Kat: Gahhh! Stupid, oppressive, over-confident, cocky, aggressive, loud-mouthed... ugh! *head desk* Stupid tiger parents -.-''
Pandas: I'm sorry T.T

"... the fuck," Romano breathed. Only hours ago had France and England been lunging at each others throats with their (or rather, England's) pansy-ass magic. What caused them to suddenly fall into this lovey-dovey shit? The Brit stared at the wooden flooring, which was the only thing that wasn't drilling holes into him with its eyes. He let out a shaky breath in an attempt to calm himself.

"What are you looking at? I didn't do anything wrong. Stop staring at me," England said. However, he still felt the weight of their gazes. "What is the problem? Don't you all have any manners? I said stop looking at me. Did you hear me?"

"... I never... th-thought that I would hear you say that," Hungary started. "God, I have to capture this moment!" She reached up her shirt and fished out Japan's camera that she stowed there earlier.

England's eyes widened in surprise. "Hungary, wait!" He started to raise his hand to block his face, but she was quicker. The telltale flash brightened the room before the blonde's hand had the chance to even cover his chin. It was forever etched into the artificial memory, unless deleted, of course. But who had the nerve to snatch the object out of a woman's brassiere? Although, there were exceptions, such as France.

"You did not!" England said, horrified. An evil smirk was her only answer. What if it was posted on the Internet? Fuck! He needed to get rid of that picture!

Germany cleared his throat, distracting everyone from the situation at the moment. "Moving on..."

"No, not moving on! You don't know what she would do with that picture," the Brit protested.

"Get over it, England. It's already done. You shouldn't dwell on the past," Austria interjected.

His bushy eyebrows furrowed together, and was about to say something until Italy spoke first.

"Ve~ What's wrong with the picture? If you're worried about how you look, I think that you both looked fine~"

"He's right, aru. You shouldn't exhaust yourself by fighting over a silly picture, aru." China said it in the most matter-of-fact voice he could muster. Beside him, Japan was having an internal debate for whether or not he should let Hungary keep his camera.

"It's not silly, I didn't want her to take the picture and she shouldn't've!"

"If it bothers you that much," France said, skipping over to where Hungary was sitting and reaching down her cleavage. "I'll get rid of it. There, it's gone." He tossed the device back to the Hungarian, who shoved it between her breasts with a pout.

England's eyes had grown to the size of dinner plates. "France!" he squeaked, and then his voice gained strength. "France, you can't just reach down a woman's shirt! It's...unacceptable!"

France rolled his eyes. "I just did it to delete a picture, mon cher, calm down."

"Calm down? You just-"

"Mon cher, it wasn't like I groped her, I just stole her camera." England gaped, but before he could talk France continued. "Besides, I have eyes only for you, mon petit lapin." He sat back next to England, whose cheeks had turned pink, and slung an arm around his shoulder.

"It is pointless to be talking about something that has been discussed, da? We should move onto some other topic," Russia cut in.

"What do you suggest?" Austria asked, thankful for any opportunity to change the subject. Russia opened his mouth to reply, but a weak voice cut over him.

"I'm tired," America whined, curling up into a ball.

"Of course, Америка," Russia said, turning back to the others. "From what you've said, there are four beds, three couches, and two chairs that we can sleep on. I'm sure England and France will not mind sleeping together in the larger bedroom,and I'm sure Austria and Hungary can also be together in the room described as 'overly large'," here he shot them all a terrifying smile, then continued, "China can sleep in the room where Hungary found that binder, and Spain, Romano, and Japan can sleep in this room. Germany and Italy can sleep on the couch together downstairs, America can sleep on the bed, and I can sleep on the couch under it. Any objections?"

Romano was scowling, as usual. "That German brute can't sleep with my idiot little brother!" he cried.

"Oh come on, everyone knows they sleep together already," Hungary said. "And I mean real sleep here, not the exciting kind."

"But-"

"I think it will work better the way I suggested, da?" Russia said, cranking his creepiness up and directing the full force at Romano. The Italian cringed under his gaze and turned away.

"Ve~ Don't worry, brother, I'll keep my clothes on this time!"

"Idiot!" Romano yelled.

Pandas: Woo
Kat: Eh? What happened?
Pandas: I finished. Other things too.