So this is, like, the results of a mutual roleplay with FallenwaterTheFallen. As of now I am all the Hetalia characters and she is all the Gray Garden characters, and we decided to post this roleplay because, well, why not? My apologies if any of the formatting is not up to scratch.
May 19, 2016
"Macarona~"
"G-Gah! R-Rawberry! Don't do that!"
The two girls were playing in Apple park. It was early morning, and there was no school today. Their other friends were busy getting other apple pie ingredients while the two present were requested to get the apples.
Not a hard job. Apple Park contained apples everywhere. On the ground, On the trees, laying on branches...everywhere!
The children found themselves taking longer then they thought, mainly because Rawberry would become distracted and rush off to eat something other than apples or just simply scare the white wings off Macarona.
Macarona was a young girl angel who has no visible halo above her head. Her skin was white. She had long brown hair going past her shoulders and reaching to her mid-back, topped with a green ivycap with a red stripe and cross on it. She also wore a sailor uniform the same shade of green, accented with red crosses and stripes. On her back was a big long ribbon, it's ends also decorated with green crosses.
To top it all off, she wore diamond patterned tights coupled with black Mary-Jane shoes, again, accented with white crosses.
"How many apples do you have, Rawberry? I only have ten..."
The demon girl closed her eyes with a friendly grin, she seemed deep in thought. "Hmm~ ...Five."
Rawberry had no visible horns, unlike most demons. She had long pink hair, tied up into a ponytail with a bat hair-tie. Her eye color was a darker shade than her hair. She wore a knee length, frilly white dress with a smaller one on top, a bat-like brooch adorning her neck. On the cuffs of her sleeves, a heart symbol could be seen. She also wore white tights with black Mary-Jane shoes.
"I think we're done. Let's go back already...I'm still hungry..."
Macarona squeaked. "W-Why do you have blood all over your mouth?!"
Rawberry blinked and wiped it off with a white hand before smiling sweetly. "Oh, this?"
She kept smiling, not noticing her best friend shiver. "I found a wandering rabbit! What luck huh?"
Macarona silently prayed for the poor lost soul.
"We should go back now~" Rawberry cooed.
Macarona was about to protest. "B-But we didn't collect..."
The demon waved the other off. "We have enough, we don't need twenty anyways."
The angel shyly shuffled on the ground. "O-Ok..." she said in a small voice.
"Let's go then, shall we?" The pink haired demon took Macarona's hand and tugged her along out of the Park and to the village. It would be a sort of long walk, but not too long. Rawberry didn't want to fly.
The angel smiled as she was pulled along. Another great day...she was glad she could spend her days with her friends. School was fine, and Macarona always visited Blancblack castle.
That was where the god and devil lived. The two are very nice.
Etihw –the god– was always cheerful and laid back.
While, Kcalb –the devil– was super quiet but he had that 'Respect' aura around him. He was...actually very intimidating, but Lady Etihw always said how much of a softie he was…And that Kcalb loved sweets?
Macarona remembered the devil had fled from the castle for a while after Etihw spilled some memories to the group. The laughing god then ran after him. It was awkward...but Yosafire broke the silence by screaming out "They're so in love!"
Yes...I love all of my friends… The angel smiled and closed her eyes while the two walked. Life was great…
"Oh?" Rawberry stopped walking.
Macarona looked at the pink haired demon. "What?"
Rawberry scooped something off the ground. "Lookie~"
Macarona looked closely at the...creature –bug!
The angel then screamed and ran the opposite direction from Rawberry and the worm. "Keep it away!"
Much to the angel's displeasure, her best friend just laughed and chased her with it. "Come on! Wormie just wants to be friends~"
"TELL IT WE CAN'T BE FRIENDS!" The young angel screamed before running off in a random direction, she made scared noises from the sound of a closing-in Rawberry. "STAY AWAAAAY!"
"Nope~"
This went on for a little while longer, before the young angel tripped and fell…into a large hole she was pretty sure has not been there before.
"Eep!" The angel became too scared to fly, her white wings folding in on herself as she fell, letting out a cry of shock. She heard a sharp yell (most likely from Rawberry) but the angel didn't bother responding, she couldn't move.
The pit seemed endless... her eyes were closing.
H-Huh...?
Rawberry held Macarona close while the two were falling together, the pink haired looked almost determined (A rare expression) to protect the angel from whatever should be found below, too late to fly back up. The hole seemed to have closed on them...?
Macarona felt safe despite the height from this fall… so she fell asleep, in her best friend's arms.
OoooOoooOooo
"Hey. Macarona. Wake up. Hey." The demon stared at the sleeping angel's face. Rawberry thought of an idea to wake her up and grinned playfully, whispering "I'll feed you the worm~!"
"KYA!" The angel jolted awake with a much paler face even with her whitish skin. Fearful eyes glanced to the other "A-ah..."
"See~ You're fine~ Don't just sleep on me like that. It's rude." Rawberry smiled sweetly.
Macarona glanced around. "W-Well...s-sorry...Rawberry, where are we...? This isn't..."
The angel was slightly trembling but Rawberry paid no mind to it. Macarona did this often, usually bursting into tears though.
The demon girl shrugged and glanced around with a lazy expression. "No idea..."
They seemed to be on a large, slightly rusted sheet of metal surrounded by the ocean. Notice, the large metal sheet was several hundred feet above the ocean and supported by concrete pillars.
There were fragile-looking tangle of ropes and planks hanged off the side near one of the supports. A small boy was perched atop it, a bucket at his side and a trowel in one hand. He seemed to be patching up a hole in the large concrete pillar, whistling to himself as he did. He wore a blue naval hat and sailor's suit, and seemed completely oblivious to the presence of the two girls.
The pink haired demon pulled Macarona to her feet. Then Rawberry pointed around the place in her one spot, sharing her already observed information. Rawberry watched as her angel friend dusted herself off before asking a question.
"...So where exactly is this?" Macarona whispered to Rawberry, the young angel unsure if she wanted the boy down near one of the supports to hear them. "This place is weird..." She didn't mean to already say something bad about this…metal island, but Macarona just found it weird for a small place to be on the ocean with supporting metal. Wouldn't it all eventually rust away?
Rawberry put a finger to her chin, an slight odd look in her pink eyes. "Lets go ask him then." the demon suggested, motioning to the one patching up the hole.
"B-But..." Macarona didn't want to go talk to some stranger! Even if he did look just about their age- "Ah...!"
Rawberry seemed to have already jetted off, skipping slightly in her steps. The demon was humming a tune, an happy expression on her pale face. As if she didn't just leave her best friend in the dust.
Macarona stared a few moments in shock before running after her pink haired friend. "W-wait for meeee!" she squeaked out, trying not to trip on nothing or anything on the surface.
She finally caught up with the demon. The only positive thing was Yosafire's absence. She's…really…really harsh on boys. Macarona has been trying to find out why, nothing turned up. Yosafire always treated them differently and almost disrespect, the demon only respected a certain few. Rawberry's voice snapped Macarona's out of her thoughts.
"Yo! What is this place? ...Are you a sailor?" The demon waved at the boy, the last question made Rawberry wonder if they had any seafood. She has always been snacking on land creatures after all. Seafood would be a nice change of pace.
The small boy looked up at the duo, then blinked and waved, smiling happily. "Heeeey! It's nice to meet you, I'm Sealand and this is my country! What are you doing here?!" he called back cheerily, putting the trowel down and swinging his legs slightly.
The cheerful attitude took Macarona back, she blinked once in confusion. Does he… not get many visitors?
Then after a few moments Macarona shuffled shyly but didn't look away. "My name is...M-Macarona." The red-eyed girl fiddled her fingers.
The pink haired girl gave a small snap of her fingers, flashing him a toothy grin. "S'up then, Sealand. I'm Rawberry." A moment of silence. "Any seafood here? Oh, and we just happened to jump here." Rawberry only grinned the slightest bit more.
Macarona almost groaned at her friend's question for food. ...Didn't she just eat a while ago? Then Macarona remembered the bunny and she couldn't help the saddened expression on her face.
Poor bunny...
"Nice to meet you, Sealand..." Then Macarona stared him in surprise.
"This place is a country?"
The small boy looked flustered. "Of course it's a country! It's the best country in the world, no matter what that jerkface Britain says!" he blurted defensively, turning red as he angrily waved his arms above his head.
"And I don't know if we have any seafood, I'd have to check the cupboards." he added as an afterthought, scratching his head as he instantly calmed down.
The angel slightly flinched at Sealand's little outburst but relaxed when he calmed down. Macarona sighed and put a hand to her heart in relief.
Rawberry, however, found this amusing. "Jerkface? This guy must be one if he gets you upset." she muttered. Maybe she was trying to sympathize, Macarona didn't notice. One of the demon's normal smiles took place on her face. A sharp tooth sticking out from the corner of her mouth. "You don't need too, I won't waste your time." Rawberry added smoothly before taking a glance around the metal place, looking out for something. "Nice place." The pink haired demon may, or may not be looking for seagulls right now.
Macarona finally noticed something, and frowned slightly. "You don't have any wings or horns..." she muttered in question to Sealand. The red eyed girl quietly wondered about a few possibilities for this occurrence.
Sealand blinked twice, the little ribbon at the end of his sailor's cap fluttering slightly in the breeze as he stared up at the duo. "Why would I have horns? Or wings, for that matter?" he asked curiously, and then before either of the girls could answer, grabbed one of the ropes and began to haul. " 'Ang on a second, I'm coming up!" He began pulling on the fragile-looking mass of weathered planks and tangled ropes, slowly hauling the lot of it up to the metal base and then grabbing some kind of rung, climbing up to the top of the metal island and dusting off his sailor's suit busily. He then turned and beamed at the both of them.
"So, you said something about wanting to get food?"
Rawberry spoke up first before Macarona could pink eyes lighting up with possibly glee."Definitely. I'm starving, you see?" She reasoned with an almost hopeful but more of a puppy eye'd face.
Macarona gaped at her friend. "Rawberry! You just ate!" The angel protested. However, it seemed Rawberry was having none of it.
"That was just a snack."
"That cute bunny was NOT a snack!" Macarona shrieked that comment out last minute before realizing she spoke out in a rude way. In retaliation for her mistake, the angel quickly ran, but not too far. Only 5 yards. The young angel hid her face in embarrassment, sniffling slightly at the memory of a lost bunny that probably gotten lost, ending up at the wrong place at the wrong time. Her white feathery wings drooped slightly.
The angel silently grieved for the small creature and ignored the slight snicker she caught from the demon before Rawberry quickly covered it with a yawn.
Rawberry turned to Sealand with that same smile. "S'rry about that. She's fine, Macarona is just a little too sensitive. She gets like that sometimes." The demon explained smoothly. "She hasn't eaten anything either for the day." Which brings up the question, did they lose their apples...?
Sealand blinked for a moment, then puffed out his chest importantly. "Well, I can't have two ladies starving on my country! C'mon, I'll show you around!" he said cheerfully, turning and waving them towards a large steel compound perched on top of the metal sheet.
Macarona –after a few more seconds of grieving– made it back to Rawberry's side. The young girl looked better now, besides the frown she had, but it lifted upwards quickly.
Rawberry laughed softly at Sealand's enthusiasm. "Sounds fun." She looked to Macarona. "Sorry I upset you, Macarona. Didn't mean it, really..." Rawberry found it awkward when actually apologizing…which proves to be sincere.
Macarona lifted her head slightly with a smile, nodding. Hopefully Rawberry could get her eating habits in control! Starting with banning all the weird stuff (Aka Bunnies, Lambs etc).
"I can't stay mad at you, Rawberry!" She chirped with a smile –in which Rawberry smiled back– before going to view the large steel compound. Macarona glanced at Sealand with a small frown. "I have a question...why is this...country full of metal? Won't it rust away?"
While the brown haired girl was talking, Rawberry already made it in front of the metal compound, poking it once to make sure it was real. Weird place… the demon commented to herself.
The boy looked depressed at the "rust away" comment. "Well not if I take really good care of it…" he mumbled, a gloom cloud hanging about him. Sealand turned and began to walk towards the compound, muttering to himself under his breath.
"Stupid jerk Britain not allowing me to be part of international affairs, I'll show him who's a micronation, just wait, one of these day I'll be even bigger than America and then we'll see who's too little for being a country…" he ranted quietly, rubbing his hands together like a miniature evil genius as the gloom cloud turned into a doom apologies if
Macarona was about to apologize, not meaning to depress Sealand, but she flinched when the young angel sensed a different atmosphere coming from the other and started shuddering a bit. "S-Sorry..." she stammered out quietly while trailing after the boy. She became too frightened to figure out what Sealand was muttering. Macarona sweatdropped and sighed. While following, she wondered what her other friends could be up too. Did they notice the two of them weren't back yet?
Rawberry was impatient, so she already found her way inside the compound. That explained the girl's disappearance.
12.44 PM, USA Central Time
