Thief (RP)

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((AMERICA RP))

[TWO DAYS AGO]
3:00 PM [1500 Hours]
"HANDS UP!"  A masked robber shouted, pointing a gun at the bank teller.  "This is a stickup!  All citizens, get on the ground!  Bank-teller, I have a better task for you.  Put the money in the bag! NOW!" 
 He held out the bag to the bank teller, but his hand was shaking.  It was clear that he wasn't used to this, nor did he want to do it.  
Being held at gunpoint made the bank teller quickly cave into the robber's offers.  He quickly handed over all the money in the cash register and put it into the bag.  The masked thief immediately left, running as fast as he could away from the scene.  His gloved hands were warm, yet they were still shaking from what he had to just do...

1:00 PM [1300 Hours]
~2 Hours Before~
America looked over the hospital bed at Canada.  He put his hand on his brothers head and sighed. The Canadian had been in here ever since he got bit by a car.  He was harshly knocked to the ground and the car proceeded to run him over by accident as the woman at the wheel panicked.
Now Canada was in the hospital, eyes closed-- he was in a coma.  He had three cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a broken leg and extreme bruising and cuts all over his body.  
America brushed his brothers hair out of his face and sighed in defeat.  He didn't know what to do.  He was in enough debt as it was.  There was no way that the bank would lend him money with his horrendous credit score (billions of dollars in debt!  The bank would have a stroke!) and he didn't have enough money to pay for Canada's bills. 
It was only when he got home and flipped on the television that he got an idea.  It was a terrible idea, but it would pay for the bills and Canada would definitely be okay.  

2:45 [1445 Hours]
America put the ski mask on and bit his lip, looking at the bank.  He shook his head lightly and sat in his car, making sure that it would remain started when the job was done.  After 10 minutes after fixing up the car, he finally went inside and pointed the gun at the bank-teller.  
"HANDS UP!  This is a stick-up!"  He shouted.

PRESENT DAY 

9:00 AM [0900 Hours]
The American sighed as he held out the money to the doctor to pay for his brothers care. It was $1500 because Canada needed extra care in his coma to make sure he would still be functioning when he woke up.  Now Alfred had enough money.  He had just enough to last the next few days.  Unfortunately, Canada wouldn't wake up in just a few days.  The doctors predicted he would wake up in a few weeks.  Needless to say, America would be forced to continue stealing.  
The hero.  Stealing.
That was a strange twist of fate.
But it was for a good cause, so it was okay.  ....Right?

4:00 PM [1600 Hours]
America pulled up into the parking lot of another bank on the outskirts of town.  He took out his unloaded gun (he definitely wasn't going to load it in fear that he would panic and hit the trigger) and shakily held it in his grasp.  Dammit he was the hero.  How did it come down to this?

4:30 PM [1630 Hours]
"Everybody FREEZE!"  The masked man shouted as he pointed the unloaded gun at everyone.  "Citizens on the ground!"  He spoke shakily as he made his way to the bank teller.  "Get the money.  Put it in the bag."  He said.  The bank teller immediately did as told, but had hit a button under the desk- a silent alarm to notify the police what was going on.
You were doing a withdrawal when the masked robber bursted in.
Wait a second... That voice sounded familiar....
What do you do?  Has the hero defected to the side of villainy?

((If you're a Canada rper (cuz I know I at least have one of those, here's a special addition to the rp starter))

PRESENT DAY 

6:00 PM [1800 Hours]
America sat to the side of his brothers bed in a chair.  He took off his glasses and wiped them off with his shirt.  He didn't realize his brother had opened his eyes and was staring at him.  Putting the glasses back on his face, he blinked at his brother, mouth agape.  
"MATTHEW!"  He shouted in shock.  "You're awake!!"

((Part of 100 themes challenge.  79. Thief
Basic idea was graciously given by :iconthe--forgotten--one:)) 


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((Dweeh...bro, thats just too good! I cant refuse RP at thus))
Xonia entered in the patient's room, casually, as she always did. She rose the notebook which was always on the table and read every single detail.  Since few soliders died in her arms in the second war, she could not afford loosing others. She was a doctor, fact which should make her imune to pain and sufferince.  But it did not work like this in her case.
She walked closer and brushed the man's hair. His name was Matthew and he was beautiful.Even if he was in coma, he had had a childish smile on his face.  She smiled and took a deep breath. The multiple injuries he had would leave him a constant but silencious pain. She checked the level of oxigen and salt in his blood. He was ok.
A flash passed through her mind. A cold rain. Darkness. In the middle of the war.  He, holding her hand.
"Alfred....Amore....please dont leave me here.."
"Oh....Love, I cant. I am sorry. But I willl come back to you.I promise"
But he never did. They told her that he was killed by three bullets.
She lowered her look and whiped the tears. Matthew was fine. He would wake up in at least three days. But her heart couldnt forgive and forget the american solider. 
Her aspect did not change at all. Her blonde locks were fallig in waterfalls over her shoulders. Her skin was sparkling in a rose note. Her eyes were still coloured in a turquise blue. And her lips were still curled in a shy smile.
She turned around, noticing that someone was preparing to enter.

((Sorry necause I wrote soo much))