Southern Italy didn’t like how this meeting was unraveling itself. Why couldn’t she just have stayed home for once? She could have just curled up in bed and slept throughout the day. She could have promised her brother that she wouldn’t leave—which she wouldn’t. Why would she leave? She could have been curled up in bed, then she could have gotten up and eaten and watched television. But she did suppose that meetings were important, and she had to attend them. A knock at the door sounded, making the Italian woman perk up. In came three more countries—her brother, Spain, and a scrawny hooded man. She knew who all three of them were, even if the last one was hard to recognize. [b]”It’s about time that he got out of his house.”[/b] South Italy told North, curling a strand of her hair around a finger. [b]”I was beginning to think that he was dead. C’mon, stop standing there like idiots and sit down already!”[/b]

America tossed Britain a scowl. Today just wasn’t his day, right? Maybe he should just leave. Truth be told, he wanted nothing more than to get up and go home. It was too cold and hostile here—they were blaming him for something that wasn’t entirely his fault. Thankfully, not that many nations were here and thus the meeting would be short. The mention of going out and getting drunk reached his ears, and he turned his head toward Spain. [b]”I’m not cheap.”[/b] he complained, looking much like a little kid at a rainy parade. [b]”But… I have to admit, I’d like to go and get a few drinks myself.”[/b]

Russia blinked when Spain sat next to him, kicking her feet up on the table and asking how he was. The silver haired giant of a man glanced down at her, offering her a smile. [b]”I’ll go and get a few drinks when I’m done here.”[/b] he told her. [b]”But seriously, some nations should learn how to respect their elders.”[/b] he turned his gaze back over to America, glowering for a moment, before looking back at Portugal. [b]”Wine sounds great, really, but I prefer some of the heavier stuff. I’ll make sure to try it, at least. I’ve heard that wine from your country is delicious.”[/b]

Germany, however, was quite irritated with the interruption. [b]”Now isn’t the time to talk about drinking and getting drunk. We’re in a meeting for God’s sake.”[/b] he looked at Iceland. [b]”Iceland,”[/b] he began. [b]”Do you have something to say?”[/b]