[color=ed1c24][center][i][h1]Britain's House[/h1][/i][/center][/color]

[@Dannyrulx][@Lady Selune][@SillyGoy][@OfWindAndRain]
The night had grown ever colder, as a rainstorm began brewing in the heavens above. Footsteps clacked loudly against the asphalt as Russia approached the home of Britain. The Ice Queen ascended the steps, meeting a locked door, but  quickly eyeing one of Britian's housemates from within.

"Ireland, open the door"

Before the leprechaun had a chance to engage her in conversations about alcohol, Russia strutted past him, making her way towards the man she was here to see. The room was thick with tension, thicker than that acidic black ooze Ireland there kept trying to pass off as a drink. It was clear that someone had crashed the little meeting that Britannia was conducting here.

"Am I late for the festivities?" Russia blurted out as she walked regalty into the room. Britain had assembled quite the motely crew here. Russia eyed them all as she accounted for each face. 

"Anglija, Amerika, Kanada," her voice and gaze stopping for a moment as they met with the token asian in the room, "Japanija". She held her gaze for a few seconds, before returning the attention to Britain.

"I am here to announce that I have finalized by alliance with Serbija, and will be aiding him in his war to free Bosnia." Russia tossed her hair back out of her face carelessly, "As I am sure you are aware, Anglija, your lover, Frantsija is my ally, and when Serbija begins the liberation, Germanija will retaliate. We have an agreement, that when Erika attacks either one of us, we will respond in turn. And with your alliance to Frantsija, well, I am simply being curtious enough to tell you to prepare for war inmediately."