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C A P R I ::: V A R G A S

The Island of Capri, Italy

Capri couldn't help but giggle to herself as she ran down the long super-prestigious halls of the UN building, her sandals making a tapping noise as they hit the floor beneath her, causing a soft echo to arise. She hoped no one would hear her... after all, she was only an island, and therefore wasn't allowed to participate in the UN. If only she was a country herself... She was sure other non-countries felt the same way.

Running down such quiet halls gave Capri a sense of rebellion, the girl loving the feeling of air running through her short brown hair. It wasn't as free as running along the paths in Anacapri or the sand along the ocean, but it was fun all the same. After all, causing a little mischief added fun to everything. Following Romano and Italy to the meeting, (hopefully) attempting to eavesdrop... it was all super fun!

As she turned the corner, lost in her own devious thoughts, the island girl found herself on the floor after being hit by something. Looking up past her bangs, Capri saw another girl before her, probably the thing that she ran into. With a sheepish grin, she squeaked, "Sorry, sorry, sorry!" before rising again. Looking over the girl before her, she realized that she had never seen her before. Blinking twice, Capri asked, "Um... are you a country?"

The sudden clinging being displayed by the small girl made Sammy look on in surprise. The girl sputtered apologies and begged her not to reveal this little girl as if...she wasn't supposed to be here. As if she wasn't a country. That thought made Sammy's eyes widen in horror. Had she just lied to a person that was in the same position as she was? What have I gotten myself into? Well, what's done is done. "No worries, chica," she replied, patting the girl's head in hopes of comforting her, "Your secret is safe with me"

Suddenly, Sammy heard the sound of boots in the distance. Mierda!(Shit!) Is it a country? Or it another person like this island country? Sammy shook her head. I can't take that chance.
"Come with me," she said, grabbing hold of the girl's arm and made to drag her with her away from the approaching boots-wearer.

( I accidentally replaced the original post with this new one when I was trying to post a reply. Sorry ^^;; )

Johanna actually had no idea why she had decided to follow Finland to the UN-building, she usually didn't stalk him that much. Wandering the empty halls wasn't even that fun after some time, she could head home now. But, then again, she wanted to see if anything interesting happened. If it did, she had a plan. Claim to be a former Swedish colony and proceed to run if any of the Nordics turned her way.

A echo woke Johanna up from her thoughts, or rather a voice echoing in the hall. Hell, nations. And, with her heavy boots, they had probably heard her by then. A colony, remember that. Blonde and green-eyed because of her 'owner', remember.

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The Island of Capri, Italy

Capri watched as the girl recovered before answering her question. Crap! She was a country and since she had never see her at any of the meetings, she HAD to know that she wasn't a country and was sneaking into the meeting! Oh no... what if she ratted her out? What would happen then? Overwhelmed, Capri sprang for Texas's leg and wrapped her arms around it. "Oh please, oh please, Miss Texas! Please don't tell the other countries I'm here! I'm just an innocent little island! You don't want me to die, do you?" She gripped the other girl's leg tighter, "Don't tell, don't tell, don't tell!"

Taking a moment to breath a little, Capri heard the sound of... boots. Another country?! She continued to hold onto Texas's leg, wide-eyed.

Amália Beaumont í Cortes ;; Principat d'Andorra

World conferences were never the most pleasant of gatherings - at least, not in Andorra's opinion, not that she would ever make this fact known to others, of course. With the nations arranged in alphabetical order (well, usually, some did seem to have a habit of moving and sitting with their friends), all she could hear from this end of the rather long table was the sound of America at the complete opposite end of the room, as well as the other nations who were always quick to either agree or debate with him, which all came as rather distant, muffled sounds. At her end of the table was someone snoring on the opposite side, and someone else idly mumbling, 'boooring!', causing the small European state to wince a little. Of course, whilst the meeting was not exactly riveting, she would never have expressed that kind of opinion aloud.

She shrunk into her shoulders a little, her eyes peering towards Algeria on her right, and then towards Angola on her left... Then, back at the table. As she was beginning to shrink further, a rather unusual sound made her jolt and sit upright again. Her head panned from side to side quickly on impulse - yet as the surrounding nations didn't budge an inch, clearly she'd been the only one to hear that noise... It took a while for her to fully register it - it had sounded like a collision of sorts; something she wasn't particularly used to hearing. And it occurred to her also that since the others around her were... Well, all still in their seats, at least (for as far down the table as she could see, anyway), it couldn't have happened in the meeting room.

She twisted her neck over her shoulder, and caught sight of the door. Perhaps the noise had come from outside? Moving her head back around, taking note of the other countries that were still boredly taking in the meeting at the other end of the room, she assumed that she was simply hearing things... Yet it had been a terrible distraction all the same, and there was certainly no way she could continue at least trying to follow the conference, now.

"... ... Uhn..." Opening his eyes halfway, Hannes suddenly blinked, then slowly sat up, keeping his left hand pressed tightly to his chest. His right arm felt numb, as if he had been lying on it for too long. But this was not the time to think of that-- He had finally reached his destination. Intrigued by the strange noises from below, he slowly crept closer to the edge of the slanted roof. The street was bustling. As a car drove by, he almost fell out of sheer surprise. Was this truly Earth? "At any rate, in this place I cannot remain any longer," he thought. "But I should use no more magic now. How will I get down?"

There was no need for anyone to be suspicious, most people had never seen Johanna anyway. Or so she hoped anyway. Why did she come up with a dumb idea like this?
She continued walking, holding her head high and trying to look like she knew what she was doing, which she decided to be looking for the exit.
On the other hand, where went the voices, they had disappeared. Johanna was sure she had heard them a few minutes ago and that she was going their direction before.

C A P R I ::: V A R G A S

The Island of Capri, Italy

Staring up at Texas with eyes as big as saucers, Capri let out a sigh of relief as she said that her secret of being here would be kept. Thank goodness! Now she wouldn't get in trouble and that was something she was immensely thankful for. But... there was still the problem with the boots, which appeared to be growing closer. What if it was a big powerful country? She didn't like to think of what would happen if that were the case.

Apparently, the other girl seemed to be thinking the same, which was weird, because she's a country and shouldn't be freaked out, and lifted Capri up by her scrawny little arm, dragging her away from where the boot noises were coming from. As the girl stumbled a bit over her own feet, she asked, "W-where are we going?"

C A P R I ::: V A R G A S

The Island of Capri, Italy

Capri continued to follow Texas quickly, falling behind for a second as she listened to the other girl. Doing two things at once messed her up. The fact that the country was helping the little nobody get away made her happy, but even with her protection, she was seriously freaked out. She gave Texas a little nod, sandals clomping with each stride she took, also wondering where they would be going to hide. Some super-secret room or something?

Whatever the case, Capri's legs were starting to hurt. She was a decent runner, but her legs were shorter then Texas's which gave her troubles keeping up. Looking down at her feet to make sure she wouldn't trip, she didn't notice a very familiar face before her being run into by Texas. The other girl falling over caused her to trip backwards herself. Looking up, her heart nearly stopped. It was Lovino. Scooting backwards she covered her face and squeaked, "P-please don't yell at me! I swear I'll leave!"

After a while of contemplating, having examined the roof, Hannes took a firm grip of his sword and removed it from its sheath at his side. He then laid down on his stomach, carefully leaning forward... and through one of the several tall windows, tried to make out what the room below might look like. From his position he could not see if there was anyone in there... Perhaps this was not the best solution. But it was all he had been able to come up with at the moment. With a determined face, he raised his sword and let it slam down, sending splinters of glass in a cascade all over the floor beneath... As soon as he had done this he withdrew from the edge of the roof, then stopped. Listening, intently.

Johanna Väinämöinen
Landskapet Åland

Two things happened when Johanna turned the next corner, she spotted a heap of people and heard a high crash which didn't seem to come from them. One person seemed vaguely familiar but the other... two, were new for her. And the guy seemed like a country. Which meant he knew the other countries and she had to lie and he had believe her.
Oh, hell. Not good.
Johanna stopped walking and tried to not look caught, leaning sheepishly against the nearest wall.
"Excuse me..."

Amália Beaumont í Cortes ;; Principat d'Andorra

Andorra's attention, now firmly on anything but the meeting, was caught by another nation heading towards the door, apparently leaving the room. Her eyes followed him, and it didn't take more than a few moments for her to realise that it was Italy... And then a few moments more to realise actually, it wasn't the actual Italy, but the representation of the southern region, Romano. She blinked her thick eyelashes a few times, her eyes leaving the back of his head and scanning over the nations surrounding her again... To her, it didn't look like anyone else had noticed he was leaving... Did they care? He wasn't exactly the... Political section of Italy, she supposed, and so it was probably fine for him to leave whenever he wanted, but she then questioned in her mind why exactly was he going... Had he heard that same noise, too?

Moments after she watched him leave the room, an almighty crash sent her heart leaping up into her throat. She glanced around quickly again, her vision darting everywhere and anywhere around the room... That sound had definitely been real... So she hadn't been hearing things earlier, after all? And whatever it was, it sounded bad... Like someone was trying to break into the building.

And the second that thought crossed her mind, she shuddered. This could have been dangerous... The crash had sounded awfully near to the room, after all. Andorra bit the inside of her lip, remembering that Romano had literally just left the conference... The more likely event was that he had just walked into something outside, which had caused the crash. And since none of the others at the table seemed to have taken notice, she figured that perhaps she herself should take a look... It wasn't as if she had anything to contribute to the meeting, anyway.

She slid out of her seat, going as unnoticed as she'd have liked to have been at the time, and stepped quietly, if not a little cautiously, towards the doorway, poking her head around the frame and looking both ways down the empty corridor, before shutting the door behind herself.

"Excuse me..." he heard. Blast it, someone was there... and judging by the phrase used, it had to be more than one person. They would most likely examine the window... He had to think of another escape route. Ah well... He could not resist a slight grin. Perhaps listening to their reaction could serve for some entertainment... He had always been amused by that kind of thing.

C A P R I ::: V A R G A S

The Island of Capri, Italy

Capri was still horrified at the sight of an angry Lovino, so much that she nearly missed the words "You're not even a country" What? The girl couldn't believe it. It wasn't that she was mad, but just confused. Why would she lie to her about that? Maybe.... she was doing the same thing she was. That could explain it. Blinking up at Texas, she was that she was about to say something, but was cut off by Lovino yelling, followed by a crash with another girl passing by, quietly murmuring an "Excuse me."

Returning her gaze to South Italy, though still a bit thrown off by the noises, Capri looked down, "I'm sorry, Lovi! I-I just wanted to come see a meeting..."

((OOC: Just to let you guys know, Alaska made this map to show where everyone is right now: https://2img.net/h/oi52.tinypic.com/2hdwi2x.png (The squiggly pink line over the window on the north side of the corridor shows the window that was broken by Sycrensia) ))

Amália Beaumont í Cortes ;; Principat d'Andorra

When Andorra looked to her right, she didn't see Romano. Instead, she saw a blonde girl, leaning against the wall - someone she hadn't seen before, and someone whom she didn't think was a nation... And it appeared that she was paying attention to someone else around the corner from the door... Did she work here? Or were there really intruders after all? Andorra, whilst somewhat cautious, never really had 'warning sirens' that went off in her head; she was somewhat oblivious to danger, not that the blonde looked... Particularly threatening anyway. Her reaction was simply to shrink back into the door... And stay there, watching; waiting, in silence...

...Which was when she heard another voice from around the corner. "I'm sorry, Lovi! I-I just wanted to come see a meeting..."

And her suspicion was confirmed.

[Cookies to Alaska for doing!]

One of the girls, she seemed to be like Johanna herself, a not-nation or something. Well, Johanna didn't mind, someone else to blame if anything went too wrong, which seemed to happen to often around her.
The girl also looked a bit like the boy, man, and one other nation. Italy, yes?
"Umh" Johanna mumbled, a little louder this time. So, they were fighting, but what was happening beside that?