Lithuania knew it was okay to be late, Poland would definitely arrive later than him and as for America he'd probably be later still, so he was expecting to arrive to a bunch of only vaguely familiar faces. There was quite the commotion going on when he got there, the older Italian brother was wrestling away the Spaniard egged on by the Prussian and the Frenchman. Lithuania politely went to greet the only unoccupied member.

"Hello, Mr England."

"Oh, hi... Lithuania is it?"

"Yes, that's right. Poland isn't here yet is he?"

"No, I don't think so."

"Ah."

Poland was probably picking out a dress to wear, or a skirt maybe, either way Lithuania wished he wouldn't, mostly because the other nations ( he threw a side glance at Prussia) would ogle the obnoxious exhibitionist, and he really didn't think the attention was good for his boyfriend (or his own nerves).

England silently watched the new arrival, so this was America's more or less recent ex, he thought. He had heard about Lithuania but never had the chance to get to know him, and he wasn't particularly motivated to do so anyway as Lithuania's involvement with America was fleeting. He seemed like an alright guy though.

"Familiar face! Hello Russia's minion!" Prussia had come up behind him and when he spoke Lithuania jumped in fright.

"Mr Prussia! Please don't call me that, I am independent you know..."

"Naah, it's not like you get rid of a bastard like Russia this easy, you're still his." the albino jeered.

"No, Mr Russia doesn't bother me anymore, not much anyway."

"Kesesese!"

"Lieeeet," arms wrapped around his torso, he looked down and saw plain white sleeves for a change, "Kiss kiss."

Lithuania was forcefully turned around and even more forcefully kissed, his hands travelled to Poland's hips and then down, sure enough he felt the folds of a skirt and his finger hooked the edge-mid thigh, his heart sank.

"Hey hey hey! Like hands away from that, we're in public." Feliks squeaked in pretend embarrassment.

"I was just checking to see what you were wearing, Pol." Toris explained notes of aggravation creeping into his voice.

"You could've just looked." the blonde pouted.

"I suppose." Lithuania sighed turning to see that sure enough Prussia was not so subtly looking in the direction of Poland's long, slender bare legs. The animosity between the two nations had ceased since the war times and they were on quite friendly terms so the blonde didn't seem very bothered at all, in fact Toris could've sworn he saw a satisfied smirk flutter over his lips. The brunette looked around and caught Frances eyes also roaming his boyfriends' body, however Francis had the decency to throw Lithuania an apologetic shrug and avert his eyes.

"Damn you, Spain! What the hell is up with all the couples?!" Romano growled as soon as everybody's attention left them and fell on the new arrivals.

"I did warn you, Lovi." Spain pointed out looking in the same direction as everyone else.

"You only said Feli and potato bastard- I only took you to not three wheel them! Now this is some kind of idiotic mass gathering of disgusting couples." The Italian sputtered.

"The only couples right here are us and also Toris and Feliks, not the majority, si?"

"I just know it will turn into a love fest," Romano grumbled, " also I'm tired of telling you that there's no 'us' and that also means you can't go around kissing me!"

"You kissed back, Lovi." the Spaniard smiled.

"It's a reflex!" Romano said venomously and kicked a pebble lying at his feet.

"Oh? So you kiss back even if you don't like someone? That's a pretty bad habit, Lovi! So say France came up to you and kissed you right now- you'd kiss him back?" Antonio looked down at him curiously and watched the darkening colour in his cheeks.

" N-no, he creeps me out!"

"What about Prussia?" Spain pried on.

"Hell no! I don't like your friends!"

"Well what if I did it?"

Romano was lost for words then he finally mumbled under his breath,

"You've already done that, jerk face."

"Aaaand you kissed back," Antonio repeated holding back a chuckle, "your reflex sure is picky, Lovi!"

"Shut up, asshole!" Romano snarled, "I'm gonna go find my imbecile of a brother until he lets the macho potato do something nasty!" and he stormed off.

'Well, I kept him here as long as I could,' the Spaniard thought watching adoringly as his little Italian trudged through the autumn puddles, ' I sure hope Ludwig is doing alright, a hurricane is coming his way."

AN: Mkay I lied no 'Merica in this one yet (for fucks sake how long does it take me to introduce all the characters :P please tell me if it is too long :P ) so I guess you can kinda see which problems in these relationships I'm gonna incorporate into my story :D it wont be too angsty though (I hope).

Many thanks for the reviews and the follows and the favourites! Keep 'em coming and enjoy the story :D

Acid