4:38 pm
The Scotsman sat with anticipation.
He smiled a bit as he fixed his tie, looking at himself in the mirror. He was almost ready. He had called his brothers, as well as a few other nations over, for a small housewarming party. And damn, was he excited.
Allistair combed through his hair with his fingers one last time, before sighing in content.
Now, he was ready.
The Scot stood, before racing downstairs with a childish eagerness, standing in the front hall of the new home.
Ah, it felt great to be out of his old flat.
He smiled a bit to himself as he held his head high, snickering softly, before walking to the living room.
Small decorations were scattered around the room, as well as two bottles of champagne on the coffee table. At this point, everything was perfect.
He looked around happily, before sitting down on the couch, his back straight and his hands folded in his lap.
Then, he waited.