+Prussia POV+

The music blared and the light bouncing of glass practically blinded me. I looked over to where Francis was hitting on some girl he had just met, and Toni was standing by, laughing and encouraging the other. I shook my head, forcing out an obnoxious smile as a girl came over to sit by me. She was wearing a tantalizing short skirt and a glittery, skin-tight, sleeveless top. She leaned forward and grinned, like a feral cat.

I leaned in as well, noticing my Spaniard friend watching. "Vell, hello zhere. Might I ask your name?" I asked, resting my chin on my hand and lowering my eyelids.

She giggled. "It's Michelle. But please, call me Michie." she purred. Literally, it sounded as if she was purring. My original impression of a cat was becoming more and more obvious. "And I can hear that you're foreign. What accent is that?"

"Prussian." I could see she didn't care about what accent it was, and probably didn't even hear the answer.

"Mm."

She said it like she wanted it to eat me, but I was really uninterested. I had flirted with much sexier woman, and woman who were more experienced than she, and still wanted nothing to do with them. She opened her mouth to say something again, but suddenly, I was saved by some guy.

"Michie, what are you doing? You came here with me, so let's dance!" he demanded, his hand on her shoulder.

She sighed. "All right." She winked at me one last time before she left with the stranger, and I almost sighed in relief. She had been so bad at flirting, it was almost painful. Toni came over, still smiling just as he always did, and plopped into the seat Michie had seconds before occupied.

"Amigo, you just let that girl go!" he said, watching me closely. His olive green eyes donned a worried expression. "Hey, what's wrong?"

I smiled. "Nozhing! She vas not my type, zhat's all! Kesesese."

Toni shook his head. "You don't like it here, do you? Demasiado ruidoso, si?"

I kept the grin painted to my face. "Nein, zhis is my kind of party! And Francis is having lots of fun!" I tried steering the direction away from me, nodding towards the Frenchman who currently had his arm around some guy neither of us had seen before.

"Yeah, he is! Wonder who that guy- Hey, we were talking about you!" he puffed up his cheeks and crossed his arms over his chest in indignation. Man, he was being persistent.

I sighed. Fine. "Nein, I don't like zhis place." There, I hope he was happy. I wasn't saying anything more than that.

"Me neither." What? Then why did he come? "I always feel bad for leaving my Lovi-chan, and too many chicas trying to flirt with me… I come because Francis is one of my best amigos. And because Spain is the country of passion." He smiled and winked at me, and my grin was real this time. Same old Antonio. You think he actually has something deep to say, and then he goes and makes it some shallow remark.

"Should ve stay? You vant to leave, right?"

"We can't leave Francey-Pants!" The look on Toni's face showed that it would be the end of the world if he ever left his best friend behind. I held up my pale hands in surrender.

"You're right, sorry." I chuckled, looking back at the blonde across the room. He was still talking to the same guy with an easy smile on his lips- but his eyes were turned towards us, confusion evident in the seas of blue. I just shook my head and motioned towards the guy, raising my eyebrows. His eyes grew softer and he turned back, assured by my gesture.

He didn't need to know any more than he already did.

+Canada POV+

I stretched and yawned, wondering where Papa was. He had said he might stop by, so… oh, that was probably it. He was out getting drunk again, and wanted a place to stay. I didn't mind much, since he was usually the only person who ever came to see me, except-

The doorbell rang, cutting off my thoughts. I grew excited. It was him, the other living human being who dropped by. I rushed to the door and flung it open, revealing the familiar face.

The pizza guy!

"Hello, Mr. Williams. That'll be $17.79." he smiled, handing me the box and holding out his other hand.

"Here you go. Thank you."

He tipped his hat. "Beautiful weather, eh?"

I nodded. We had known each other for a long time, he and I.

"The snow fell a little late this year."

"That's not necessarily a bad thing." he laughed, turning away. I waved and closed the door, opening the box and sniffing. They hadn't forgotten the maple syrup this time! Content, I went to sit at the table, taking out a plate and grabbing a slice of the heavenly pizza. I decided to save some for Papa when he stopped by, maybe give him some after he got over his hangover.

Actually, it was Papa, he didn't get hung over that often… so maybe I'd eat just one more piece…

Happily munching on the slice a few minutes later, I settled down to read a book, probably a history of Canada. It was funny to see how the human historians depicted everything I had gone through.

The doorbell sounded, and I looked up, startled. Must be Papa.

The door opened without me having to get up. He knew he was welcomed here, so just walked in most of them time. I didn't know why he even bothered to ring the doorbell anymore. His blonde head appeared, and he smiled at me, winking. I smiled a small smile back.

"Bonjour, Papa."

"Bonjour, Matthieu. I have brought some others, is that okay?"

"Yes, of course." I stood, wondering who the 'others' were. In came a brunette with large green eyes, who I placed as Spain, a close friend of Papa's. The next guest to come in surprised me.

He looked confused when he saw me, but instantly replaced the look with a wide grin, his red eyes erasing all evidence of the previous emotions.

"Hallo, Canada!"