Nationstates Hetalia: From the Ashes (IC)

[The Grey Wolf]

Pacing down the hall, Miles tried his best to give an impeccable appearance, dressed in the grey shirt and tan pants of the party paramilitary, his usually unkempt shaggy hair combed back to try and give him the appearance of a reactionary. He desired to be recognized as a colonial empire, one of the bourgeoisie nations of the world, as his mother had been before him. Yet there would always be something revolutionary about him.

"Are our guest here?" he asked in a cool, nonchalant voice, not even bothering to turn his head as he addressed the trembling servant a few feet to his right.

"No, sir." the elderly man, his hair without a speck of color, replied. The young master had a habit of cruelty, prone to sadistic outbursts. The problem was that no one knew what would set him off, thus forcing those around him to constantly stay on their toes. The only one who could truly control him was the leader, the Heidsman, however, instead of disciplining him, he praised him for his cruelty. Miles was becoming the "new type of Wolfian," that he desired. Day by day...

"Inform me when they do," Miles said with a wave of his hand, setting the servant at ease.

The annual united nations conference had been chosen to be hosted in Wolfia. Miles was amused since only a few months ago, he had invaded Fomoria in the East Mediterranean, prompting economic sanctions from the same nations who would probably attend.

Now he just needed to wait for the other nations to arrive...

[Lynxcia]

Ladwyn Lynx pulled his brass goggles onto his forehead. He checked his grand pocket watch as paranoia of lateness haunted his mind. Lynx straightened his silver cravat, careful not to transfer any black oil from his gloves onto it. His large leather boots stomped down the hallway until his cold, blood-red eyes fixed on an elderly man that had seemed to appear out of thin air.

"Hello there" Lynx said formally, outstretching his oil stained, gloved hand to greet the man. "Do you know where the entrance to the conference is?"

[Equestican]

Two personifications approach the meeting building, one a newbie, some call her Elvira, and some call her Crimea. A slavic nation who'd probably would never be accepted in Wolfia. The other personification is the last vestage of an age gone by, accompanying Elvira , a creature thought extinct, TWICE, but this time it was a mere dormancy of sorts. This other personification would be quite known, maybe, to anyone who knows about the old worlds, she is a Utahraptor, and her name is California, successor to Don Saur. A Hammer and Sickle with the Crimea Peninsula and California to the sides replaces the old Sauriticanite Flag on Cali's shoulder. A new arm band, Blue on top, White in the Middle, Red on the bottom, with a bear and a red star on the white part, adorns Elvira and Cali's right arms.

[Itium]

Viktor Uselyev beamed down via a personal teleporter he had thought up on the toilet the previous day. He adjusted his buttoned-up jacket more out of habit then necessity. He pulled up V-LAG(Virtual Location Analysis and Guide), the GPS system residing in his cybernetic implants. "V, conference room."

"Would you like me to adjust for presumed foot traffic, sir?" Asked the AI's pleasant, British-accented voice.

"Unnecessary." Viktor replied. He followed V's projected path displayed in his ocular implants until he found a man who was most likely an engineer of some sort, speaking to an elderly gentleman dressed in typical attire for a menial servant.

"Probability indicates that you-" He gestured to the young man in the goggles. "-are here for the conference of the UI. However, social protocal dictates that I ask you why you're here. So, are you also here for the UI conference?"

[Military Lands of the Scottish People]

Scotland came in, witha hangover, and made his way to the Conference room. People asked him if he needed help but he snaply replied with.
"Oi, Laddy. If you try to help me, I will get Nessie on you."
Everyone left him alone after that. Once he made his way to the conference room, he pulled out a Cigar and lit it. He took a puff of it and barged through the door.

[Sardian republic]

Ah man I hope I'm not late James thought as he ran to the conference room wearing his favorite brown leather jacket and grey fedora quickly pushing open the doors "H-as t-he meeting started" he asked while panting wiping sweat from his brow.

[Military Lands of the Scottish People]

Scotland started to laugh.
"Oi laddy, we are al ready over. Finished this a hour ago. We are just sitting here, drunk off our asses from whiskey, babbling about our ties with one another."-Scotland
He took a puff on his cigar and passed out. He slept, snoring. (OOC: Sorry for the small post. Just going to respond to him)

[Equestican]

Ah man I hope I'm not late James thought as he ran to the conference room wearing his favorite brown leather jacket and grey fedora quickly pushing open the doors "H-as t-he meeting started" he asked while panting wiping sweat from his brow.

Scotland started to laugh.
"Oi laddy, we are al ready over. Finished this a hour ago. We are just sitting here, drunk off our asses from whiskey, babbling about our ties with one another."-Scotland
He took a puff on his cigar and passed out. He slept, snoring. (OOC: Sorry for the small post. Just going to respond to him)

"Nyet." Elvira said.

Cali then added by saying, "Unlike what the Scotsman over there is saying, we haven't even started, I'm betting he has a hangover or something of the like." The Utahraptor then added, "And please don't say anything about my species, I'm tired of talking to other nations about it, let's just say America and conspiracies and revolution and be done with that. Unfortunately the vast majority of my nation is now human instead of the nice mix back in America I used to have,"

"Well said, zhena," Elvira said earning a glare from the larger female.

"If anyone deserves to call the other zhena, it'd be me, I'm the dominant nation here, malyshka." Cali said which caused the younger nation to pout, which caused Cali to chuckle a bit, "Reminds me of me during the Bear Flag Republic."

[Sardian republic]

"Thank you Ma'am so who are you two because I've never seen you two pretty ladies before" James said as he took off his fedora putting it inside his leather jacket."Oh forgot to introduce myself names America don't wear it out" James said offering his hand to the two female nations. (Trying my best here)

[Equestican]

"Thank you Ma'am so who are you two because I've never seen you two pretty ladies before" James said as he took off his fedora putting it inside his leather jacket."Oh forgot to introduce myself names America don't wear it out" James said offering his hand to the two female nations. (Trying my best here)

"We together are the United Republic of Sauritica, I am the personification of the escaped population of former California now officially in control of the former Ukraine, I used to be the Sauriticanite State of California under my predecessor, my partner over here is technically/officially my wife, she is Elvira Crimea, obviously the personification of the Crimean Peninsula. Our union was formed not long ago." California said as Elvira shook James' hand, Cali didn't instead opting to pull out a phone then showing the flag of their nation, which like their armband was a combination of the 2014 era Crimean and California, and their coat of arms, a hammer and sickle with Crimea to the right and California on the west.

[Military Lands of the Scottish People]

Ah man I hope I'm not late James thought as he ran to the conference room wearing his favorite brown leather jacket and grey fedora quickly pushing open the doors "H-as t-he meeting started" he asked while panting wiping sweat from his brow.

Scotland started to laugh.
"Oi laddy, we are al ready over. Finished this a hour ago. We are just sitting here, drunk off our asses from whiskey, babbling about our ties with one another."-Scotland
He took a puff on his cigar and passed out. He slept, snoring. (OOC: Sorry for the small post. Just going to respond to him)

"Nyet." Elvira said.

Cali then added by saying, "Unlike what the Scotsman over there is saying, we haven't even started, I'm betting he has a hangover or something of the like." The Utahraptor then added, "And please don't say anything about my species, I'm tired of talking to other nations about it, let's just say America and conspiracies and revolution and be done with that. Unfortunately the vast majority of my nation is now human instead of the nice mix back in America I used to have,"

"Well said, zhena," Elvira said earning a glare from the larger female.

"If anyone deserves to call the other zhena, it'd be me, I'm the dominant nation here, malyshka." Cali said which caused the younger nation to pout, which caused Cali to chuckle a bit, "Reminds me of me during the Bear Flag Republic."

Scotland woke up.
"Erghuh... Where is the whiskey... WHERE IS THE GOD DAMN WHISKEY!"-Scotland
Scotland picked up his cigar and started smoking on it.
"You, alien-creature-SCP origin shit. Where is the whiskey? England doesn't have the balls to show up and wales is to stupid to come. And Ireland is too drunk... So. WHERE IS THE WHISKEY!"-Scotland
He started rummaging through everything there and eventually started searching others.

[Sardian republic]

"Nice flag yo-" James was interrupted by Scotland who was searching him "Get your grubby mits off me!" James yelled while slapping Scotland's hands away "what's your problem sir you don't just go up and search a person while up in their personal space it's not good manners."

[The Grey Wolf]

Miles looked out the window, noting with satisfaction that his guests had arrived. "Just in time too," he muttered under his breath, as the procession of soldiers marched down the street. They were dressed in the uniform of the Werewolf, the Wolfian armed forces, various officers in tan, grey, and field green uniforms, that created a disorienting array.

"Breid an Faitherlaund!" shrieked one of the officers standing on the balcony of the senate, saluting from his post as General Wolfe looked over the parade. The elderly general nodded with satisfaction, while no more than three tanks, all from the Second World War era, proceeded next to the soldiers.

The door would then open for the personifications, allowing them into Miles' home. "This way, please, do not touch anything." the servants explained, showing them their way to the council chamber. Miles had already taken a seat, his light hair back to it's unkempt self against his knowledge. In front of him were a few files, none important, while he remained aloof.

[Equestican]

"Nyet." Elvira said.

Cali then added by saying, "Unlike what the Scotsman over there is saying, we haven't even started, I'm betting he has a hangover or something of the like." The Utahraptor then added, "And please don't say anything about my species, I'm tired of talking to other nations about it, let's just say America and conspiracies and revolution and be done with that. Unfortunately the vast majority of my nation is now human instead of the nice mix back in America I used to have,"

"Well said, zhena," Elvira said earning a glare from the larger female.

"If anyone deserves to call the other zhena, it'd be me, I'm the dominant nation here, malyshka." Cali said which caused the younger nation to pout, which caused Cali to chuckle a bit, "Reminds me of me during the Bear Flag Republic."

Scotland woke up.
"Erghuh... Where is the whiskey... WHERE IS THE GOD DAMN WHISKEY!"-Scotland
Scotland picked up his cigar and started smoking on it.
"You, alien-creature-SCP origin shit. Where is the whiskey? England doesn't have the balls to show up and wales is to stupid to come. And Ireland is too drunk... So. WHERE IS THE WHISKEY!"-Scotland
He started rummaging through everything there and eventually started searching others.

"I have no idea where your alcohol is, Scots," California said amused, "I don't have any on me so don't search me, I don't drink, it's been centuries since I last did."

Elvira then pulled out a vodka, "You want?" Which caused Cali to roll her eyes.

"I miss my Sauriticanite Prohibition." Cali said absent-mindly.

"Nice flag yo-" James was interrupted by Scotland who was searching him "Get your grubby mits off me!" James yelled while slapping Scotland's hands away "what's your problem sir you don't just go up and search a person while up in their personal space it's not good manners."

"Thanks." Elvira said, "We didn't spend much time working on it to be honest, but it serves it's purpose."

Miles looked out the window, noting with satisfaction that his guests had arrived. "Just in time too," he muttered under his breath, as the procession of soldiers marched down the street. They were dressed in the uniform of the Werewolf, the Wolfian armed forces, various officers in tan, grey, and field green uniforms, that created a disorienting array.

"Breid an Faitherlaund!" shrieked one of the officers standing on the balcony of the senate, saluting from his post as General Wolfe looked over the parade. The elderly general nodded with satisfaction, while no more than three tanks, all from the Second World War era, proceeded next to the soldiers.

The door would then open for the personifications, allowing them into Miles' home. "This way, please, do not touch anything." the servants explained, showing them their way to the council chamber. Miles had already taken a seat, his light hair back to it's unkempt self against his knowledge. In front of him were a few files, none important, while he remained aloof.

"I wonder if it was a good idea to enter the land of these Wolfians, I'm sure they still hate me," Cali commented, as the nations went on their way to the council chamber.

[Ethirus]

Henri regarded his watch with quiet contemplation as he marched towards the meeting room idly contemplating what the parade was about. He paused slightly as he heard voices, he rounded a corner and saw multiple other people, presumably nations discussing something or another before following what seemed to be servants.
He played with his cravat slightly before straightening out the non existent creases in his brown coat and calling out to the other nations

"Salut! Am I on time? For the meeting that is?" he said to the other people.

[Sardian republic]

"Yes your are on time for the meeting my good man" James said as he turned to the newcomer.

[Ethirus]

Henri exhaled in relief
"Oh excellent, pardon the intrusion my territories were insisting on coming along as well."
He paused to straighten his pull up his gloves before gasping slightly
"Oh my I forgot to introduce myself," he did a quick bow to the assembled nations.
"The Kingdom of Ethirus at your service" he uttered as he straightened up. "Ethirus or Henri if your prefer," he frowned slightly

"Pardon, but um you are? I do apologise I have been quiet busy organising my new territories," his chest seemed to puff up slightly at that "I didn't exactly have the time to get to know other nations"

[Sardian republic]

"The republic of the sardian republic" James bowed back to Ethrius
"And how many of your territories did you bring with you my good sir?" James asked

[Ethirus]

Henri chuckled slightly
"None of course, they are no longer true nations and thus have no relevance in international politics, as autonomous as they are"
he paused to regard the Sardian Republic "they have no place here" he smiled calmly.

He turned to look at the other nations, "Might I ask your names as well?"

[Equestican]

Henri chuckled slightly
"None of course, they are no longer true nations and thus have no relevance in international politics, as autonomous as they are"
he paused to regard the Sardian Republic "they have no place here" he smiled calmly.

He turned to look at the other nations, "Might I ask your names as well?"

Elvira replied, "I am Elvira, the personification of the Crimea Peninsula, partner to California, the personification of the Republic of Sauritica, together we are the United Republics of Sauritica." California did not look as interested, instead looking at the Wolfians with confusion now, now wondering about how good her memories are. "Darn battles probably got me knocked on the head a few times too many."

[Bearon]

Striding down the hall the representation of Britain or as he liked to be more casually referred to Earl Grey tsked to himself under his breath as he muttered "Late to one of these inane political meetings again." Frowning to himself Grey continued his fast paced stride as he cursed his technological advisor who had just had to show him the designs for the stealth suit technology that had been bogged down in development for god knows how long right before the conference between the various countries that had even bothered to show up. "Hans always picks the bloody worst possible times to show me these things!" Grey grumbled under his breath thinking of the time just last week when his entire schedule had been cleared. Shaking his head Grey simply smirked to himself and chuckled to himself as he thought about how lost his America probably was right about now sitting amongst all those old drunkards that supposedly represented their countries. Rounding a corner with his imperial guard following closely behind Grey slowed to a halt as the entire troop of said old drunkards and one former innocent looking rebellious colony came shambling down the halls. Smiling to himself Grey pulled up alongside America and said "What have I missed?"

[Celesburg]

As Celes wakes up on a street he asks himself who he is and where he is from and where he wanted to go. He then realized "Ah, yes I'm Celes. And I was searching for the senate." Celes searches for a map in his pocket or anything that could help him to find the senate to meet with other nations. But he didn't find anything and had to acceept the fact that he was lost.

[ImperialistSalvia]

Gus' eyes slowly opened as he awoke from a night's rest. He sat up in bed, let out a big yawn, and looked around his room. The light poured in from the window and he saw the little dust specks dancing in the air. He turned his nightstand and looked at his clock.
His eyes shot open and he yelled, "Oh poo!" He hopped out of bed, "I'm so late"
He scrambled to get ready. He threw on a white button down, and adjusted his crimson tie. He slid down the bannister of his estate with his suit jacket in hand. He ran into the kitchen and grabbed an apple while putting on his jacket. He walked into the lobby where his butler, Hans, was waiting.
"The flight is ready for you, sir"
Salvia snapped his fingers and pointed at Hans with a big smile and said between bites, "Don't know what I'd do without ya, Hansie"
"Don't make a mockery of yourself" the old man warned.
"I can't make any promises~!" Salvia yelled as he left the estate.
The old man shook his head and sighed lightly.
Salvia ran to where a small plane was; he quickly ran up the stairs. When the young man got on board, he went into the cockpit, and said "Yo, homes, to Wolfonia!"
The pilot gave the thumbs up, and Salvia was on his way.

[The V O I D]

Wolfia

Mr. Reich's Minister of Foreign Affairs' Secretary, Daniel Van Bose, had arrived at the IU meeting after a long ass flight, and a longer ass drive to wherever the meeting was being held. Van Bose was substituting for the Minister due to the fact he was under investigation by the Internal Affairs Ministration back home. No matter, Van Bose entered the building, and looked around, asking where he was supposed to go.

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

Klisrosmaqa stood in the capital settlement known as Woikos, a village on top of a mountain, a holy site in their faith. She went to each individual hunter and gave them a blessing, for today would be a great hunt. The herd had settled in a valley, many in number and easy to attack, a blessing would signify the great hunt as starting. "Ego donom juwe donom extrod deiwos." She would say, "Tu cemjo retrod deiwots kom nseros wolgos." was the finishing line, overall translating to "I gift you the gift of the gods, you come back rich with flesh for our people". The hunters were then armed with bows and spears, and sent out to return with food for the clan.

They left the mountain, going down a spiraling trail on which they were to return, carrying many pounds of meat. As they went down, Klisrosmaqa gently put her shaman's staff away. She looked around the village of Woikos, which was less of a village and more of a cave with a wall. The cave was lit up by torchlight, and was the primary residence for the inhabitants. Outside of the cave was a simple wooden palisade, a wall of logs with tapered ends forming a series of tall spikes, standing about 15 feet tall. A few structures stood, such as a leatherworker's hut, but the fenced off area was mostly barren except for some dirt, grass, and a few shrubs. Klisrosmaqa stood at the gate, watching as her hunters left, hoping they would make a safe return.

The hunters quietly snuck up upon the herd, their resting making them ideal prey. Hunting them would provide the food ration for a good deal of time. They hid in nearby bushes, silently drawing their bows. Upon the signal of a hunter, a special whistle, they all launched their arrows at their prey. The herd lost quite a few members, with the hunters quickly drawing their bows and firing again. By the time the herd had escaped, 7 stags had been felled. The large group of hunters cheered as they began to haul the corpses back to their mountaintop home.