Denmark felt quite pleased that at least Iceland would be coming along for drinks. So he wouldn't take aid, but he would socialise. That was okay. She nodded as England made an excuse - she didn't take her for a drinking and hanging out sort of type. But then, surprisingly, Iceland darted forward. She knew that the two didn't really like each other, but it seemed that Iceland wanted to fix their relationship. Maybe it was the magic of her peaceful city of Copenhagen... Even Russia had come to join them. He did scare her a bit, with his height and unpredictability. But she smiled to herself, turning in the direction of The Longboat. "Of course you may join us! Let us go," she said, beginning to walk down the dark road.

France frowned again, his mouth turning down in a crescent. He knew Prussia. He knew how he deflected attention from himself. Simply looking at Spain, he just watched as she hurried forward. He doubted it was just an issue of not eating enough. It could also be the fact that he wasn't a country anymore. Sighing, he daintily jogged to the ticket office. He was willing to pay, as he knew the other two weren't as well-off as he. A minute later, he held in his hand three tickets. "Come, let us go, mes amis," he declared, holding theirs out to him. "Time to crash at the German's place!"