Several loud cracks resounded from Prussia's back due to the pressure of Spain's hug. It only made her grin widen at the sound as she let the man twist around in her grasp to hug her properly. "It's been ages!" she exclaimed, tilting her head up to dig her chin into his torso in order to look up at his face properly. How long had it been exactly since they last met? A few weeks? A month? Several months? It was way too long and Spain could barely stand still now, practically vibrating as she continued to cling to Prussia. 

"Oooh! You can stuff me into your suitcase again and smuggle me across the borders!" She had nothing else planned, or nothing serious that a few days in Germany wouldn't cause any problems. Spain almost laughed at the memory of the one time Prussia and France did stuff her into a large suitcase and tried to get her through the airport. The security had not been pleased. 

"Sí, Francia is here somewhere-" Her words were cut short as- speak of the devil- France spoke up and sauntered over them. Spain twisted her head around to grin at him, removing one arm from around Prussia's waist and offered it out to the Frenchman. "Come here and join the cuddle-puddle!" she demanded, waving her hand to the man for him to hurry it up already. "And everyone's planning on going to get drinks! Well, practically everyone, so we can poke fun at your brother and steal England's cane, and other things!" Well, she wasn't sure who exactly was coming- just about everyone, really- so she could care less. 

North Italy hopped down the steps, only glancing over at France as he went over to join Spain and Prussia before he caught sight of Germany's back. "Germany!" he called, almost slipping as he scurried to catch up. "Germany, wait up!" he swooped in beside the German, reaching out and looping his arm through one of the German's own, not even taking into consideration that the man might not want to be touched. Northern Italy liked touching people... 

"Are you coming with everyone else for drinks?" he asked, smiling curiously at the man. "We can be friends for one evening, no?" He tugged on the man's sleeve slightly. "We can have Spagna to pay for the drinks! She offered, so she has the bill!" Wasn't that how it went? Although he doubted Spain would even consider paying for it all. She would, but not before trying to sneak out the backdoor to escape the bill.