*~Narnia~*

(( . . . . . Don't you dare say you don't know what Narnia is.
SOMEONE START. 8I ))

(( What's Narnia? ))

(( Let me Google it for you. http://lmgtfy.com/?q=Narnia There. :3 ))

(( lol, would you like me to start or will you? Cause I fail at writing long descriptive rp starters...... ))

(( PFFFFT Italy xDD And I don't know. I can start if you want :DD ))

(( Yush. Do it. Start. lol ))

(( X3 Yeah, sure, you can start if you want Ireland~. :3 ))

(( So uh.. Is anyone going to start? ;w; ))

(( I would but I fail at starting rp's. :I especially ones I didn't have the idea for. XD ))

(( Fine. I'll think up of a starter then. How about nearly everyone is forced into a game of hide-and-seek? 8D /shot ))

(( lolwut? I'm confused~. START THOUGH. PLEASE. ))

(( Fine, fine. ;w; I'll be female too 'cause I can. ｜D ))

"OK! Everyone start hiding!" Spain called out, turning her head to the wall by her, then wrapping her arms above her head so the others would less likely suspect her of cheating. Everyone ( And by everyone, I mean those who want to be in the RP and is not already in Narnia. ) was somehow managed to be dragged into a game of Hide-and-Seek, and Spain was chosen to be the seeker of the first round of the game game.
"One!" she yelled loudly enough that those one floor away would be able to hear. "Two! Three! Four!"she called in the same tone, continuing this until she came to the number 50 and stopped. "Ready or not, Here I come!" she called.

Why was she here again?

Armenia scuffled down the hallways of the immense mansion searching for a hiding spot. She turned to see if any of the other nations had followed down her path. All was silent. Silent save for Spain's counting echoing off the old and decrepit walls of the mansion. She continued running down the hallway she was currently in. She searched room after room for a hiding-spot. To her surprise, many of the rooms were barren, had no good places for hiding, or were just plain creepy. Actually, this whole mansion seemed a bit creepy. Despite the size of the mansion, she could not find a decent place to hide.

Oh, that's right. She was dragged along by her fellow nations. It's not that she didn't enjoy spending time with them, but hide-and-seek was not her forte. Despite being one of the World's oldest nations, she was quite clumsy, which really doesn't help when one is trying to play hide-and-seek.

Armenia cursed under her breath as she tripped over herself. Again. For a minute, she just lay there, contemplating how much time she had left before Spain came looking for her and the others. As she lay there she noticed that the floor here was dustier than the other places in the mansion she had been through. She hoisted herself up and peered into a few rooms. Yep. This place was definitely the older, or more unused than the other parts of the mansion.

"Ready or not, here I come!"

Armenia froze. 'Already?! Oh no, I have to find a hiding place, quickly!' She bolted back down the hallway and franticly began searching room after room, hallway after hallway, deeper into the depths of the mansion. Finally, she came upon a room with many sets of medieval armor placed against the dusty walls. Quickly, she scrambled over to one set of armor, squeezing herself inside so that she could just see out of the helmet's visor.

((I'm just assuming that this is happening in a mansion. Don't kill me please. ))

(( I need to post in this too~ ))

(( ... Then post. o3o ))

(( *Suddenly turns this into a human AU.* ))

Feliciano loved hide-and-seek, despite his age (14). He sped down the halls, searching each room he passes by to see which one would be best to hide in. The mansion owner's office? No. The bathroom? No. The painting gallery? No. The room he shared with a few others who lived in the mansion as well? No, Carmen is counting away in there. 'She's up to 30, he thought, [/i]' oh no! I have to hurry or I'll be found instantly!'[/i] He checked the eerie storage room... NO. NOT AT ALL. Indoor garden room? As much as he'd like to, no...

"Oh?" He muttered to himself as he peered into an old dusty room with some sort of medieval theme. He noticed one of his peers, Alisia was slipping into one of the suits of armor. As she slid into that, Feliciano decided to take refuge in a chest placed near the protective suit of metal. To his convenience, the chest was empty, save for a few blankets, and the young Italian could easily fit inside it. He could faintly here Carmen yell out "Ready or not, here I come!" through the wall of the room.

He kept the lid of the chest open just a crack, he wanted to be able to see outside and to breath clean air of course. But after a while, it began to grow boring, just sitting where he was. He looked up to the suit of armor Alisia was hiding in, and he tapped the wall of the chest roughly to catch the Armenian's attention. "Psssst!" He hissed. "How long do you think it'll take before she finds us?" The Italian asked.