Spain grinned over at the Englishwoman, the thinly covered insult not seeming to dim her smile. "You world would be boring as hell without fire without me! Someone has to keep you from being downright depressing." She stuck her tongue out in defiance. Spain and England's relationship was. tense at best. There was the thing with the Armada, and squabbles over territory, and other things and stuff she didn't feel like remembering at the moment, so she hated the other woman just to spite her. Well, not exactly hate, but mutual dislike was probably the best to describe the situation between them. 

Rolling her eyes, Spain ignored England in favor of turning her never fading grin to Denmark at her agreement of joining in the drinks later. Meetings were an utter bore when they weren't fighting over something, and that's why she came- to make things interesting and veer as far as topic as possible and see the results. So far, her voice of drunken reason seemed to do everyone good. 

A familiar call dragged her attention from Denmark and towards someone that made her smile become more genuine, almost breaking her face. "Portgual! Cómo estás, mi amigo? Lining your pockets with gold, are you?" She laughed at his words of wine, waving a hand to brush it away. "Sí, sí, you can pick my pockets later of all my loose change. Now don't you bite England's head off without me!" Maybe she can convince him to egg the stuck-up English git's house later...

Oh, and America wanted a good stiff drink later too! Ah sweet, her drinking group was expanding! 

Spain looked up at the large country seated beside her, craning her neck to actually see his face. "Respect is earned, not given," she said sagely, patting the giant nation's arm. "Or a good beating will do to get rid of the rebellious tendencies. Although some people find that kinky, so I have no idea if that will actually work." She waggled her eyebrows before rolling her eyes at Germany as he spouted out in his usual I-am-serous-and-everyone-listen-to-me tone of voice. She heaved a sigh, rocking back on the hind legs of the chair as she folded her hands behind her head. 

Meanwhile Northern Italy smiled over at his sister. "He isn't, so it's good!" He did start though when the female Italian told her to sit down. "Oh! Sí, of course! Come on, Vati, you can sit between us." He gently tugged the other man, who had pulled the hood low over his face again to hide under towards the table, seating him down beside South before taking the chair on Vatican's other side for himself. The other man curled in on himself, shivering slightly as he sunk low in his chair, tempted to slide completely under the furniture and through the floor in order to get away from everyone. 

North sighed, patting the smaller man on the shoulder as he turned his attention to Iceland. "Oh Dios mío, if there's anything you need, Iceland, let me know, I'll try to help as much as I am able to!" Italy knew about volcanoes and their destructive tendencies. Although there won't be much he personally can do, but even if he was there just to be a presence to let Iceland know he wasn't alone would be enough, or so Northern Italy felt.