can you hear her howling?

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[h3 +]
Alfred took a seat at the table, removing his glasses as the meeting began and the update was given. His vision wasn't the greatest but he could still make out the stern looks on Emil and Mathias' faces. He used a corner of his damp shirt in order to remove the water drops from the lenses, listening carefully to the words spoken, and put his glasses back on in their proper place again. The American loved a challenge, which was what this project was quickly coming to be realized as, and the damage done to the Dane proved it all the more.

[+green "Do you really think that Alfred could pull this off?"] Arthur asked, concern in his voice. This wasn't some simple family spat, those he had come to know too well. This was entirely different and could result in permanent damage to the tall blonde; he wasn't opposed to the American getting the shit kicked out of him now and then but he didn't wish to see him wiped off the map.

[+blue "What the hell is that supposed to mean?! Of course I can!"] America had always been full of himself and no task was too much for him. When someone doubted his abilities, it only made him want to succeed in order to prove them wrong. That attitude had gotten him pretty far in his life and he wasn't about to give up now. Alfred jumped back up to his feet and got the necessary information from Emil and Mathias before gathering his stuff and heading out. Arthur shook his head as he left, folding his arms over his chest.

[+green "That boy is going to be slaughtered."]

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Great. Snow. Just what he [i didn't] want to see. Alfred pulled his coat tighter around him to try to block out the chill and pulled his arms tight against his frame while gloved hands hid in his pockets. It was still early afternoon so while the sun still provided a slight bit of warmth, soon it would fade and the cold would become unforgiving. He'd have to find some place to camp for the night before that happened. Alfred was hoping a simple talk with the woman would be all that was needed to set things straight and he could be home on his couch by the next evening, but he knew better than that. The way Denmark looked...a lot more than talking was going to be needed to fix an attitude like that. But would he be able to?

Alfred paused, pulling the map and simple directions from his coat and looking them over while his teeth chattered quietly. Man, he could use a hot cup of coffee right now but at least he was headed in the right direction and was almost at his destination. The items were folded and shoved back into his coat, the American's boots beginning to crunch through the snow again.

Another twenty minutes of freezing hiking passed before the blonde saw his destination: a small cabin nestled in the trees. Finally. He moved towards it quickly, jumping up onto the small porch and a gloved hand knocking heavily on the door.

[i [+blue Please be home and let me in. I don't want to turn into a popsicle out here.]]
  Alfred Jones ~ America / SolemnYuki / 15d 15h 30m 24s
[center [size15 About 15 hours earlier...]]
[center [size12 Misha was patiently waiting in the snow, her eyes watching for any sudden movements. She was done with foreign invaders, coming to pester her for their selfish needs. She wasn't just some piece of land for them to call their own. She was her own country. She did not need Denmark's help. She can prosper on her own.]
[size12 She gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes as she yanked the rope that caused the large, oafish redhead to come, tumbling down. She lurched at him, wrapping her small, but deadly hands around his neck. The look of hunger for death in her eyes. It was like she was enjoying this.]
[size12 Before this, she was calm. She almost enjoyed Mathias' attention, but now, she was bitter and cold. Unmoving in her facial expressions as Mathias was letting out, what he thought, would be his last breath. Suddenly, Mathias could breathe again. Someone has snatched Misha off of him. She flailed violently, the figure let her wiggle free. He stepped back, turning his attention to Mathias. It was Emil, Iceland. He was here to pay witness to the what Mathias had been talking about. She had been bullying him steadily for a few years, but this yea, it was like she snapped.]
[size12 Emil was taken aback by the wild girl. Misha stared back, tears started to gloss over her eyes. It was kind of pitiful to watch. He shook his head, almost like he was trying to get himself out of some trance as Misha took off, running away from them. He tried to call for her, but his attention turned to his annoying friend, who merely chuckled. [i [#FF0000 "Told you, she was a crazy bitch,"] and with that, Mathias passed out. Emil was kind of glad, listening to the Danish man complain was by far worse.]]

[center [size15 World Meeting.]]

[center [size12 Mathias tapped his finger against the table, nervously. Emil popped the back of his hand, shaking his head. Mathias had a few bandages and two, faint, but noticeable hand prints around his neck. It was obvious as to what had happen. A few of the other countries were whispering amongst themselves just as Alfred turned the corner to enter the room. Everyone, in sync, rolled their eyes at his comment.]
[size12 [i [#778899 "This meeting is actually kind of important, so please just sit down,"]] Emil quickly brought attention to the matter at him. He gestured to the large Dane next to him. [i [#778899 "Our northern most neighbor's handy work. She has had some kind of mental snap,"]] Emil explained, [i [#778899 "and yes, it in our culture that violence has been normalized, but this is different. She was waiting for him, waiting to literally put an end to his life without a motive. She won't stop and talk to us anymore."]] Emil turned to face Mathias with a soft sigh.]
[size12 [i [#778899 "What I am saying is, Alfred, that we need someone to talk to her. And not someone directly involved with us or has a negative history with her. And for once, you don't have a bad track record with someone,"]] Mathias snickered as Emil plainly spoke to Alfred. It was half pleading for their neighboring country to be returned back to her normal self. She was a pleasant country before this.]
[size12 Misha used to be a gentle soul, good with animals. Now, there is an obvious air around her cabin, that is tucked back into a heavily wooded area, that even the animals don't want anything to do with her. She wasn't the cute, little girl anymore. She was a beast.]]
  yvette / bitter / 19d 8h 41m 36s
[h3 +]
The rain streamed steadily downward, causing large drops to appear on the American's thin lenses. He was moving quickly over the sidewalk, his jacket clutched tightly around him to preserve heat, wanting to get to his destination as soon as possible to escape the water. Luckily for him, the world meeting hall wasn't much further away and that fact caused him to break out into a run in order to get there faster.

Once inside, a heavy sigh was let out and his jacket was shaken out a bit to expel excess water. Even though he was a bit perturbed about the rain, he was eternally grateful it wasn't snow and more than likely would have skipped the meeting if that was the case. Who in the hell could even function in such cold weather? The peach nose wrinkled a bit as he thought about it; he'd rather eat England's rock hard scones again than spend anytime at all in the cold weather. Alfred began to make his way down the pristine and quiet hall, his boots against the marble the only sounds made. They echoed a bit eerily, something he wasn't appreciative of, and hoped he'd find the other countries soon. According to Matthew's instructions, the meeting room should be just around the corner....

Alfred could hear some familiar voices from behind the closed door which caused him to relax some; Canada was already there and he was certain he heard Iceland and Denmark. There were some voices he couldn't quite place, but knew they were from the same area. After all, that's what the meeting was for: to get to know each other. He stepped in, closing the door before looking around the room, and flashed his usual smile.

[+blue "No need to panic, I'm finally here!"] he announced loudly, watching as it caught the attention of nearly everyone in the room. Most responded by rolling their eyes and continuing their conversations, but Canada and England came over to greet him.

[+blue "Please tell me you have food in this joint, I'm starved."]
  Alfred Jones ~ America / SolemnYuki / 19d 19h 35m 44s
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