So I finally decided to get off of my lazy ass and continue this story that no one reads anyways. So whatever, I finally was able to finish the last part of this. Read and Review although no one is reading this and I could be saying what my computer password is but no one is reading so now no one will ever know. By the way, I buried a pot of gold in Seychelles but since no one is reading this, no one will ever know... MWAHAHAHAHAHA! Again, Read and Review.

The Eastern Bloc walked back to their hotel together. Greece sleepwalked back to his own hotel room. The Nordics went back to Mathias's house. Germanics went back to their rented house. The West Europeans walked back to their hotel too.

Dinner was shared among the Eastern Bloc at a Slavic restaurant. The sun had set and the shining stars in the sky set the mood for the nice dinner next to a window. Silence filled them as they sat in their wooden chairs in front of the rectangular table staring outside, at the flashing car lights that blurred in front of their eyes. In the middle of their dinner, the sky had started to drizzle and making the lights seems even brighter. Then they decided to start the chatter however the talk was on no specific topic. They saw that on the waters of Copenhagen, a boat speeded by, making no significance. Just like their talks on no important topic.

The rain had stopped some time ago and so had their dinner. After excusing himself, Romania walked out of the restaurant and onto the road in front of Copenhagen. Pacing back and forth, he reached into his pocket and found a pack of cigarettes. He pulled out one and put it into his mouth while looking for a lighter. Realizing that he left it in the restaurant, he walked back but the sight of his tall friend stopped. Ivan threw him a box of matches.

"Thanks bro."

"No problem, da?"

Romania took out a match, and struck it against the rough surface on the cardboard box of matches. A bright red flame instantly lit up the slightly cloudy surrounding of Copenhagen. He then held the match close to the cigarette and took puff. After a brief period, he then breathed out the white smoke. Taking the matches out of his pockets, he walked closer to his Russian friend and gave it back to him.

Ivan then took out his own cigarettes and did the same, following Vladimir to lean next to the wall and enjoying the cigarette.

"Hey Vlad, if you really still have feelings for Khavar, why don't you ask her?"

"If I saw her more often and knew that I have a higher chance, I would."

"So you're afraid of rejection?"

"No shit Ivan."

"Da, but if you are rejected, at least it gets off your mind."

"Plus, I barely see her nowadays."

"She's coming to the finals you know?"

"Indeed. But I'm only seeing her that one night."

"Well make her want to see you after that da?"

"And exactly how do I do that?"

"If she doesn't ask you, you ask her to a drink first da? Anywhere, hang out."

"Hey Ivan?"

"Da?"

"Thanks for helping me."

"No problem! I'm happy as long you want to become one with me."

"I've done that once… I'll skip."

"Kolkolkol…"

"But dammit! Let me finish! I still have a problem! What do my brothers do?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"If I'm gonna go out with her, my brothers can't just stay at the hotel!"
"Da, that's going to be a problem, I can't look over because I'm over at England's."

"Exactly, there's no one that I can trust to look after my brothers."

"Hungary can help, da?"

"I don't trust Magyar."

"Nyet, Hungary doesn't hate your brothers, just you."

"Thanks Ivan. Makes me feel so much more loved."

The two men leaning besides the wall laughed. They had finished their cigarettes by now and they stubbed it out at a trashcan, throwing it inside along the way as the two men walked back inside the restaurant.

Antonio and Gilbert went to Francis's hotel room since Spain's dear brother took the room that they originally wanted to use. Poor Arthur who was sharing a room with Francis was dragged into the horrific game of truth or dare. Arthur was really starting to rethink the "stop killing Frenchmen" operation after the perverted game of truth or dare after such a horrific game of truth or dare filled with things that we will not mention here since this is a T rated story.

After that, the almost driven out of sanity Arthur decided to call Lucas and Vladimir to also come over and back the magic trio up. Both showed up at the messy hotel room. Now that the magic trio and the bad touch trio were complete, they decided to start the binge drinking. Lucas and Gilbert asked for beer. Antonio went with some wine while Francis asked for some champagne. Vladimir drank what his Russian friend always carried. England… asked for gin.

Now half drunk, the two trio's game of truth or dare became ever more messed up and… "Interesting". Pity the poor waiter that had to bring up the snacks they later ordered. Seeing Antonio wearing nothing but a pillowcase, someone chanting from the bathroom… Then looking at beverages on the ground and that they further ordered, it all made sense.

Finally, it all ended up with a very cross Lovino that burst into the room swearing his head off at Arthur, Francis, Gilbert and Antonio.

"You bastards! Eyebrow bastard get the hell out of here! Wine bastard go brush your teeth you smell of alcohol! Brother of a potato bastard fuck off! Tomato bastard return my pizza and pasta! You took it from my hotel room's fridge!"

"You bloody wanker! Where do you exactly belong? This isn't your hotel room. We didn't take your pasta or pizza; we ordered food from the hotel. Italy is the one that ate all of your food."

"Where is my idiot of a brother?"

"Mais, why would we know?"

Enough said. Lovino instantly burst out of the door muttering about how it must be a potato bastard's doing to get his brother on the dark side. All he had to know was where the Germanic's hotel was. That wasn't too hard… He had the help of something called a GPS on his badass phone.

Upon entering the Germanic's hotel party, Lovino instantly regretted it. Seeing many well dressed Germanic countries like the Netherlands and Austria in a dining room, very proper indeed when they suddenly started riding their chairs and went around the table. ((No, seriously, in parts of Germany, they do that.))

"Potato bastards! Where is my brother? What the fuck did you do to him?"

At this, Switzerland blocked Liechtenstein's eyes and ears as he knew the kind of language that shall pass through the 'little, polite' conversation between Romano and the German. After, the said Swiss shot Romano a death glare.

"Relax Lovino. Your brother is with Ireland after Arthur kicked her out. Probably at the bar down their hotel."

"That thick eyebrowed ((Meh, word)) bastard is so dead when I find my brother!"