Roleplay Setting/Theme by NeverFORGETaboutME, journal
Roleplay Setting/Theme
[ It can be either in the 900's or in between of 900 to 1806 or modern day. But for modern day, he will most likely will be a memory, illusion, or a ghost, if one wishes him to be, or he can think he's still in the 900's.
The place can be anywhere, really, but it would make more sense if it was in Italy, Germany, Austria, Hungary, or France, due to the history behind the Holy Roman Empire.
He is still a small child as he was back then, depending on the roleplayer's wishes. If one wished for a specific date and place, please inform me so I can think of how Holy Rome will react.
... Does that make sense?
More will be added when more comes t
Anime Facts about HRE by NeverFORGETaboutME, journal
Anime Facts about HRE
[ All credits go to and was taken from http://hetalia.wikia.com/wiki/Holy_Roman_Empire/Chibitalia ]
Personality Resemblances;
There are personality similarities between Germany and HRE, the most obvious common trait being the expression they both carry most of the time. Holy Rome has a tendency to frown and he is serious just like the adult Germany, even though it's to a lesser extent because, unlike Germany, he is seen laughing once or twice. This may be due to the fact that he's still a child and, most probably, he has roughened as he grew up and matured. HRE is also seen to be quite strict, ambitious and determined when he's taking decis
((Please don't use my writing without permission~~Thank You for visiting!~))
Name:: Aurthur Kirkland
Age::15
Gender::Male
Sexuality::Bisexual
Nationality:: English/British
Hair Color:: Bleach Blonde
Eye Color:: Evergreen
D.O.B:: April 23rd
Allergies:: Hamburgers, dogs
Personality::Quiet, Intellectual, Slight Temper
Occupation::Highschool student
Story so far~
Part One
A light wind drifts through the dead hallways, dying before it reaches the end. 'A few more steps..' I encourged myself forward toward the dormatories. "A few more steps, then I can c-cry..." I whispered silently to the dead breeze.
I was so sick of this game, why couldn't it just end already?! My steps quickened with the pace of my useless anger. In the next few steps I ran straight into his path.
He gave me an evil grin, " Oh there you are Artie, you almost had me worried there," his grin widened, "Almost~"
As he spoke to me he tracked me back into a corner and slapped his hand on the wall inches from my face. A small whimper sounded through the empty space, it must have come from me because his grin went crooked.
"Oh Artie, didn't think I would forget about you now, did you?~"
He continued to taunt me, calling me his 'Little lamb' and 'Artie.' I let all emotion drain out of my face as he carried on and eventually got pissed with my irresponsive behavior. He started to get physical again and I struggled to keep up my act. It was so hard not to cry sometimes. He finally got bored of my existance and left. I wept in the middle of the corrider until my tears went dry.
'All I need is one person to need me, then I'll be happy...Like mum said..."
((W-I-P))
~Theme Song~
My tears don't make me weak, they mean I have a heart
(Aurthur needs some family my faithful watchers!~ He didn't just poof from nothingness one delightfully rainy day, so please feel free to add yourself!~)
Family (WIP)
!anatawadaiskidesu (https://www.deviantart.com/anatawadaiskidesu) (younger sister)
Friends (WIP)
:iconsmiling-is-my-forte:
*blinks and turns his head some to the right in question* Well...Alright then... if you're sure... farewell then, miss...It was a pleasure.. *turns to leave*
Beatrice used magic to make herself invisible as she watched Arthur get picked on....again. It was very sad for her to watch. What had he done? It was so cold and cruel. But unfortunately, she had to hide herself until they were alone. He needed a friend, and she was the one who wanted to give him that. She changes into her golden butterfly form and stands on top of the locker that was the near them watching and waiting for the right time.
(( O gosh! It's so pretty!~ >u< This is awesome, my first crossover rp!~))
Arthur wiped any stray tears streaking down his face and lifted himself from the floor. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being tormnted like that, he just needed to let himself cry every once and a while. He made his way down the west corridor and stopped at his locker on the way to drop off a few of his school books. He was doing this absently however, since there was a lot on his mind. He shut his locker lightly and began down the corridor again still deeply invelupt in his thoughts.