Arriving at the place

[America]

Alfred's offer to carry luggage didn't get much of a response from Japan. Maybe the poor guy was tired? ...Or maybe he'd sent a robot decoy instead of coming himself, and the hug had broken it?! Wait, no, that was dumb. Kiku's stuff was way too cool to just break like that!

"Thanks bro, but I got it, but perhaps you should take Adira's since you're sharing a room."

That was Yong Soo. And Alfred did glance at Israel for a minute or so, thinking about it...before grinning lopsidedly at her.

"Nah, I know she'd ask if she needed help. Though actually - ADIRA! YOU GET THE CLOSET, OKAY? I ALREADY DUMPED MY STUFF ON THE DRESSER!"[/color]

Maybe Alfred didn't need to shout - Adria could hear him perfectly fine, probably - but he liked shouting. Half the fun was making certain that everyone in a fifty-foot radius was paying attention to whatever new awesome thing Alfred was doing! When in doubt, shouting worked great!

Of course, there were more nations showing up as well. Alfred needed to be here to greet them! The next batch showed up all at once, a mixture of faces that Alfred knew at least in passing. Attaching names to the faces wasn't as easy, though. The girl in pigtails was...something french-sounding. Seychelles, that was it! Alfred didn't really know her that well...she was yet another of many ex-Arthur/Francis colonies, and had really questionable tastes in friends, but was cute and sweet enough. Austria and Hungary arriving together was unsurprising: Alfred returned Hungary's greeting with a jaunty arm-wave.

It took Alfred longer to realize that Feliks was here: after hearing the other's voice, Alfred looked around for a while before he noticed that Feliks was hiding behind Hungary. Sheesh, Poland was really weird sometimes. Alfred smiled to himself and took a step in that direction, intending to lure Feliks out into the open, when another voice cut into his train of thought and promptly derailed it.

"It’s not as big as I was expecting it to be, America.”

...Oh goody. IVAN was here.

Alfred turned to stare directly at Russia, eyes narrowed. It was always such a pain dealing with this guy! Even after losing the Cold War (breaking up like that counted as a loss, no matter what anyone said!), Ivan was still as weird and threatening as ever. That reset button fiasco hadn't helped much, though admittedly Alfred was finding Ivan to be slightly more tolerable than usual.

Even so, Alfred knew a smartass remark when he heard one - especially when it was coming from Russia! Grinning, Alfred happily replied in kind.

"Well, we couldn't get a house that was too big - people might get lost...or even disappear, never to be seen again, you know."[/color]

Barely had the jab rang out for everyone present to hear before yet another car pulled up. ...Or rather, sputtered up. And the driver of that poor, unfortunate excuse for a car was none other than -

"Toris! Hey!"[/color] Alfred exclaimed, beaming at his friend and former housekeeper and nearly bouncing over to give the man a welcome hug.

Toris complimented Alfred on the house, which Alfred gladly accepted despite having no say in the choice whatsoever, but then Toris added something strange. Apparently, someone in the planning department had forgotten to make sure there were enough rooms to go around.

"Say what? Hey, yeah! That's weird,"[/color] Alfred declared, leaning in to peer closely at the page in Lithuania's hands as if the answer was there in teeny-tiny print, "Well, I won't let you down Toris! You can bunk with Israel and me while you're here! Problem solved!"[/color]

Alfred punctuated this statement with a loud, triumphant laugh. Clearly, his problem-solving skills were unmatched!

[ukraine]

Ukraine had cried over a lot of silly things before, but few of them matched the way she had burst into tears when her boss informed her of his latest stupid idea. How could she help it? This was just insane, asking so many nations to live together. They couldn’t even hold meetings without all Hell breaking loose. How much worse would it be, living together? Would any of them make it through with their sanity intact? Would they be able to keep this stupid arrangement from causing World War III? Sofiya doubted it.

But an order was an order, and Ukraine had to obey, despite her revulsion at the thought of going to America to spend extended amounts of time with a lot of nations who she didn’t particularly like. So here she was, pulling up in a car, saying a tearful and awkward goodbye to the driver, and dragging her suitcase up to the door of the house.

It was a nice house, she had to admit. Of course it would be - America would want to show off, just like always. And her roommate would be Austria, a nation who – unlike many of the others – Sofiya did not have any problems with. He seemed a little intimidating to her, but he didn’t scare her like some of the others did. Things could be much worse. But that didn’t make her feel much better.

Ukraine noticed that many nations were already there. Hopefully she wasn’t too awfully late; that would be an awful way to start off what would most likely be an awful experience. She looked around and saw America acting as idiotic as usual, yelling loudly to Israel, who was standing close by and did not – as far as Ukraine knew – have a hearing difficulty.

She saw Russia, looking as childishly intimidating as usual, and she shrank away, hoping that he would not notice her, memories of recent disputes still fresh in her mind. Part of her wanted to talk to him, to try to be a family again, but that was just her sentimental side speaking. Sofiya ignored the impulse. She knew it would never work out.

She saw Austria and Hungary, standing close together, with Poland apparently hiding behind Hungary, and decided that they would be a good diversion. After all, Poland was a good friend of hers, and she should really say hello to Austria since they would be roommates here.

“Hi,” she said awkwardly, walking toward the trio. “Um … how are you guys?”

[Israel]

Adira merely rolled her eyes at Yong Soo, not really up for dealing with the grabby Korean's shenanigans. She looked up to see a blond head hiding behing Hungary who had also just arrived. So that was her boyfriend's room mate. She frowned a bit, the Pole was deffinately in for a world of hurt. The pathetic little nation likely wouldn't last a day in a room with the German. Though mildly amusing to her, she didn't think it would be good for the project to be killing off each other right away. Perhaps if she kept Ludwig busy they could avoid such confrontations.

She nodded a greeting to the happy couple and the Pole nonetheless and looked up as another interesting figure arrived. Russia, loomed over North Korea, peering up at the group gathered on the porch. Though she didn't know Russia as well as others, she had heard a lot about him and not all pleasent things either. She wasn't sure exactly how this was going to work with Russia and North Korea around. Their bosses must've been very stressed to agree upon this.

She looked up to see a man with brown hair staring at her. She peered back at him with a calculating gaze. She had heard of this one, his name was Toris. He looked like a woman and the only reason she knew Toris was a man was that Ludwig had told her about him. Apparently they had been friends since the war. She didn't care much for the more...fragile nations, but she was willing to get to know him better and this project could possibly make it happen. She nods her head politely to Toris before looking up as Ukraine approached with a greeting. She was about to respond when...

"ADIRA! YOU GET THE CLOSET, OKAY? I ALREADY DUMPED MY STUFF ON THE DRESSER!"

She cringes as the obnoxious nation shouts at her. Good God he was standing right next to her! He didn't need to shout. "Fine" she replied curtly, stepping past the others and into the doorway "I'm going to unpack my things. Good Day to you all" Well that was a good start. She could be diplomatic when she needed to be and she figured this trip wouldn't be a complete waste of time if she could soothe out some of her strained relations and forge new ones. She stepped into the hall and pulled out her map, making her way to the room she was to share with America on the second floor.

(Moving to Ludi's thread)

[Russia]

"Well, we couldn't get a house that was too big - people might get lost...or even disappear, never to be seen again, you know."

His criticism of the house had apparently bothered Alfred at least a little. The happy-go-lucky American did not seem irritated on the surface, but Ivan got some satisfaction from knowing that he must have hit a nerve for his rival to make such a threatening remark. Back when he was a global superpower he would have surely been far more upset and enraged at such a statement, but much of his aggression and paranoia concerning America had died down since the fall of communism within his borders. He was no longer quite as convinced that America was looking for a way to undermine and destroy him at every turn.

“With the assortment of nations stuck living here together, there still might be disappearances.” Ivan replied merrily, his gaze shifting from Alfred’s overly happy expression to the beaten car that was pulling up. The vehicle truly looked as though it were about to explode as far as he was concerned, and he was surprised when Lithuania stepped out. He had almost forgotten that Toris would even be present at the house. He had not seen his name listed in any of the rooms, and although he had been informed of the Baltic’s involvement, distraction and poor memory had chased the information out of his mind up until now.

Feeling his possessive, domineering nature resurface at the arrival of his former servant, Ivan stared at the Baltic with a predatory insistence. His ever present smile faltered as Toris greeted America and began to inform them that he lacked a room. Russia never had approved of Lithuania’s friendship with America. It was just one of those things that had a way of getting under his skin and irritating him, since he had so strongly viewed the Baltic nations as his property. The naïve blonde couldn’t help but feel that everything would have been so much better if all his servant nations had shared his feelings and opinions on everything and everyone.

"Well, I won't let you down Toris! You can bunk with Israel and me while you're here! Problem solved!"

“Нет, that‘s a terrible idea.” Russia was quick to remark, violet eyes narrowing slightly in discontentment. “You can’t just give yourself another room mate, America. My boss told me that the rooms were fixed.” It was true, his boss had informed him that the rooms were already set in stone and there would be no trading of room mates. Russia had been sure to ask about that the moment he had found out he was doomed to be roomed with Sweden. It was also true though that his boss had said nothing to him about adding room mates if necessary, but he was not thrilled with the idea of his ex spending all his time around his former enemy. “If Lithuania is allowed to share a room with one of us, I am sure he would want to stay with Sweden and I. Right Toris?” He gave the Baltic a hopeful smile.

Though Lithuania tended to avoid his house like the plague these days, hopefully he would be up for staying in his former master’s room for the duration of the “get together.” Russia needed someone other than Sweden to talk to. If Berwald and him ended up left to their own devices there was sure to be an unhealthy amount of staring and silence in their room. Which did not at all sound interesting or appealing to Ivan.

[Poland]

Feliks was still using Hungary to hide behind when Ivan arrived in all of his sordid Russianosity. Oddly, it was the sight of his usual enemy that caused him to let go of Hungary and move up to her other side, arms crossed and eyebrows lowered in displeasure as he watched Ivan slink past, not paying all that much mind to the Pole as usual. But he did take the time to make some snide remark at America's expense, wearing that unimpressed but polite face he liked to don for such occasions. Feliks snorted loud enough to hear—of course Russia would need a bigger house, since he was so fat and he needed the space because he was fat, hahahaha. As he thought this, Feliks was momentarily quite contented and amused, his conscious far out of range of his impending demise at the hands of sharing a room with a particularly brutal German.

Liet arrived before Feliks could voice his stupidity, however, and Poland laughed when he saw his car break down. Nothing sharp or malicious, just with his usual sort of amused interest. If Liet needed a good car, Poland figured he could probably get one for him, just not legally. He wondered if Lithuania would even have a problem with that, so great seemed his need.

“Hey Liet!” He shouted, waving his hand around excitedly when he neared the group. He didn’t get to see Lithuania as much as he liked to nowadays, despite their nations’ close proximity to each other. The brunette nation spoke with America politely as usual, mentioning he was lacking both a room mate and a room. Feliks took a step forward and opened his mouth, eager indeed to offer Lithuania his shared room with Germany—but America spoke up first, and loudly (as usual. ) Again, Feliks prepared to make his case as to why Toris should sleep in his room, but then Russia of all people decided he wanted to room with Toris too.

Feliks fumed at him, and was nearly yelling before Lithuania could even make a move to speak. “There’s no way Liet would want to room with Creepy and Creepier, Russia! You can like, have Germany if you want I guess. I need Liet to sleep in my room. If I have to keep Germany, can't I at least have Liet with me to like, keep him from murdering me in my sleep?” He turned his plea on America, as if he could give permission instead of Toris himself.

[seychelles]

Seychelles let out a relieved sigh as Lithuania mentioned that he didn’t have a roommate or a room. So she wasn’t the only one. She had been afraid to say something when she thought it was just her, so she had planned to just keep quiet, although she’d had no idea what she would do when bedtime came around.

She swallowed nervously and got ready to try to overcome her shyness and mention that she had the same problem, but she didn’t get past a quiet “I … um … ” before everyone was suddenly fighting over Lithuania. She kind of felt sorry for him, having nations like Russia (who was supposed to be her ally but still scared her pretty badly) that obsessed with him. But on the other hand, at least he had friends among the other nations. At least they knew who he was. Hardly anyone had even heard of her. So how was she supposed to get someone to share their room with her?

“I don’t have …” she tried again, nervously. It didn’t work. Her voice was barely more than a whisper. She really needed to work on not being so shy. She was no better than Canada, really. This was getting aggravating. Why couldn’t she just –

And that’s when it happened. All her irritation with herself for being so shy, with the other nations for not paying attention, and even with her president for putting her in this situation to begin with, just kind of overflowed. Her sometimes-precarious emotions swerved and she suddenly became angry.

“Hey, listen to me!” she shouted. “I need a roommate and a room, too, because apparently America forgot about some of us!”

She crossed her arms and aimed a glare at America. How dare he forget about her?

[Austria]

“Hey Lizzie!”

Roderich glared at the Pole as he hugged his lover from behind. However, he sighed and rolled his eyes. Feliks was always like this, there was no reason to get really mad over something that silly anyways. Poland and Hungary were great friends, anyways. It was stupid to go against such a strong friendship and it most certainly would greatly anger Elizaveta, and that was the last thing he wanted to do at the moment. Honestly, Feliks’ attention span rivalled a goldfish’s, so he would let go of her in less than a moment. He simply sighed at the Pole’s greeting.

“Hello Feliks, it’s good to see you.” he politely replied despite how unenthusiastic the Pole had sounded moments ago. Feliks’ behaviour was nothing new to him. After all, they had been through hell together at the end of the War. Even though they have had shaky relations over the years, Roderich held a lot of respect for Poland, both as a nation and for being Hungary’s friend. They weren’t here to open old wounds either, so there shouldn’t be any problems with him.

Austria began to look around him as Feliks continued to hide behind his lover. He was glad that he and Hungary hadn’t drawn too much attention to themselves, as he never liked to have to deal with a lot of people. He wasn’t good with people in the first place, anyways. He sighed as Poland let go of Hungary to go argue with Russia, of all nations. However, he noticed that Ukraine, his roommate, was heading towards them.

“Hi. Um … how are you guys?”

Roderich gave her a polite nod, not that he could have done much else considering that his arms were occupied with the bags of both him and his wif- lover. “Good day, Ukraine." he greeted. "I am fine, thank you for asking. Yourself?” he replied politely. Thankfully, he had no problems with her, and as far as he knew, she didn’t have any problems with him either. Thankfully, this meant that there wouldn’t have any problems in the room.

After a moment of conversation, the Austrian turned to the lovely Hungarian next to him. “Dear, I think it would be a good idea to look for our rooms and unpack our things.” he told her. To be honest, it would be a good idea to get all this weight off his arms. Of course, he didn’t mind carrying her things. It was nice to be able to act like a gentleman subtly sometimes. “Then, perhaps we could take a look around and find something to do?” he asked. Honestly, as long as he was with her, he was not going to complain at all. Honestly, he was incredibly happy to be able to spend his time with Elizaveta, despite keeping his stoic appearance at the moment. Actually, he was still a little sad they were not in the same room together. Hell, they weren’t in the same floor. They were probably distributed at random, however, so there was no reason to complain. Especially since the both of them had good roommates.

[japan]

Japan felt a pang of irritation go through him as his brother lightly laughed the matter off. He should’ve expected it really, since there was no point in trying to be honest with his siblings; China had already proved that. It was strange that China was not here at the large get together, since he was soon to be the world’s largest economic power. Perhaps his brother was busy. Perhaps Yao-nii didn’t wish to see them all, seeing as it would be quite chaotic.

He really had no time at all to even ponder his brother’s status as the future superpower, as he usually liked to do. The terrifying scene of America running over to give him a ‘hug’ paused abruptly. It was actually a process that Japan had earned through centuries of fighting. He was able to see things in slow motion, or something. Or maybe perhaps Japan was just making use of the fact that this thread is in the crack threads sub-forum. Anyways. Pondering was something he was becoming very fond of lately, and no, it was not an old man thing to do. It was actually quite the opposite, he thought, and helped his brain processes. Not that he needed the help, no. Anyways, he was getting off topic!

The scene unravelled in front of him and because of Yong-Soo, that traitor, he could only stand there with a look of bored horror. He hadn’t always been able to dodge the cursed ‘hugs’ that America liked to give out, and when they happened, he was usually left unable to breathe, and his hair would be messy. What he didn’t calculate, was the fact that there was another person beside him: Yong-Soo. This meant that he was sandwiched tightly in between the two nations, both whom were considerably taller than him. Japan tried, through his shrinking lungs, to push either the Korean or the American away from him. Even a few centimetres would help, as long as he could move his head a fraction to get a better air supply.

Japan’s lack of strength was horribly apparent to all the readers and even himself, and so he was left to gape like a koi fish in between two tall nations. He was relieved when they both let him go and he slowly side stepped so that there was some space between him and Yong Soo. He would not let the other man get him again, and he was strongly determined to keep his guard up. He gave a polite greeting to Israel before looking behind him towards the road, seeing who else had arrived. Many people had indeed arrived when his mind was absent, and he greeted them all politely. He saw another car arrive and looked up to see who it is, when he froze.

Was that… Yes, it was. It was Sang Kyu, looking awkward as he could be. Japan could not blame the other nation, no matter how tense their relations were. He could sympathize, seeing as it was quite ‘awkward’ to go to a world meeting after the end of WWII. But upon Yong Soo’s question, he felt troubled. Did he want to go and greet the other nation, who spent a lot of his time threatening Japan with nuclear weapons? It was something he didn’t look forward to, but he didn’t want to outright refuse the other man either. Looking up at Yong-Soo with narrowed eyes, he opened his mouth, his eyes eerily calculating the preceding events. “If you promise to not beat me up, along with Sang Kyu… “ He said as if it was going to be very hard for Yong-Soo to comply with. He watched as many other nation arrived steadily, adding to the large group of people by the doorway. He greeted all of them politely save for Seychelles, who seemed to have called out in anger. Japan had seen some inconsistency with the number of people coming and the number of rooms, but he had given it little to not thought.

[South Korea]

“If you promise to not beat me up, along with Sang Kyu… “

The Korean upped a brow at his Japanese brother, he looks away with a 'pffft' sound. "As appealing as that sounds Kiku" he sneered "I promise."

He nods to the others, pretty much excusing himself and Kiku to walk over in Sang's direction. As they approached his twin, his brown eyes met his brother's. Though Yong wore a smile, his gaze was cold and calculating. The twins had been paranoid over each other for so long, and adding Kiku into the mix was just flirting with disaster.

He steps up in front of Sang. He was taller and more fit than his twin, but they still had the same face and the same cold stare, as if daring the other to make a move. Any move....any excuse to justify whatever reaction was going on in their heads.

He gripped Kiku's shoulder at his side as he continued to stare down his twin.

"Hello dear brother" yes, his voice did have a hint of sarcasm to it, but could one really blame him after all that's happened. "I must say. I'm surprised you decided to get involved with this little project...."

[North Korea]

“Здравствуйте.”

Sang Kyu was jolted from his meaningless loitering by the familiar voice and Russian accent. He'd nearly forgotten the Russian would be here what with all the time he'd spent sulking about having to show up for this. The two nations weren't on the best of terms by most nations' standards, but considering how Sang Kyu's relations were with the rest of the world, North Korean-Russian relations could be considered fabulous.

And wasn't what this whole ordeal was meant for anyway? "Improving relations?" Perhaps, he thought, this would be the one area he might actually be able to use this event for what it was meant for. Relations with Russia were salvageable. They'd once been great allies, and they still cooperated in some areas. Maybe he'd be able to use his time here to smooth out the ruffles between them... The Dear Leader would like that.

"Annyeong," he'd responded simply as Russia sidled up next to him. Ivan would end up being one of the few to get an actual greeting from him. He didn't really plan on socializing with anyone else. Iran wasn't here, and on any other day, he probably would've been glued to China's side, but his Hyung would not be attending this event... His one main ally and one of the few he was willing to have an actual conversation with, and for one reason or another he'd apparently decided not to show...

“Hey, listen to me! I need a roommate and a room, too, because apparently America forgot about some of us!”

He was snapped once again from his thoughts by the sudden, angry voice. A few nations were beginning to make a fuss about not having assigned rooms. His eyebrows knitted together and he glanced around at the group that had begun to gather in his general area. He began to feel vaguely claustrophobic.

"Kuh," he scoffed, glancing over at America and giving him a sharp, but no doubt condescending look. "Seems like the American's not so good at this management thing, now is he, hm?"

Of course, he was going to take any and all opportunities that arose to nit pick at the American's handling of this little ordeal. If he was going to be here, he was going to get his intelligence mission done, and he was going to have a little bit of fun along the way. If 'fun' meant nothing more than pissing off an American once, fine.

His fantasizing was cut off once again, however, by a feeling of being watched. Glancing up, his dark eyes met with a pair that were nearly identical to his own. It was none other than dear brother, accompanied by that little devil Japan. His eyes narrowed on instinct.

"Hello dear brother. I must say. I'm surprised you decided to get involved with this little project...."

The North Korean's lips curled into a frown, his previous playfulness at the American's bumbling having completely vanished. "Are you implying that you thought I would be afraid to show?" he sneered, skipping formalities and greetings entirely. "I have no reason to not be here."

[America]

Ivan's retort was nothing special. No one was getting smuggled off to the frozen depths of Siberia while the good old US of A was around! Alfred was prepared to let it slide for now - his boss would probably be less than impressed if Alfred managed to restart the Cold War over the course of one conversation with Russia - but then came situation with Lithuania. It figured that the second Alfred came up with a solution that fixed everything concerning Toris' sleeping arrangements, Ivan would be the first one complaining about it.

“Нет, that‘s a terrible idea. You can’t just give yourself another room mate, America. My boss told me that the rooms were fixed.”

[/color]

Alfred opened his mouth to retort...then closed it, frowning. That was what his boss had said too. But then where was Toris supposed to sleep?

“If Lithuania is allowed to share a room with one of us, I am sure he would want to stay with Sweden and I. Right Toris?”[/color]

"Oh no he wouldn't! You'd just try to annex him illegally - again - the second my back was turned!"[/color] Alfred immediately retorted, "Besides, you're the one who just said the rooms were fixed. If he can't bunk with me, he sure as hell can't bunk with you either!"[/color]

Alfred grinned, certain that his argument had been victorious. Sure, it wasn't like it would be sending Toris into the room with just Ivan if Sweden was there too, but Alfred wasn't sure how much help Sweden would be. Sweden was really tall and really, um, scary-looking, to be sure...but he'd been neutral for a while now and Alfred couldn't remember if Sweden was the kind of guy who'd let Russia get his way just to shut him up or not.

Feliks piped up next. Until he mentioned it, Alfred hadn't realized that Poland and Germany were sharing a room...which was kind of a stupid decision. Even Alfred could tell that Germany and Poland were not made to be good roomies.

"I need a roommate and a room, too, because apparently America forgot about some of us!”

"Wha - no I didn't! I didn't even make the room choices! I'm not dumb enough to put Poland and Germany in the same room y'know!"[/color] Alfred immediately shouted back.

Then he realized who that was. Seychelles didn't get a room either? Someone must have screwed up planning this...on the other hand, Alfred didn't quite blame them for forgetting about the tiny island nation since she was, y'know, tiny, and at least no one had been stupid enough to put Alfred himself in with someone like Ivan or Yong Soo's nutcase brother.

"Fine, lemme think...since we don't have enough rooms, Toris and, um, Seychelles can bunk with whoever's got room. Though of course Toris would much rather bunk with ME - or Feliks, I guess - than with YOU,"[/color] Alfred declared, pointedly addressing that last bit at Russia.

Not having asked Lithuania his opinion on this in the slightest, Alfred folded his arms across his chest and smirked triumphantly up at Ivan. Where Seychelles would end up bunking, well...she'd be fine, it wasn't like Alfred had to worry about where she ended up, right?[/center]

[Hungary]

“Hey Lizzie!”


"Ah Feliks!" she chuckles as she feels the Pole's arms wrap around her from behind, she glances over her shoulder at the blonde head against her back "It's been forever and a day. It's good to see you testvér." she looked up and tensed as she spotted the Russian in the driveway. She peered at him with a blank expression. So he was here...and standing by South's twin, North Korea. She knew they would be the ones to look out for during this project, everyone was weary around them. But in all honesty it was probably good for them as they would need the chance to make better relations with other countries. In a way she kind of understood why their bosses would allow them to attend.

She smiled as Liet pulled up in his poor little vehicle, hiding a laugh behind her hand. Poland finally detached himself to talk to his old commonwealth partner. Ukraine approached and greeted them kindly. Elizaveta nodded and greeted her in return. She wasn't sure about her sharing a room with her lover, but she knew Sofiya and she had been a good friend during the Soviet Occupation.

She looked over to see Yong Soo staring at her. Once she met his gaze the Korean flashed her a big smile. She blinks, caught off guard and looks away. She really hoped she wouldn't have to do with his lecherous ways. He was like the Eastern Francis...and she saw they would be rooming together which would likely be even worse.

“Dear, I think it would be a good idea to look for our rooms and unpack our things. Then, perhaps we could take a look around and find something to do?”

"Ah of course darling!" she realized he had been standing their holding their bags. She quickly opens the door for him and follows him inside "Let's go to your room first since it's on the first floor" She suggested as they made their way down the hall.

[Russia]

"Oh no he wouldn't! You'd just try to annex him illegally - again - the second my back was turned!"

As much as Ivan himself would be thrilled to have his servant back, he knew that his boss would never allow that these days. If he could drag Lithuania back to live with him though, Ivan was not the type to even bother waiting until America’s back was turned. He would just do it, no matter which direction Alfred was facing.

"Besides, you're the one who just said the rooms were fixed. If he can't bunk with me, he sure as hell can't bunk with you either!"

“I said that if he was allowed to share a room with one of us, than it would surely be me. If he can’t stay with any of us, then the only other fix would be for him to sleep either outside or in a closet somewhere.” Ivan was thoughtful for a moment, trying to remember the layout of the house from the map.

Annoyingly, it seemed that a lot of Russia’s former enemies were intent on trying to help with the problem of rooming his former servant. Poland’s irritating voice rang out just after his own helpful remark, making the stockier blonde want to strangle the life out of the Pole. He was tempted to bring up that first of all, he wasn’t “creepy.” Not unless “creepy” was a term that Poland used to indicate power and influence. He may not have been a global power in the same way that he had been in the days of the USSR, but he still fancied that he was more influential than someone like Poland. He also was not thrilled or amused with the idea of Poland trying to shove Germany off at him. He already had a bitter former enemy in the form of Sweden. The last thing Ivan wanted was to add more enemies to his already uncomfortable rooming plans. Besides, the idea of Germany murdering Poland in his sleep was actually entertaining to think about.

“Hey, listen to me! I need a roommate and a room, too, because apparently America forgot about some of us!”

The shout interrupted his train of thought just as he was about to attempt and explain to Feliks why exactly Lithuania would not want to stay with Germany and him. The yell was jarringly loud and seemed almost out of place coming from a small, unimposing nation like Seychelles.

"Seems like the American's not so good at this management thing, now is he, hm?"

North Korea’s comment made Ivan’s smile broaden. It had to have been true too. Since the house arrangements were taking place in his own borders, one would think that America would have been better at managing these things. Surely his boss would have told him all of this stuff in advance since he was playing the host, right? He shoved aside any thoughts that just maybe America’s boss had left Alfred in the dark as well up until recently.

"Fine, lemme think...since we don't have enough rooms, Toris and, um, Seychelles can bunk with whoever's got room. Though of course Toris would much rather bunk with ME - or Feliks, I guess - than with YOU."

“North Korea’s right. You’re terrible at managing things Alfred. You had to have seen the house plans before any of us, since this little event was to be held in your borders. And you didn’t notice that there were going to be two nations with no rooms before now?” Not that it really mattered he supposed. The house was bond to be chaotic even if both Seychelles and Lithuania had been assigned a room and were not now destined to either sleep outside or cram into rooms with some of the others.

“If Sweden can stay with someone else, they can both stay with me.” The Russian offered helpfully, eager for a chance to try and push his established room mate off on someone else. If they were making small adjustments to the rooming issues, then why not?

[Sweden]

(OOC: I hope this is decent.)

When his boss had told him that he'd be spending an indefinite amount of time in America with a specific selection of nations, Berwald had been surprised. His next thought was worry as he tried to figure out who to ask to watch his dog Hana Tamago and to keep an eye on Peter. It was the housing of the micronation which was going to be a bigger problem he'd guessed. It hadn't helped that his boss had left him nothing but a few days to decide on all the preparations of his pre-departure.

His first choice to do the babysitting of both dog and boy, would have been Tino. That idea failed before he could even call, as Berwald perused the papers of the house arrangements and guest list. His mind had then travelled to his other neighbors, trying to carefully pick who would be the best choices. It had taken many calls to see who was available and letting Peter be his consultant (the micronation had insisted to help make the decisions, if he wanted to be a recognized nation some day), a plan was made.

While Hana Tamago had been found a spot in Norway's home, the little Kirkland would rotate between trusted nations every two weeks. All in a matter of four days, he'd managed to house his adoptee, found a caretaker for his pet and pack his bags for the trip. He'd also found some people to take what was left of his perishable food away and with some reluctance had leant a set of keys to his house to Denmark. The Dane, ever since finding out about his going away, had been insistent on helping him out. Berwald figured even he came back to a messy home or a possibly wrecked one, that it would be something he'd be able to fix. He'd also left the persons he was leaving in charge with the explicit command that he should be called if anything went amiss or something happened. Just because he was going to be away it didn't mean he didn't want to stay up to date about the well being about those he was leaving behind.

Even though his responsibilities would be temporarily taken care of by others, it didn't stop Berwald from worrying. During his flight, he couldn't help but think that the flight attendants were keeping too keen of an eye on him. He'd made an effort to try and relax, less they think he was on the plane to hijack it and commit terrorism. Apparently he hadn't been able to relax enough, because he'd gotten stopped and searched at customs much to his embarrassment. At least the agents had had the graciousness to lead him to a private room, after they'd asked him to strip of his clothing for inspection. It hadn't helped his mood much and with a grim and gloomy attitude, he'd finally managed to grab a cab to the house he'd be stuck in for god knew how long.

When he got to he mansion, Berwald's driver was relieved to be rid of him and sped away as soon as the Swede had his luggage in hand. Glowering at the rudeness of the cabby he sighed heavily and still worried, but now feeling harassed thanks to airport security. Turning to face those gathered outside, Berwald walked over slowly. He was wondering if his attempts to keep the frown off his face was working, politely greeting the Asian nations with a nod of his head along the way. He came to a slow stop behind everyone else, noticing there seemed to be an argument going on already judging by the atmosphere. Lips thinning a bit in apprehension, he set his baggage down already ready to play mediator.

This was going to be a long couple of weeks, Berwald thought. "Hej," he rumbled quietly, not really expecting anyone to take notice of him. He looked at Alfred though, and inclined his head again. "Thanks fer th'invite," he added, then took stock of everyone else gathered. At least there'd be one spot of light in this whole situation as he spotted Tino and gave his fellow Nordic a wave of the hand.

[Finland]

Tino sighed when he saw Ivan climb out of his car.

Great, he showed up.[/i]

The Finn wasn’t at all thrilled with the idea that Russia and Sweden had been placed in a room with each other. His biggest ally and his biggest enemy being in such a small space together over the next few weeks was going to be a little nerve-racking. For sure, no one would be getting sleep in that room.

For the moment, at least, it appeared that Ivan was pestering Alfred and Toris. Maybe the rest of their time there would progress that way. Besides, they only had to be in their bedrooms to sleep and get dressed, and so the rest of the time they could just stay away from each other.

It won’t be so bad, I hope, Tino thought as he watched Poland defend his friend. Seychelles had arrived, too, and she seemed to be demanding something. He knew virtually nothing about the African island nation, but that was okay since this whole experiment was to help them improve their relationships. Seychelles was definitely one of those people he’d need to work with. The Asian nations, too.

Still lost in his thoughts, the deep grumble of Berwald’s voice caught Tino’s attention at last, his “Hej” seeming to go unnoticed by the others. The Swede said something to the American – Tino couldn’t hear well from the porch – and then turned his gaze up towards the Finn. As Berwald gave a quiet wave, Tino bounded off the porch and dashed over to the other.

“Sve!” he called happily, throwing himself at the other and wrapping his arms around him. “How are you? Was your flight okay?” He nuzzled against the other’s chest for a moment before looking up towards his face, a huge grin tugging at the corners of his mouth over the arrival of his friend.