Ghostly Masquerade Role Play- ON HOLD

[Russia]

Dear our fellow nations,
We (mostly me Alfred) have decided to hold a convention in XXXXX, America! You all have to go (or else we'll blackmail you) so make sure you come. Oh, and another thing, you are REQUIRED to bring a costume (or two or three). Attached to this email is a document for the date/ time/ directions stuff- y'know all of the important, boring stuff.

Can't wait to see you all there!
Alfred and Kiku

[Russia]

Ludwig scanned the letter over. "Have to come... bring a costume..." he muttered to himself. "I really don't have too much a choice, especially since Kiku is co-hosting this." He sighed and leaned back in the worn leather chair he had bought for his office. "I'm not even sure if I have anything to wear. I wonder what Feliciano is going to go as." Ludwig eyed the phone on his desk.

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The room was dark with only the computer screen to light his face as he checked his inbox. "Hmm, a convention?" Ivan whispered to himself. "In America?" He chuckled lightly. "I had better tell everyone so that we can pack." He printed the document out, logged off, and strolled out of his room to inform the members of his household.

[Prussia]

Down in his brother's basement, Gilbert read the somewhat demanding invitation on his laptop.
"A costume?" he questioned aloud. "Just what kind of costume would be awesome enough for me?"
His crimson eyes drifted about the messy room, finally alighting on the small yellow bird napping on his bed. A smirk formed on the albino's face. He knew what his costume would be. And it was going to be MIND BLOWING.

After a trip upstairs to fetch Ludwig's sewing kit, he got right to work.

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Feliciano set down the letter on his desk with a smile on his face. "Ve~ What costume should I wear..." he wondered. "Hm... A vampire? No, that's to cliche. Perhaps Ludwig could help me decide!" Picking up the cell phone that sat on a pile of unfinished work, he hit the speed dial set for his friend.

[Latvia]

Latvia stared blankly at the screen, his expression could be described as many things, but in one word he looked "annoyed". The internet was suddenly running slowly, and that meant that his sister, Livonia, had about twenty tabs open on her own computer. Why can't she just use one tab and not stream videos? the boy thought, glaring up at the ceiling. He was on the first floor, and she would be on the second floor up in the office room playing on Estonia's laptop. He could hear Finnish death-metal being blasted from upstairs, which meant that she was on YouTube.

"Liv! I need to check my email!" he called up. The music was paused and there was a loud thud, which was likely the chair's two front legs hitting the ground so that the chair was level again. There was a short pause before the loud "clunk" of Livonia's military boots traveled across the floor and down the stairs. The blond woman poked her head into the Computer Room and peered at Latvia over her glasses, looking rather irked.

"What have I told you about calling me Liv?" she grumbled, walking over and placing a hand on her younger brother's head and pushing down on it. She looked at the screen and saw the email, one from a Mister Alfred and Mister Kiku? They must have been other countries. She smirked, "Hey? What's this, a party? Are we going?"

"I was going..."

"Great! You go find a costume for yourself and I'll find something for me!" Livonia chimed, ignoring the obvious fact that the invitation was not extended to her on purpose, "On second though, I have the perfect costume for you... C'mon, upstairs!"

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"Fratello?" Sicily called, skipping around through the house. Where were her brothers? She skipped along through the halls, pulling her white apron off and hanging it on one of the doorknob's. She looked around some more, unsure of where her two brothers could have wandered off to. Loosing one half of a country would be hard to imagine, but the young Italian had succeeded in loosing two. She tried calling for them again, "Fratello! I made cannoli! I made enough or you, me, Romano, and that Mister Germany and Mister Japan who you're always hanging out with!"

The girl jumped slightly when she heard a small beep on her phone. She looked back at the apron and plucked it out of the big pocket, opening it and looking to see why it had beeped at her. She had a new email! Hurray! A costume party? Well, wasn't that nice! Sicily beamed as she looked back down the hall.

"Hey, Fratello, check your email!" she called, having no idea that he had already read about the party. She skipped up to her room to look for a costume, almost tripping over Etna's tail as she went. A costume party! How exiting!

[Russia]

The phone started ringing. Odd, Ludwig mused to himself, apparently phones ring if you stare at them hard enough... that or I have come to predict others' actions. He reached for the phone to answer. "Hello, this is Ludwig."

*~*~*~*~*~*

Ivan skip down the stairs to the bottoming landing. "Alright everyone," he sang out cheerfully to the empty house. "We have been invited to go to comrade Alfred's place." He wandered into the kitchen. It was silent except for the soft dripping coming from the faucet. The smile fell from Ivan's face. "You have six hours to get ready," he lowered his voice to a faint hiss. "Or there will be consequences." He darted back up to the top floor to pack.

[Prussia]

Feliciano smiled as he heard the familiar deep voice come through the phone. "Hey Ludwig~!" he greeted cheerfully. "What are you going to wear to Kiku and Alfred's convention?"
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Gilbert looked down at the supplies had managed to gather. After clearing a space on his floor, he had laid them out carefully in order to take stock. After a few measurements and glances a pattern, he began to sew.

[Russia]

"Er, hello Feliciano," Ludwig began. In the background he could hear the faint pounding that could only be a needle stitching loops through fabric. "An outfit you say? I have really considered what to wear." He decided against mentioning that he had planned on asking the Italian the same question.

[Prussia]

Feliciano frowned. He had been counting on Ludwig already having a costume so he would be able to coordinate their outfits. "Well," he asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

[Canada]

In a red and white room somewhere in Canada, a tall blonde Canadian was sitting silently on his carpet in frustration.
Matthew groaned at the shredded, maple covered remains of his Science essay. He winced as he pinched a piece of the drenched paper between his thumb and pointer finger.
“Ah well, my talking polar bear ate my homework. That should amuse Mrs. McClure…” Matthew sighed, glaring weakly at the oblivious bear still munching on the work happily under his small bed.
All the sudden, an annoyingly cheerful voice emitted from the Canadian’s beaten old computer, ping! Mr. Whoever You Are, you’ve got mail!
Matthew huffed as he gathered up the disgusting substance and tossed it in the trash bin on the way to his little desk. Plunking heavily onto the swivel chair, Matthew moved from side to side absentmindedly as he opened the new mail.
“Alfred? Costumes? Oh dear, I-I suppose I don’t have much of a choice if Al is going. Although, it’s not like anyone would notice if I didn’t…” the shy Canadian thought out loud.
Well, alright, but what could I go as? Matthew gazed lazily around the perfectly clean room, searching for some sort of inspiration. Letting his purple eyes drift over to the white ball of fluff covered in syrup that was now taking over half his bed, Matthew tilted his head.
“Oh!” he let a grin slowly form over his face as the boy jumped from his seat and sprinted out the front door.
…..
A moment later, he raced back in, grabbed his precious red hoodie and ran down the street towards Francis’ house.
“I’ve got it!”
~<3~<3~<3~MAPLE~TOMATO~<3~<3~<3~
Eye twitching in annoyance, the dark haired Italian glared holes through the floor.
Well, not literally of course. But if he could, Lovino would use his new-found laser eyes to slice his annoying sister in half.
Growling menacingly under his breath, Lovino made as much noise as he could while stomping over to the second story railing. The fiery boy glared past the huge staircase down to the floor below. Peering over the balcony-hallway-area that lead to the stairs, Lovino whipped his head left and right in search of a glimpse of his stupid, very LOUD, sister.
“Sister dear, I would very much appreciate it if you could- SHUT THAT ANNOYING JAW OF YOURS FOR ONE FLIPPING SECOND.” Lovino screamed, his family was so frustrating at times!
“…And the idiota is in his room. Gossiping with Macho Potato I bet…” Lovino trailed of as his shut his door with a loud BA-BANG! that resounded around the big house.
Muttering insults under his breath, the southern half of Italy collapsed onto his tomato-patterned bed and flipped out his cell phone, turning it back on.
‘Pasta ni wa tomato daro, Pizza ni mo tomato daro, Miwaku no akai tesoro tomato daisuki, AMORE-’
“AGGHH! Antonio! What the hell have you done to my ring tone?!...” Lovino sighed angrily through his nose and read through the text with a bored look on his face.
Scowling when he finished, Lovino scoffed, “Like hell I’d go to a retarded costume club gathering that Alfred was hosting! It’d take the most determined jerk in the world to get me out of this beautiful bed…”
He yawned sleepily and curled around a pillow, “…or the most....annoying….person…”
And promptly fell asleep. Tch, lazy Italian.

[Latvia]

Livonia led her brother upstairs, running up and almost causing him to stumble over and fall back down the stairs as she raced up quickly. She dragged him down the halls, even if it was like dragging a limp body since the boy didn't have a chance to pick up his feet and walk half the way there. Livonia reached her room and swung the door open, storming inside and letting Latvia go before darting off to her closet and looking around, rummaging through a collection of ancient dresses and military uniforms.

"I know I saw it somewhere..." she muttered, looking through until something caught her eyes. She let out a quick "ah!" before pulling out something black and holding it out for her younger brother. She grabbed one of the sleeves for the top, holding it out. The shirt was long and black, with sleeves that were too long for anyone's arms. It had a purple middle and purple ribbons on the sleeve. On the same hanger there was a pair of shorts, shorts that would surely reveal as high as the boy's mid-thighs.

"How's this look?" she asked, showing off the costume.

"A little too... kinky... for my taste..." Latvia muttered in reply, trying to think of a nice way to put that he didn't want to wear the shorts or a top that made him look like a toy. Livonia frowned and tossed the outfit at the younger brother, who caught it quickly.

"Well, you're wearing it, because I said so..." the blond girl stated plainly, before spinning around and looking around in her drawer. She found a pair of cats ears, a little belt with a tail on the end, and a black collar with bells on it as well as a collar that could be attached at will. She smiled and handed him the accessories, as well, "You'll put these on, too... Now leave, I need to decide what I'm going to be!"

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Sicily frowned slightly when she heard her brother, Romano, yelling at her. She peaked around the corner, looking back in the direction of her brothers room and walking over toward it slowly. She was not annoying... She made cannoli for them, that wasn't annoying, right? The brunette girl wandered over to her brother, Etna following her slowly and lazily.

"Fratello!" she chimed as she opened the door, skipping in happily and hugging her brother tightly. Etna sat down near her master's heals, sighing out a small breath of smoke as she glared up at Romano. Sicily smiled and tilted her head to one side, "I made you cannoli! Would you like me to go get it for you, or will you come down to the kitchen?"

[Russia]

"Well I..." Ludwig faulted for a minute. What did he have to wear? There was always the Halloween costume he had made (and was very proud of), the vampire-like outfit Elizabeta forced him to buy, the one outfit Gilbert- no, he would not be caught dead wearing that. Realizing Feliciano was waiting for him the respond, Germany continued, "We could dress up as... robots or ninjas or-" His mind began to draw a blank. "I still have my Halloween costume," he sheepishly suggested.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Ivan threw the his bedroom door open, allowing the handle to further the dent already in the wall. He retrieved a small suitcase from his closet and began ripping out clothes to toss into it. "I need a costume do I not?" he paused and thought out the issue. "How about- I know! I shall go as a demon spirit." Ivan began to scan his room for materials to make his outfit.

[Canada]

Lovino jerked awake immediately and flipped off the bed in surprise.
"CHIGIII-MPHH!"

.....

Ten minutes past and the Italian was still sprawled out on the floor.

[Prussia]

"Ve~ What was your Halloween costume?" Feliciano inquired. "I can't seem to recall..."
Striking a thoughtful pose, he attempted to think back to the past Halloween. What had Ludwig worn?

[Canada]

The long-legged Canadian raced past house after house. Passerbuyers didn't bother to glance at the entergetic running boy as Matthew swerved between his people and flew through the airport doors.
Pun not intended.
After a quick (well,not really) flight to France, Matthew made the memorized route to the Frenchman's house. Hurrying up the front steps, the blonde hastily knocked on the grand double doors.
Light steps could be heard as a few seconds later Francis made his appearance in the door way.
"Matthieu? What are you doing ere'?" the shocked man finally said.
Huffing and puffing, Matthew replied, "I-I need your help with an outfit!"
Francis grinned deviously.

[Russia]

Dec 9, 2011 21:21:13 GMT -5 Prussia said:

"Ve~ What was your Halloween costume?" Feliciano inquired. "I can't seem to recall..."
Striking a thoughtful pose, he attempted to think back to the past Halloween. What had Ludwig worn?

"It was my conqueror outfit, the one you said look like something your grandfather would have worn." That would mean Feliciano would end up in shackles again, he thought to himself, not the best of images. "You could be the pretty girl I am supposed to rescue."