England climbed the stairs and pushed open the door.
"Hey! England! I thought you were dead!" France said tipsily.
"More like you wished..." England muttered under his breath.

I slip into the background watching the interaction, I didn't think I could handle people civily right now, too confused.

"Okay. I dare you to make out with Russia while Belarus is watching." Prussia said.
Spain and France fell over laughing.

She pulled a blank, "Make out? You mean kiss?" she stood up, "Is Russia even back yet?"

"France. Go home. You're drunk." England sighed. He sat down at the table and pulled out his book.

Slightly relieved the situation wouldn't escelate I went to get some food

"Making out is more like... kissing with passion..." France said.
"If Russia's smart, he'll hide." Prussia snorted.
Russia came in, dressed in his usual long coat and scarf. He looked pretty tired. "Belarus tried to rip my clothes off again." he said, matter-o'-factly.
"No surprise there." Spain laughed. He glanced at Taithlon.

She gave a glance at Japan, he'd probably throw a fit. She was surprised he hadn't said something. Taithlon very gingerly stepped up to her big brother and stood on her tip toes, wrapping her arms around his neck and just went for it, but pulled away as soon as possible, she then let out a whimper of fear.

America was stuffing his face with all of Germany's potato-related snacks.


I sniff disdainfully, could he not do anything with a bit of dignity and manners I do take some food though.

Russia's face was really red. Belarus walked out of the room to get her carving knives and Japan went off to commit Hara-kiri.