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"Ugh, it's them again," Lithuania groaned as he sat up and rubbed his head.
"Can't they give us a break for one night," Latvia asked as he sat up and scratched his head.
"I hate this place," Estonia added.
"Well, whose turn is it to shut them up tonight?" Poland asked.
Estonia and Poland were both chucked out of the bedroom.
"And don't come back until you get them to shut up," Lithuania hissed, before shutting the door.
With that, Estonia and Poland started trekking through the hallways, eventually coming to a door at the other end of the corridor.
"The Stans' Room" it read.
"Okay…we need to do this politely…" Estonia said nervously. "You open the door."
"Fine," Poland sighed, and he flung open the door and yelled, "CAN YOU STOP SNORING!? WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP!"
Suddenly, five guys all awoke in shock from their bunks, and climbed down, all looking very irritated.
"Wow, that was so polite," Estonia said sarcastically. "Er…hello…sorry to bother you…we better leave!"
He quickly dashed off, and Poland swiftly followed.
The five of them all looked at each other in confusion before going back to bed.
(Estonia – "Hetalia!")
"You are unbelievable!" Serbia yelled at Italy, as they both stood on the floor at France's house. "I can't believe you just…surrendered like that! You're such a coward! I don't even know why you're here!"
Italy looked at her with a blank expression on his face, before shaking his head and saying, "I'm sorry, did you say something?"
Serbia growled in frustration before sitting down at a table next to Russia.
"I heard you're battling with Austria today," Russia stated as he drank a sip of his water.
"Yes, I can't wait," Serbia smiled. "Austria won't know what hit him…"
The screen suddenly flipped, now showing Austria with a potato sack over his shoulder as he took a key out of his pocket and opened the door of his house.
"Let go of me!" Serbia screamed as she thrashed about inside the bag. "I will not be treated like this! I could rip your head off if I wanted to."
She screamed as Austria untied the bag and emptied the contents (Serbia and some domestic waste) on the floor.
Slovenia and Croatia couldn't help but snigger at this.
"Shut up," Serbia snapped at her older brother and cousin.
"Welcome to your new home, Serbia," Austria greeted. "I trust you will settle in very soon. If you'll excuse me, I am going to have some tea. Bosnia?"
"Yes, Mr Austria," Bosnia sighed as he followed Austria into the kitchen.
"And this time, put the sugar inside the cup," Austria added sternly.
"Serbia, fancy seeing you around here," Slovenia chuckled as she pointed her finger at her cousin. "Nice army uniform."
"Oh yeah? Nice maid's outfit," Serbia shot back. "Let's face it, being a servant is all you're good for – heck, I don't think you've ever even been independent."
"Whatever," Slovenia scowled.
"What was it again? The Bavarians first, then the Frankish rule. Hungary was after that…" Serbia began.
Slovenia started to grit her teeth.
"Leave her alone, Serbia," Croatia said arrogantly, standing in Serbia's face. "Or else you'll have to put up with me."
Serbia moved her arm slightly, and Croatia completely flinched.
"Right," Serbia nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go do…something."
With that, she stomped into another room, only to be yelled at and thrown out by Austria.
"That's the living room – we're not allowed in there unless it's to serve food or clean," Slovenia stated.
"Shut up," Serbia snapped before storming off in another direction.
(Slovenia – "Hetalia!")
Slow piano music played as Armenia walked through a forest with his hands in his pockets.
"What a peaceful day," he said to himself. "It's so quiet…oh, how I wish I could share it with someone."
He continued to walk, before he was greeted by a familiar figure.
Armenia gasped in delight for a moment, before realizing who it was.
"Halt!" yelled a girl before him, who was holding a firearm. She had dark brown hair in a pony tail, and she was wearing a black sleeveless top, and sky blue knee length. "Oh, look who it is! You know you're not meant to be around here."
"Azerbaijan – can't I go for a walk in peace?" Armenia asked in irritation, whipping a pistol from his pocket.
"Right, because that's exactly why you're here," Azerbaijan said sarcastically as she flipped her ponytail onto her shoulder. "Not so you can jizz yourself thinking about Albania."
Armenia looked very irritated at this.
"Shut up about Albania!" Armenia yelled. "You've never met her! Hell, how old are you again…five, six hundred years? You don't know anything! She used to own your land, and boy, she did a much better job than you ever did!"
"Is that really my fault!?" Azerbaijan snapped. "Maybe if it wasn't for your dip***t son, Nagorno-Karabakh!"
"Leave him out of this," Armenia snapped. "Ugh…fine, I'll leave your stupid forest! I wish you were never born!"
"The feeling is mutual!" Azerbaijan yelled back as Armenia stormed off.
Hey, hey, hayrik, could I have some wine?
Hey, hey, mayrik, hey, hey, mayrik?
It doesn't matter what I do I never forget
The taste of beef kebabs won't get out of my head
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
Draw a circle, that's the Earth
I am Armenia
Ah, the world around us can be seen with the stroke of a single brush
I've been here thousands of years
Hetalia!
Finland walked into the kitchen in a baby blue set of pyjamas, where the five Stans already were.
"Er…hello…" he said nervously. "Er…I'm sorry about last night."
"Whatever, you weren't part of it," a Stan with brown hair, a green Turkic style shirt and baggy green pants. (Turkmenistan - トルクメニスタン).
"Hey, where are the others? I'd like to give Poland a piece of my mind!" exclaimed a guy with black hair, a brown fez, and rather beggar-like attire. (Tajikistan - タジキスタン).
"Funny story, actually…" Finland said nervously. "We had a bit of a break in…"
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