"Eto schitayetsya ofitsial'nym yazykom biznesa." Lithuania said.

(It is considered the official language of business.)

Northern Alps smirked in a lopsided sort of way and ran around, staying just out of the range of her knife before attacking from behind.

(Have you figured out his strategy?)

This time I expect it and whip around with my dagger, I keep one foot firmly planted while the other light and ready to pivot

Taithlon opened her eyes and looked up before exploding, 'Vasi! If I don't get my hands on you for toying with that traitor big brother most certainly will! I swear if my gun wasn't out there.. ow!' her eyes were seriously stinging from the dark and opening them, she could feel them burning as she let out a hiss of pain, but insisted on keeping them open. She'd gotten a headache herself from shouting so loud telepathically.

"What?!" America exclaimed in falsetto. He hid his face and leaned on England. "Engwand! Help mwe!"

I laugh at his reaction and make sure not to look at Russia, I am about to spin the bottle when I hear Taith exclaim in pain. I look towards the closet my hands itching to let her out right away "Are you alright? do you want me to get youu out"

Israel cut a deep gash in Northern Alps' arm. He snickered and stabbed his sword into the ground. "First person to draw blood is the winner. You've beaten me. However, your journey through the Alps will not be a safe one." he said.

'it was a good fight." I concede and grin wave goodbye then carry on with my journey, being careful where i step

She rubbed her eyes and looked down, keeping them closed, 'ow.. no.. Kikus already going to bite my ear off..'

"Taith..." I say uneasily, I could tell she was in pain I look to Prussia "How much longer do they have" I motion to the closet

The door was opened up and Lithuania ran out of the closet before hiding behind a sofa.
"Okay! Next is France and England." Prussia said with a look of disgust. "Jeez Hungary, really?"
England walked into the closet and Prussia tossed in Franchicken after him.
For seven minutes straight there was non-stop screeching and yelling.
Finally, England came out covered in feathers and scratches. Behind him was a human France. England had turned him back into a human after he realised that he had given France a weapon.