Denmark watched them go, and then chuckled and shook her head. Those three were up to something. And she wasn't hurt that they didn't want them around to be a part of it. She turned back to Macau and Portugal, bright blue eyes spotting Iceland as he spoke. She waved him over. "Would you like to join us, Ice?" She asked him. England had just gone off - her eyes swept the small group. No-one who would usually aggravate her. "And you, England? Would you like to join us?" The other woman looked so alone, walking off into a cloudy night...

France was relieved to be taken away - it wouldn't have been nearly so fun with that crew! He too walked away, putting his own arm around Prussia's shoulder. "Oui, you are correct," he agreed. "Knowing Germany, he will be on zhe soonest flight home! Come, I know where the station is." He looked across at the group, waiting for the confirmation that he could lead them there. It was lucky that it wasn't too far away...