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Posted 4/13/11 , edited 8/6/11


Gakuen Hetalia!


Welcome to the Gakuen Hetalia RP board! This is a special alternate universe board that takes place at a boarding school. There are rooms, classes, and grounds.

Everybody starts off as a student, but if you would like to apply to be a teacher or prefect, please fill out this form:


Character Name:
Username:
Position:
[if teacher, please state your subject]


You will be accepted based on how many people are already in that position, because we do still need some students.

Also, application for the dorms are open. The school currently has three dorms, so please specify which dorm you want to live in when applying for one, as well as the dorm room (shown on the chart by the bolded brackets) by number (the rooms are numbered one through three going down - for example, Romano is in room one and France in room two). Due to a lack of funds, teachers do not get special dorms and may room with students. When the three dorms are full, we will open a new one.

Your dorm mates have the right to protest loudly about rooming with you, but whether or not they'll be listened to is debatable.

Application form:


Character Name:
Username:
Dorm Number:
Room Number:


Please post all applications at this forum and quote a moderator when doing so. Thank you!



Dorm One:
[Lovino Romano Vargas [Sophomore]
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[Francis Bonnefoy [Senior]
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Dorm Two:
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Dorm Three:
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Welcome to Hetalia High!


Please direct all complaints to the complaint box specifically made for this purpose. Bring a flashlight. It is in the stairless cellar at the bottom of an unspecified locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying "Here there be Dragons" (Warning: not to be confused with the disused lavatory that has a sign on the door saying "Beware of the Leopard.")

Thank you, and have a nice day!

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Posted 7/23/11 , edited 7/25/11
Lovino inched along the wall, praying nobody would catch him exiting the girl's restroom. He had accidentally run into the wrong one when trying to escape the self-proclaimed "Bad Touch Trio," and spent all of his last class hiding in a stall.

Now he had waited until he was sure there were no girls in there to make his escape!

Taking a deep breath, he shot out the door.
Posted 7/23/11
Francis stood leaning against the wall by the girl's bathroom, earning suspicious and exasperated looks alike. The suspicious ones must be freshman, he thought, wearing a kind smile one wears when presented with the mission of teaching a group of particularly dense people how to cook pasta.

The same rule applies to everything else that matters in life. It goes in hard and comes out soft.

He greeted the exasperated looks fondly with his trademark lewd grin, and for the people he particularly liked, a quick, but obvious scan, appreciating their physiques. Silly, silly sophomores, thinking they know everything. Sure, Francis generally stood in front of the girl's bathroom with a clear intention in mind, but today... Today he had a different purpose.

He shot a foot out to brace against the other side of the bathroom threshold as said purpose attempted to escape from its confinement.

His confinement, Francis mentally chastised himself. Stop objectifying people. They never seem to want to have sex that way. Unless you pay them. Which he wasn't averse to doing. Not at all.

Francis was suddenly glad his thinking face came with what his friends (with benefits) called "smoldering eyes." It has saved him on many occasions when people of, ah, interest, decided talking was foreplay, and he accidentally tuned them out, only to be jerked out of his reverie (highly classified and restricted reverie) by a horny partner, driven to action by his eyes alone.

Yes, Francis was that good.

"And where is the petit lapin running off to, when I've finally got him in my trap?"

And last time he checked, a little gratuitous French never hurt anyone.
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There was only time for a short yelp before Lovino hit the floor, arms out to brace for the fall and cursing his own inherent clumsiness. Not that it himself helped much, because as he hit the ground, pain flared in his right wrist.

Jerking away from the pain, Lovino rolled onto his knees and cradled his wrist, curling around it pitiably and hunching over. He sniffled to- to add to the effect. He wasn't actually crying, duh, he was faking it!

Yeah.

((changed accounts to Lemmingbee))
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