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Post by Malaysia on Jul 20, 2012 7:52:37 GMT -5
Malaysia sighed. She had enough courage to believe Singapore that the roof was totally safe. Ever since she came here, she has been hiding away on her bunk ((I really want Malaysia to have one)), afraid to leave the safety of the bunk. The only time she came out is when she need to eat or whatever things. Other than that she was under the blanket reading some books to calm herself down.
Malaysia looked around. There seems to be no one here so that means she was alone. Well not really alone."Nice weather today huh?" A soft and gentle young voice asked. Malaysia looked to the left at where the voice was coming from. It was just a little ghost holding a teddy bear. She floated nearer to her.
"Yeah so it is." Malaysia replied, patting the ground beside her. The little ghost floated there and sat down. She started looking at the sunset. Malaysia couldnt help but pity the little ghost. She had lost her body like every single one of her people. Making her cant eat or sleep. "Hey Malaysia, i want to go home." The ghost said, "Mommy and daddy are at home and im stuck here. I really want to see them again." She started to cry softly.
Malaysia patted her head. She understands how the ghost feel, but there was nothing she can do about it. She wanted to make the ghost happy. Malaysia took out her guitar and started stumming it. "Ghost, which country are you from?" Malaysia asked sweetly.
"Ca..Canada... Why did you ask?" the ghost stopped crying and looked up. "Well since you won't have any idea of this song i will sing it in english." Malaysia replied. Slowly, Malaysia started stumming the guitar, making a sweet tune.
Malaysia start singing the song. "Dont you worry, my sweet keluraga ((family)). The sun is setting, but its alright. Mr Sun is going to sleep, while Ms Moon is preparing to shine. Sleep well, my sweet keluraga. Sleep well..." Malaysia continued until the whole song ended. By the time the song ended, the ghost was gone.
Malaysia smiled. " 'To make a ghost return home, you must make them smile and accept their fate.' That was what big brother Thailand told me. Little girl, have fun at home." She remembered the time when Philipines and Thailand visited her for the first and last time.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 20, 2012 13:49:54 GMT -5
((Screw hiatus. I'm jumping in right now.))
Spain had been wandering around on the rooftop during his break and had been casually humming something or other he made up on the spot (probably some old hymn he had forgotten about) when he heard a familiar yet unusual sound.
A guitar.
In truth, he kind of missed playing the instrument and had no idea that someone even HAD one in the warehouse. Where was he when they brought it?! An inner voice told him probably off doing something or other or taking a siesta.
He walked closer to the source of the sound, curiosity growing with every step. When he finally did, he saw an unfamiliar nation, sitting on the edge of the roof and singing a lullaby.
Huh... I wonder who she's singing to. He wondered as he leaned against the nearby wall of the greenhouse. He heard her say something about a little girl, but she was the only one on the roof (aside from him). Maybe she's like Eyebrows and can see stuff like that.
Smiling to himself, he walked over and tapped the girl's shoulder, waving a bit. "Hola, chica. What's a cute girl like you doing out here alone?"
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Jul 20, 2012 15:48:57 GMT -5
((mind if I join you?))
New Zealand slowly walked up the steps to the rooftop. He had been looking for Australia for about four hours now, at least it felt like four hours. Yet, his brother was no where to be found. Was Ozzy hiding from him on purpose? It doesn't matter anyway, he was independent and could do whatever he wanted. He would just have to make his own friends.
Once he reached the rooftop, a soft melody hit his ears. It sounded like music, but he couldn't be sure. New Zealand didn't recognize the instrument that was being played, another disadvantage for being isolated for so long. It sounded beautiful, and he couldn't help but be drawn to the source of the music.
When he got closer, he saw two countries. A young girl was sitting on the ledge of the roof, and an older looking country was standing behind her. At least, he looked older than New Zealand. It almost looked like they were on a date, and he had recently learned another meaning to that word. He didn't want to stick around and watch them kiss, especially if it was on the lips. He almost puked thinking about such a thing. However, he didn't want to keep walking around all by himself. Maybe they would want to play with him?
New Zealand started to run over to where the other countries were, but stopped before he got to close. He had thought of a wonderful plan. Slowly, he tip-toed over behind the male country and shouted "HELLO!"
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 20, 2012 19:23:05 GMT -5
((lols Spain and of course NZ!!! All are welcome))
As soon as she feard the sound of someone behind her. Malaysia gave a soft scream, as if someone surprised her which someone actually did. Malaysia's hands loosen the grip on her guitar, making it fall out of her hands and was now falling from the air. Malaysia eyes widened. She cannot loose her precious guitar yet. It is her only memory left.
"No!!!! My guitar!!" Malaysia screamed while trying to grab it. But her hands were to far away to get it. She wanted to jump off the roof to get it, but what would that little ghost that returned to her parents think when she sees her "commit suicide" for a guitar. Malaysia paused. The guitar will be gone. There was no way somebody and reach it now. Itwas a few inches of the ground. But then, something unbelievable happened.
The guitar did not hit the ground but instead flew up to her. From a clearer view, a adult ghost was bringing it to her.
Malaysia was shock and surprise. She had never seen an adult ghost before.
"Tha... Thank you." Malaysia said as she stand up and took it from him. "it is a plessure to help someone like you who saftely returned my daughter home. Thank you..." The ghost said, fading and contracting into the light.
Now that her guitars safe, she can return to the point.
Malaysia turned around, ready to talk to the "teen". Or so she thought. Right in front of her was a hazelnut haired ADULT. She had never seen him before. Can she trust him? Was he a friend of anyone she knows? Was he good?
"Um... i am... Um playing the guitar with a little ghost, b...but she left and her father came to help me get.. M..my guitar back." Malaysia said shyly. She wasnt good with talking to people like she used to, makng her more shy. "Um... Are you by any chance a friend of Singapore, South Korea or Austria?" Malaysia asked shyly. If he was a friend of any that mean that she will be ok talking to him.
Malaysia looked behind the hazelnut haired country. There was a blonde boy standing over there. Malaysia was ok with teens and children but not with aldults for some reason she cant understand. "H..Hi..." Malaysia said waving to him.
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Jul 20, 2012 19:49:29 GMT -5
New Zealand was a little disapointed that he hadn't been able to scare the older country. Maybe he would get a chance some other time. He peeked around the taller nation and saw a young girl country sitting on the ledge of the roof. He skipped over to the female country and sat down next to her. He smiled and said "My name is New Zealand, but you can call me NZ."
He thrush out his hand so that the other nation could shake his hand. "Did you say that you're a friend of Singapore? I'm friends with Singapore, but I haven't met South Korea or Austria. Do you want to be my friend?"
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 20, 2012 20:57:54 GMT -5
Malaysia walked away from the edge of the roof, worried that if another person scares her she will fall to her death. Ghost can only hold non-living things not humans, they might accidentely pocess humans. Malaysia was worried with talking to new people. that was'nt the real her. She was surppose to be a loud mouth who likes making friends with people and anything alive (( most dead ones are ghost.)).
but now she was just afraid of everyone alive who isnt her friend. Malaysia wish to be back to normal.
The blonde country suddenly talking to her surprised her and she fell on the ground. Well at least she was far away from tge egde. she could have fall to her death. Malaysia looked at the blonde, who told her he was New zealand. Malaysia nodded her head accepting his"friend request" ((lol facebook)) .
He was friends with Singapore so it might be easy to become friends with him. Maybe being friends with him would help her with turning back to her old self.
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Jul 20, 2012 21:29:43 GMT -5
New Zealand assumed Malaysia's nod meant yes and he started to smile. He was so happy to make yet another friend. Maybe he didn't need Australia after all, he could take care of himself.
He stood up off of the edge of the roof and walked closer to Malaysia. "Need a hand?" asked New Zealand as he extended his hand for her to take. Hopefully this time she would accept it. If England had taught him anything, it was that a gentleman always helped a lady. He didn't want to seem rude to his new friend.
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 21, 2012 0:53:02 GMT -5
((lets wait for Spain to answer))
Malaysia blushed at the thought of getting helped by a guy. When she was normal, she always help the guys, not they help her. Thus making her a bit boyish. But NZ seems so nice. Maybe she should be a bit of a woman for one day. Malaysia gladly accepted his help and took his hand. Once she was on her feet, she dust off the dust on her skirt.
"Thanks..." Malaysia shyly said, hoping that he did not see her... Gah why was she thinking like this?! Malaysia looked at the hazelnut haired country.
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Post by [x] Spain on Jul 22, 2012 22:06:22 GMT -5
((Thanks~ TTwTT))
With a sigh, Spain ran a hand through his hair. Yep, she was certainly like Eyebrows. But instead of fairy woodland creatures she saw ghosts. He couldn't be too wierded out by that though, since sometimes he could see (well, really feel) them himself but just hearing that she was playing for them was a bit odd. Well, it wasn't like she was doing anything wrong...
"Ah, I'm Sing's superior and Austria's (slightly unwanted) friend. I'm Spain-"
He stopped himself short when he heard New Zealand try to surprise them. It didn't really work on his end since he had trained his ears since FOREVER to hear things early, but he was a little ashamed of himself for not grabbing that guitar earlier. Not that it was of any importance seeing as how it floated up (probably from that ghost she was talking about). Saying hello to Zea (NZ was a little hard for him to say) he looked back at the small girl. "You know," He said with a kind sparkle in his green eyes. "I didn't get your name. And I can't just keep calling you chica, after all."
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 23, 2012 6:59:06 GMT -5
((wow this is gonna be shor cus im running out of time before mom catches me... 0^0 Gomen))
Malaysia looked at the hazelnut haired country. So he's Singapore's superior so he must have a close connection with her. Malaysia hope that it was a good connection, for she doesnt want to be friend with an enemy of he best friend. "Hi Spain. My name is Malaysia. Nice to meet you!" Malaysia said normally as she stretch out her hand to shake it.
Gah she was acting formal again... This is soooooo not her. She was like that country named Demark, if she could remember, informal and loud and all the fun stuff. She gotta change back... Fast.
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Jul 23, 2012 20:40:42 GMT -5
"So, you said that instrument was a guitar right? I've never heard of that instrument before. It looks like a violin." asked New Zealand. "It sounded really pretty though." He had always loved instruments, especially the violin. Sure it wasn't his favorite hobby, learning to play an instrument is hard and it takes so much time and practice. Okay, so maybe he didn't enjoy playing insturments, but who didn't like listening to it?
"Do you know how to play any other songs?" questioned New Zealand. He was curious to learn more about this instrument now. He wondered what else he had been missing out on. He didn't like missing out on fun things.
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 23, 2012 21:11:02 GMT -5
"Um yeah its a guitar. It looks like a violin but sounds nothing like one actually." Malaysia said as she recalled the time when Philipines played it when they first met each other. Even though they are siblings, their bosses only allow them to visit each other once a year, making Malaysia very lonely. I suppose people thought that Malaysia had friends from very young but actually she never had alive friends, country or human. She was really lonely at home and she envy all the children in her village.
"Well, i taught myself some songs... Thats all actually." Malaysia said nervously. Not that she was bad at playing the guitar, but she was afriad to make mistakes. Even though Veitnam gave her the guitar, she never came back to teach Malaysia how to play it.
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Jul 23, 2012 21:42:32 GMT -5
"Could you possibly play one of your songs for me? Please?" asked New Zealand. He tried to make an impression of a kicked puppy face, although he could never make a better pouting face than Spain. Hey, a guy can try can't he? There wasn't a law against trying, or pouting. At least none that he was aware of.
This new instrument had caught all of his attention, which wasn't very hard considering how little his attention span was. He was simply mesmerized by it's beauty, both in sight and in sound. Not only did it sound beautiful, but it looked beautiful as well.
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Post by Malaysia on Jul 24, 2012 0:11:59 GMT -5
If NZ was an adult, she would had said no.
But Malaysia had a soft side for children and couldnt help but to say yes. It seems that if you want Malaysia to do something for you you would have to be a child or teen to do it.
"Um... Sure... Why not?" Malaysia said uneasily. She was defeated again. Malaysia brought the guitar up to her chest and hold it properly, then she started to strum the guitar. Making a beautiful melody. Malaysia tried not to make eyescontact with the other two countries, so she close her eyes and hum the tune.
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Post by [x] New Zealand on Jul 24, 2012 16:26:31 GMT -5
New Zealand almost jumped for joy when Malaysia said she would play another song. Of course, he didn't jump, that would be exactly what a child would do, and he certainly wasn't a child. That didn't stop him from being excited though.
He wasn't disappointed, the melody that Malaysia was playing was absolutely beautiful. It even seemed to sound better than the last song had sounded. You could feel the vibrations from the strings in the air, making a sort of humming sound if you listened close enough. He had found a new love today, and it was listening to this amazing instrument.
"I don't know much about the guitar, but this music is magnificant." Whispered New Zealand, he didn't want to spoil the music by talking, but he still wanted to give Malaysia a compliment. Although, he wasn't the best at whispering, or being quiet.
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