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Post by Alice Kirkland on Feb 7, 2015 19:23:28 GMT
Alice Kirkland, better known as Nyo England, sat down at the empty table. Nobody was at the meeting yet. She relaxed her stiff position and sighed. "What to do...?" Suddenly, the door opened. Nyo England jumped and craned her neck to see who was there. "Who is it?"
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Post by denmark on Feb 7, 2015 22:54:21 GMT
A sigh escaped from the mouth of the tall Dane, his shoulders slumping down. It was another world meeting. Perhaps the only upside to those was the chance to catch up with some of the other nations, especially the ones he didn't meet with frequently. Mathias was definitely a people person, always sharing a laugh or drink with the rest of the Nordics or one of his citizens, but being a nation didn't leave much time for friendships now days. It was all meetings and paperwork, stacks of paperwork. What even was the purpose of the world meeting! What actually got done there?
A hand brushed over his golden locks, sweeping them back into a slightly more orderly fashion. He didn't often use gel on his spiky hair, but it was seen as professional to do so. Wrapped around his neck loosely, was a dark black tie, partially tucked below his thick coat. The harsh winters of Scandinavia had made thick clothing necessary, specifically in the middle of the winters. It had been less cold than standard this year, global warming and all that. Denmark had a feeling that would be discussed heavily at today's meeting, as usual. As much as he adored his buddy Alfred, Mathias couldn't help but snicker at some of his juvenile-sounded schemes, as fun as they were to preform. Lukas insisted that the Dane, as well as Gilbert, weren't much better then Alfred when it came to their humours. It wouldn't be uncommon for the 'Awesome Trio' to be sniggering at a prank or something, often to the dismay of the rest of the nations. Mathias had clear memory of one too many times their trio wrecked havoc while under the influence, and had much more scars from tie-chokes, frying pans, and pipes than he'd care to admit.
Mathias put his hand too the door, twisted the handle. AS the tall blonde entered the room through the ajar doorway he noticed something peculiar, everyone was absent. Quite odd, for n event of this caliber. Well, everyone save for a young blonde woman, with long pigtails pointing from the sides of her head, glasses pressed over her head. It was Alice, England's female representative. "Hej!", Mathias introduced, a large smile over his face as he neared the Brit. "It's really weird you know, where is everyone", Mathias pondered out loud.
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Post by Alice Kirkland on Feb 8, 2015 4:09:11 GMT
"To be honest, I don't know," Alice said. She sighed. "How are you doing, Mathias?" Alice looked around and noticed a tray of scones. She ran over to them and stuffed a few in her mouth. "Er—sorry," she said after swallowing. "It must be rude to ask a question and then walk off. So, how's life treating you?"
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Post by Åland Islands on Mar 21, 2015 14:11:26 GMT
Confusion ran through the lady, representing the Åland Islands, She was new to this sort of thing and didnt know where the main conference room was. She raised her eyebrow and looked around trying to find directions or something like that, until she heard two voices coming from the hallways, one of a danish man and a young lady. She followed the voice cautiously and peeked in through the door to see two people, voices sounding the same as the ones she heard. She fixed her skirt and jumper before walking in to the room. "Uh, hello? Sorry if im intruding anything" She stood straight looking at the two people, seeing as they were the only ones in the room.
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Post by Alice Kirkland on Mar 28, 2015 2:32:03 GMT
"Oh!" Alice turned around. "Hello. You're not interrupting anything. Er…come in."
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Post by Åland Islands on Mar 28, 2015 15:13:43 GMT
She began to stand up straight and smiles softly "Thank you. Its nice to meet you, I'm Åland Islands, but just call me Åland" She held her hand to the blonde female, giving her a warm smile, for someone who is so shy.
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Post by Alice Kirkland on Mar 29, 2015 23:06:08 GMT
Alice accepted the handshake. "H, Åland. I'm known as Nyo England-er, don't ask-but you can just call me by my human name. Alice."
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Post by Åland Islands on Mar 31, 2015 7:09:54 GMT
Her eyes opened a little more when the handshake was accepted. She had heard of the Nyo- characters before, but she had never actually seen one. "Oh, Nice to meet you Alice..You can call me Giovenne if you'd like." Åland was never used to giving her name out to people, but in this case it was necessary. And nice to say the least.
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Post by Alice Kirkland on Mar 31, 2015 20:37:42 GMT
Alice smiled. "The meeting hasn't started yet, it seems. I wonder…has anything happened at your place?"
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Post by Åland Islands on Apr 1, 2015 7:32:26 GMT
"My place? Erm..not much really.." Ålands country wad usually okay, there wasn't much wrong..except for the occasionally murder. Åland takes after Finland..as in..killing. Though she doesn't usually express it, it happens.
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