation was still standing behind China with a smile still gracing his ice cold features. To anyone (save Latvia), that smile would be worthy of passing off, but those who knew Ivan knew that the Baltic almost always smiled - the trick was knowing which smile matched which emotion. Yao, who had recently become rather close to Ivan in the recent months, already learned the facial twitches and different ways his eyes looked... to others, a facial twitch to unnoticeable, but to Yao, he could very well have been crying...

...and England was probably aware.

"England," the Soviet approached his ally's side, careful to keep his dark blue eyes locked on Angelfire and its comrade in case worse came to worse. Ivan tightened his grip on the neck of his sink pipe.

Indeed, the Englishman was well aware of Russia's ticks. He hadn't spent much time with the taller nation--after all, they were enemies before WWII. To Russia, England was just a pesky little nation that interfered in his plans to raid the south of Europe.

But England was no fool.

"Astro," he commanded. "Come here." the robot dutifully obeyed, keeping his brown eyes focused on the ground. The green-eyed nation gave Astro a stern nod, then turned his gaze on China. "I need a gun. Do you have one? I didn't expect I'd need any sort of weapon today."

"Astro," England commanded again. The robot didn't even wait for an answer. He engaged his rockets, leaping off of the rooftop and soaring after them. He gestured to Fang with a wave of his hand and a nod of his head, pleading for him to follow.

"Coward!" Zeon yelled. "Come back and fight!" Dufaux sighed and rubbed the back of his head.

England completely brushed the situation off, turning back to his allies and giving a small shrug of his shoulders. "Now then," he spoke calmly, lightly smiling to them both, "where were we?"

Little did the girl know it, but a pair of keen brown eyes had been watching her the entire time. Astro had perched himself in the thick green branches of a nearby tree, his chocolate-colored gaze watching her intently.

'It'll take a lot more than some feature changes to fool me...' he thought, mentally scoring himself a point. 'I'll just keep watch for now...but maybe I should get in closer some time to put a tracer on that dog...'

"Aiya..." the Asian nation snorted and placed his arms behind his neck. "This is getting us no where... if there's one thing I hate, it's a coward, Aru..."

The largest nation forced a laugh at this, seeing as China could be pretty cowardly at times... especially during WWII when Yao had to face his own flesh and blood - Honda - in combat. But he had to agree, this was going nowhere... and now that Astro took the initiative, there was no point in engaging himself. Russia was rather selfish, and much like his Asian neighbor, he was only in on things for protection or if something was in his favor. Obviously, this was not one of those situations.

So, as duty goes, the Baltic nation pulled a small flask out of the pocket of his unnecessarily large coat and took a swig of the sweet, bitter tasting liquid residing in the container. China cringed at the smell... he much preferred tea.

"What will you do now, England?" the Soviet questioned his ally with a smirk.

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((ooc - Ladies and Gentleman! The one! The Only! Obnoxious representation of S. Italy!

Picture of Romano being tackled by Spain: [IMG]http://i40.tinypic.com/18dbnb.jpg[/IMG] Name: Romano Vargas, 'South', or 'South Italy' Age: 22 Gender: Male Race: Unknown, but we can assume he and the others are human Abilities: Romano, much like his USELESS little brother, is also USELESS. But he has a big mouth, and is always ready to use it. Weaponry: Tomatoes and fake mustaches.... yes, I'm serious. Personality: Romano tends to make quite the first impression. The nation tends to be sure that any country he doesn't like knows that fact very clearly. He detests Germany, holds quite the grudge against Spain, and has a fear of France. Weakness: His pride... but he's also quite useless, so he probably won't try to provoke war. Past: When he was younger, his younger brother was taken away by Grandpa Rome to spend a few years with him. Thus Romano was forced to spend time with his big Brother Spain (who he detests). He and his brother were both picked on and kicked around by the other countries simply because Italia is VERY, VERY WEAK. Peace-keeper, Neutral, or War-maker?: Neutral. Other: He, like Russia, England and China, is from Axis Powers Hetalia. His favorite catch phrase it 'dammit' and he says it A LOT.

I'll be adding him next post.

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