Rain Of Brass Petals

Name: Arthur Kirkland Age: 26 (physically) Personification of England Status: Heathy Allies: None Objective: Return home This place is a bloody nightmare. I feel as if I'm trapped in the middle of a war zone every step I take - and the worst part is, I don't think I'm entirely incorrect in feeling that way. How the bloody hell do I get myself into these messes? ((AU RP blog for Arthur Kirkland from Axis Powers Hetalia. Tracks the tag "magicaltea"))

[magical-tea]

ooc;; starters i still need to make

american-allie-cat hitmancanada alcoholic-french-bastard lutz-beilschmidt sangue-e-vino lymphata

i guess it's a good thing i'm off tomorrow.

[magical-tea]

Unfamiliar | {2pjapanrp}

[2pjapanrp]

She flashed him a friendly smile, “Oh, don’t worry about it.” Her hand waved to aid in dismissing his concern.

"Do you have any elders to go to while you’re here?" Someone more mature to talk to was important for the youth to have, she thought. "Please, think of me as a good friend."

It also wouldn’t hurt to be in the loop, what with her brewing plan for him to live in her appartment while he settled into Japan.

She was nosy, but with a good cuase! Only those she approved of were allowed to remain. Resulting in a peaceful building with tenants that got along.

No sketchy folk. Which, at one point, she did count Kuro to be. Sometimes she still wonders… but after learning of what he was, she decided that she would need to trust him to, at least, not bring any trouble back.

Though she sort of found the possibility exciting! Things were so boring in her old age.

It was only a six minute walk from the post office to the train. Her leading him down into the subway system. “Have you ever ridden a train before, Arthur?”

[magical-tea]

"No, I don't. I'm afraid I don't really have any family here nor in England." Arthur admitted, a somber and longing tone in his voice as he followed after Reiko, bags feeling far too heavy in his exhausted limbs. Still, he kept a tight grip on them, smiling softly as he added, "Ah, and no, I haven't ridden a train here before. Back home, I did quite often though."

Honestly, he quite enjoyed riding the train back home. It was always so nice to mingle with his people in something as mundane as that. Although he couldn't say he enjoyed it when criminal types slipped on and attempted to pilfer money and expensive belongings from passengers.

Not that he ever really had to deal with things like that since muggers and the like were often dissuaded from even coming near him. Whether they knew it or not, he was their country's representative, and they were unable to harm him intentionally.

"And, ah, thank you, Ms. Reiko. I'm very lucky to have met someone as kind as you." He said sincerely, his saddened expression being replaced by a truly grateful smile.

[sweetpoisonedsmiles-deactivated]

"Your guess is as good as mine. I don’t think there’s any way to help my situation. Only time can change things at this point, really."

It still kind of amazed himself how he could say such things so casually. He had probably just grown so used to unfortunate outcomes that he was taking everything in stride. After all, if he was still around in another 500 years or so, what would this time be to him?

Just another bloody stain on history, that’s what.

Figuring he may as well just start now, Oliver picked that dreary journal back up and began searching for where the spells were. He wanted Arthur to relax while he was here - it was the good thing to do.

"Why don’t you take a nap upstairs? Unwind. I doubt you found being stuck here fun."

[magical-tea]

Arthur nodded slowly, obviously saddened by his inability to do much of anything for his double. "A...ah. Alright. Thank you, Oliver. For everything." He said, dipping his head a bit in thanks before standing and making his way to the stairs, a somber expression on his face.

Blasted...am I really unable to do anything? Was there really no meaning behind me getting that book and coming here? He though bitterly as he dragged himself upstairs to locate a place to sleep off his exhaustion and distress. 

It really was miserable, not knowing who or what had sent that dreadful book to him. And why?

He grimaced, pushing open a door and looking into the room. Certainly didn't look like a guest bedroom. Closing the door (because, honestly, despite his curiosity, it was just rude to poke around someone's home), he tried the next one and was relieved to see a sparsely furnished but comfortable guest bedroom.

At least he assumed it was.

It didn't look much like a used bedroom anyway.

Arthur slipped into the room and groaned, closing the door and slumping against it, his shoulders by his ears due to tension. "What a sad mess this is..." He murmured, running a hand through his hair as he slipped off his shoes and tugged off his cardigan, hanging it up in the small closet and dragging himself to the bed.

"Just a few minutes...that's all." He mumbled, eyes growing heavy the second he hit the mattress. Within moments, he fell into a restless slumber, dreams haunted by fragments of passages from that dreadful journal.

[kallenart]

au where arthur is a wizard that leaves magic society to teach english literature 

[magical-tea]

things i live for: JRPG style fantasy AUs.

things i don't have enough of: JRPG style fantasy AUs.

[starberry-kat]

[kallenart]

this was incredibly self indulgent

[bloodhealer-blog]

Sentence Meme {Princess Bride}

[guardandshield-deactivated20150]

bloodhealer:

"You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."

"Drop. Your. Sword."

"Life is pain, _____. Anybody who says otherwise is selling something."

"I am not left handed."

"As you wish."

"I wasn’t worried. Maybe I was a little bit concerned, but that’s not the same thing."

"You mean you wish to surrender to me? Very well, I accept."

"Truly, you have a dizzying intellect."

"Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today."

"Have fun storming the castle."

"There’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours."

"Is very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life."

"Have you ever considered piracy?"

"Death cannot stop true love. All it can do is delay it for a while."

"Good night, _____. Good work. Sleep well. I’ll most likely kill you in the morning."

"You’re trying to kidnap what I’ve rightfully stolen."

"You seem a decent fellow… I hate to kill you."

"You seem a decent fellow… I hate to die."

"You rush a miracle man, you get rotten miracles."

"Rodents Of Unusual Size? I don’t think they exist."

"You can die slowly, cut into a thousand pieces."

"You killed my love."

"It’s possible. I kill a lot of people."

"I’ve hired you to help me start a war. It’s an prestigious line of work, with a long and glorious tradition."

"No one would surrender to the Dread Pirate _____."

"I got married. I didn’t want to - it all happened so fast."

"Then you’re not married. You didn’t say it; you didn’t do it."

"Is this a kissing book?"

"A word, my lady/lord. We are but poor, lost circus performers. Is there a village nearby?"

"I’ve got my country’s 500th anniversary to plan, my wedding to arrange, my wife/husband to murder and _____ to frame for it; I’m swamped."

"There’s a big difference between mostly dead and all dead."

"Yes, you’re very smart. Shut up."

"Please consider me as an alternative to suicide."

"There will be blood tonight!"

"That is the sound of ultimate suffering."

"Look, I don’t mean to be rude but this is not as easy as it looks, so I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t distract me."

"I challenge you to a battle of wits."

"You mean, you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword, and we’ll try and kill each other like civilized people?"

"Thank you so much for bringing up such a painful subject. While you’re at it, why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it?"

"She/He is alive, or was an hour ago. If she/he is otherwise when I find her/him I shall be very put out."

"You can die too for all I care!"

"So I’m here till I die?"

"I can cope with torture."

"I fight gangs for local charities and stuff."

"That was a warning, _____. Next time my hand flies on its own. Where I come from, there are penalties when a woman/man lies."

"I will never love again."

"You mocked me once, never do it again! I died that day!"

"To the Pain means I leave you in anguish, wallowing in freakish misery forever."

"Never go in against a ____ when death is on the line!"

"We are men of action. Lies do not become us."

"They were both poisoned. I spent the last few years building up an immunity to iocane powder."

"I would as soon destroy a stained-glass window as an artist like yourself."

"I just work for ____ to pay the bills."

"It’s not my fault I’m the biggest and the strongest. I don’t even exercise."

"I believe everything to be a trap. It’s the reason I’m still alive."

"Stop saying that!"

[kallenart]

Player 2 has entered the game

[sprunguisonhiatusindefinitely-d]

PSA;; Abusive User

I really, really hate to do this, and I hope nobody will think too badly of me for doing so, but- There is one user I am having tremendous amounts of difficulty with, as well as many other people. It’s come to a stage now where this needs to be made public.

This user is italiantrialsandtriumphs.

This blog sends hate mail, death threats, and continuously guilt-trips users into RPing with them. I have watched them threaten to commit suicide, firsthand, when someone does not want to RP with them, and that is not acceptable.

I have gotten various hate messages from them, and so have many of my followers. It’s getting to a stage now where this is becoming harmful and it needs to stop.

I received a message a while ago from them asking me to RP. The same message most people receive from them. “I am a lowly Italy RP blog…” Now, I have my own reasons for declining; I can’t RP eating disorders and starvation and everything, due to my own triggers. I explained this to them and apologized.

However, when I declined, and I believe I was fairly polite, I received anonymous hate (With their username tagged as -italiantrialsandtriumphs) and this user threatening to cause herself harm, commit suicide, etc.

This is so harmful. This is not acceptable and I can’t allow it to continue without saying anything. This user is seriously abusive and generally dangerous, if I may be entirely honest; It needs to stop and it needs to stop now. 

Please spread this post. Block this user and do not allow this to continue. This is causing so many people so much harm, and I have experience it firsthand, as well as many others.

I’m very sorry to have to make such a negative post, but this user is causing serious harm to so many people and we can’t allow this to happen.

Below the cut are screencaps of the messages she sent me; I have more saved, from other people, but I don’t feel it would be right of me to post on their behalf.

Be safe. Avoid italiantrialsandtriumphs and please, please, do not tolerate this behaviour. She needs to stop this.

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3 have come to play

[vegandelinquent-deactivated2015]

"Are you saying I don`t have any manners?" Allen gave him a glare. So maybe he did lack in a lot of places when it came to manners, but he had allowed the other to come into his home hadn`t he? He could have slammed the door in his face and let him stand all alone out there in the cold, but he didn`t. 

Huffing, he crossed his arms as he raised his chin and looked away from Arthur in a rather childish manner that he`d probably regret at a later time or date.” I`m not concerned! Just giving you a warning is all…”

As Arthur mentioned having the ẅant to locate a hotel, Allen gave him a confused and a bit curious look.”Do you even have actual American money or better yet any money on you at all, because I doubt a credit card is going to work here, seeing a you are from a different world and All. I mean I`m no scientist or expert on universe jumping and all of that shit, but I don` think it works like that…”

[magical-tea]

The childish pout on Allen's face made him feel rather smug, that he had wiped that smirk off of the other's face with one subtle jab. Of course, his smugness was immediately erased when he realized his situation. He shifted in his seat, face reddening as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Of course I have money! Many shops I frequent back home do not take credit cards, so--"

Oh.

Right.

He looked away, sweating a bit nervously. No bank would be open at that hour...where would he exchange the pounds he had on him for American dollars? "Oh, bugger...I...I suppose I may have not thought this through completely." He admitted, blushing with embarrassment and annoyance. Great. just great. What was he going to do now?

[vegandelinquent-deactivated2015]

3 have come to play

[vegandelinquent-deactivated2015]

Arching a brow at his request, a confused look passed over his features. Allen would have thought as eager as he sounded about getting out of here, he`d want to leave sooner. However it did make sense that Arthur  would want to gather his strength before visiting his alternate self. “Sure, whatever you say, shortie. It`s up to you how soon you want to get back to your little safe world and out of the hell pit. Besides like you said, you`re going to need your strength and energy especially since you`re gonna be meeting Oliver in a couple days.” 

Moving back away from his British visitor, Al retook his seat, leaning back into it as his smile faded back into the regular smirk that seemed to always be present on his lips.”Far warning, and this is only warning I`ll be giving you about the guy… he can be rather unpredictable sometimes and his mood can be off the charts at other times. So I guess what I`m saying is take discern when you meet with him. Wouldn`t want anything too terrible to happen to you, now would we?”

[magical-tea]

"Unlike some people, I have manners, so I doubt my interaction with this Oliver bloke will go poorly, regardless of whatever foul mood he's in." Arthur snorted, once more irritated just by looking at Allen's smirking face. He really wished he would stop that. Couldn't he smile a bit more and stop looking as if he were planning something terrible?

If Alfred's a hero, this sod is definitely a villain. Or an anti-hero. Arthur thought, wondering if Allen thought of himself as an anti-hero the way Alfred thought of himself as a hero. Well, he certainly wasn't crowing it to the heavens, so probably not.

"Thank you for your concern though. Now, if you could direct me to a motel, that would be wonderful." And cleaner than the mess he was surrounded by.

God, just looking at the pigsty Allen called home was making him want to start cleaning. He hoped it wasn't obvious on his face that he just wanted to start tossing out the rubbish and organizing the disaster, because, well, it was just rude.

[magical-tea]

Lost in Berlin | {askanationhetalia}

Did I just get dropped into an alleyway? What city even is this? Arthur thought, sitting up with a hand to his head and groan passing his lips. He could still feel the energy crackling through his bones from the spell gone awry, and his body ached, but despite the pain, he still managed to drag himself to his feet, leather bound journal in hand. 

He knife clattered out of his waistband and onto the asphalt, forcing him to kneel and retrieve it. His back protested to the action, and his head was swimming, and he felt vaguely like vomiting. But at least he didn't have anything broken. 

Maybe if he walked a bit, the pain would fade.

Slowly, he made his way to the exit of the alleyway, bracing himself against the wall with a hand as he slipped the knife and the journal into the pocket of his cardigan. He studied the street and people that passed, listened to people talk, and came to the conclusion that he must have ended up in Germany. 

Where though, he wasn't sure.

Berlin maybe? Who knew? The only thing he knew was that he was having a hard time adjusting to the language change due to the fact that his head felt as light as a balloon after that dimension hop. Or whatever it was. Wherever he was, he should probably be careful. Who knew what the Germany there would be like, and if he were in Berlin, then chances were good that Germany, would know he was there.

And, honestly, he wasn't in any shape to deal with any hostilities.

So, keeping his head down and gaze on the ground. he did his best to stifle his energy to keep his status as a nation a secret. He didn't know if Germany would be hostile towards him, but Arthur was on his land unexpected and uninvited, and no one liked it when other nations set foot on their land without calling ahead.

He just hoped this world's Ludwig would be more understanding.

[magical-tea]

Crazy Kid | {roleplayingstoner}

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A grin spread across his face when he came to the realization that Arthur was stuck there. What a shame, someone like him wouldn’t make it around there for too long so it would be best for Al to get him back. But, that was going to have to come at a price. 

"Wow really? Sounds pretty cool to me. You should talk to Oliver. He can get you back home, but he’s probably already tucked in for the night," Al explained, finishing his drink and tapping the side of the glass to get a refill. "So, unless you wanna stay with your lady friend you could come home with me," he suggested. "And don’t worry you don’t have to sleep with me."

But that didn’t mean Al wasn’t going to try.  

[magical-tea]

Arthur gave him a skeptical look, tapping his own glass for a refill. He wasn't nearly drunk enough to accept that offer yet, especially after Al attempted to flirt with him and get him into bed. But...well, it was certainly better to stay with someone that understood his situation and could help him.

Plus, he might be able to tell him a bit more about that world so he could maybe fit in a little better and maybe avoid future conflicts.

It really was to his advantage, even if he had to put up with flirting. 

"...Cool isn't exactly how I would describe it. But...thank you for the offer. I think I might take you up on it." He sighed, taking a drink from his refilled glass. "It would certainly be helpful to me if you would be willing to supply me with some information about this place..." His head was starting to get fuzzy, his face flushing as the alcohol began to get to him. He really should cut it off there...but he finished off the drink in one more swig, exhaling loudly as he set the glass down. 

[magical-tea]

Family Reunion | {ask-america-talia}

Arthur really, really hated visiting America the country, not the person. Though the person often seemed to grate on his last nerves every time they met, he still didn't dislike his little brother's company. He just hated navigating American roads, especially the ones in New York. 

Everything was so busy and noisy, and rude, it often left him even grumpier than usual whenever he reached his hotel to check in for the week. But at least nothing changed. He still got off at the same airport, traffic was just was horrible, people were just as pushy and rude. The hotel lost his reservation again, and the room, when he finally got it, smelled horribly like bleach poorly disguised with air freshener.

Same as always.

At least by this point it was all typical, so it didn't irritate him as much as it usually did. Or maybe he was just in a good mood. 

After an hour of relaxing and fighting off jet lag, Arthur finally dragged himself to a taxi to take him to the nearest Olive Garden, where he was to meet Alfred for lunch. When he arrived, he gave Alfred a call, pressing his phone to his ear as he pushed the doors open. "Alfred," He said, frowning when an old woman almost knocked him over. "where are you? I'm not searching this entire establishment for you."

[magical-tea]

Crazy Kid | {roleplayingstoner}

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"I think I know him too." Pork chops, definitely Al’s opposite. He had been on the other side time and time again. Oliver was sending him over there all the time to fetch this and that. There were things they had that Oliver wanted and whether it was Al or Matt he was always brought home what he wanted. 

Running into Alfred happened almost every time, and every time they had different emotions about it. Sometimes Al hated him, sometimes he couldn’t wait to see him. It was a strange connection. But this was the first time he would meet Arthur, though it would not be the first time he had seen him now that he looked closer. 

"Nice guy. People been giving you problems around here? Guess you should expect that much. They can tell you’re not like us," Although they were mindless. Like ants. 

[magical-tea]

Arthur blinked, surprised. So...Allen knew about where he came from? That was surprising. He took a sip of his drink, cringing a bit when it burned going down. American alcohol.

Disgusting. But good for getting piss drunk at least.

Another drink, this time because he had a feeling he was going to need it. "So you...know about the alternate versions? That's...surprising. I didn't think anyone knew about them. I know I certainly didn't until recently." He sighed, brushing his fringe out of his eyes and taking a big gulp of his drink. He finished off the glass and set it on the bar top a bit harder than he needed to.

"But, um. As for your question, yes. I seem to be in a bit of bind. Mysterious book, spell gone awry, and here I am, living on the couch of some nice, but incredibly needy, woman who seems to think that prancing about in towels is going to get me in bed with her." Alcohol, even just that small amount, had already loosened his tongue apparently. He grimaced, a bit annoyed with himself, but at least Al knew about his double, so that made things a little easier.

[mun-jadeybird]

"Ya. But I'm not showing you to him unless you tell me more about yourself over dinner." He smiled as he eyes the other up and down.

[magical-tea]

Arthur's face turned scarlet with anger and he glared at Al, looking offended. Was he being sized up? He could just barely see the other's eyes through those damned sunglasses, but he could definitely tell that, yes, he was being looked over like some kind of slab of meat.

His stomach growled despite itself though.

Face reddening further, he snorted and folded his arms across his chest. "Fine. But dinner and information is all you're getting out of me."

Oh, how low he had fallen. But he had very little cash on him, and, well, if Al was going to pay for dinner, then he could save his own money for a motel room or something. That was good at least.

[magical-tea]

Underworld | {bello-omicidio}

[bello-omicidio-blog]

Digging his hand into the other’s pocket while maintaining an excruciatingly hard hold on him still, he wrapped an arm around the other’s chest, this time bringing the knife to his throat, and held the passport for himself to see over the Brit’s shoulder.

The passport clearly said ‘Arthur.’ Arthur Kirkland. The man in the picture had ash blond hair and green eyes, not a weird combination of traits resembling that of a pink clown’s. It looked clean. Everything was there. A couple of signatures and a stamp ensured they were the real deal. It looked new, organized…

  " Nice work. Oliver. I would have fallen for it…if only passports were still a thing.” He could see it now. Oliver dyed his hair and acquired an outdated and useless passport, one that resembled the days before the last world war, before the world went haywire. And last but not least, he adopted a different persona to fool Luciano, thinking he wouldn’t find him and figure him out — but God knew he was wrong. God knew everything.

The identification’s papers were crumpled before their eyes and the booklet tossed to the floor. The knife pressed closer, enough to ensure a slit throat with a twist of the wrist.

" You try to stifle my influence and now you dare show your face around here. Didn’t the war teach you anything? Didn’t I make myself clear? Step on Italy and you die.”

[magical-tea]

Well shit. Arthur made a small sound of discomfort when the blade was pressed to his throat, leaning back and tilting his head back to try and put distance between himself and the blade. Getting his throat slit was definitely not the way he wanted to spend his first day in this terrible hellscape.

He gave up his attempt to hide his energy, hoping his own were different enough from that world's England to help his case as he said, tone sharp but uneasy, "I'm telling the truth, you prat! I am Arthur Kirkland, and I do not know a damn bloody thing about the war or your relations with Great Britain!" Panic leaked into his voice. 

Shit.

This was bad. If he got a severe injury like that, it would take him, in his current state, a month to recover at least. 

If he made any signs of physical aggression, he was screwed. All he could do was talk and hope Italy would listen to reason.