9:44 am, Tuesday.
England was lying face-down on the table, grumbling about something to himself. His arms and legs were pinned to his sides and it looked rather comical. It's not every day you see someone plank a kitchen table.
"Stupid bloody wankers..." he growled, frowning into to scratched wood of the old, pine table. He weakly thumped his forehead against the table, grumbling something about Prussia, Spain and Denmark. They were his friends, (or maybe not in Spain's case) but they were pretty stupid too.
"Why the hell would you give alcohol to Canada and France? Why!?" he yelled, pushing himself up on his hands. Ukraine sighed and patted the top of England's head.

"Don't do that." he growled, smoothing down his already unruly hair. "It's been like this since my days as a privateer and it doesn't need to be made any worse, thank you."
Ukraine smirked a little, putting down her cup of tea and standing up. Canada, who had been sat in the corner hiding under a blanket, groaned at the scraping sound the chair made as it was pushed back.

England also stood up, giving his former colony a kiss on the head as he went into the living room. He shut the door quietly and went over to the sofa where Hungary was sat.
"Ah, hello England!" she said brightly, giving him a hug.
"Morning, Hungary," he said, hugging her back. "Did you find him?" England asked.
"Prussia? Oh, yes, he's out there." she beamed, bouncing up off the sofa and pulling him out to the front garden. When he got out into the cold air he began to laugh so hard he almost collapsed. Prussia had his hands and feet tied together and he was bound to a chair. This chair was hanging upside down from the branch of a tree, and the albino ex-nation was yelling and swearing furiously in German, wriggling.

"Guten morgen, Prussia!" Hungary sang, skipping over. She produced a frying pan from the folds of her dress and smacked him on the head with it. He screamed something at her in German that was so rude it would burn a hole into your retina if I were to type it here but that's irrelavent.

"Prussia, what vere you doing in Ukraine's house vith all of Denmark and Germany's beer in ze first place?" she yelled, smashing his shins with the pan. He yelled in agony.
"I don't know oka- FUCK! Okay, ve vere going to try and get Ukraine drunk because she's hilarious vhen she's pissed, okay?" Prussia hollered.
"No, zat's not okay!" Hungary screamed, cutting the rope from which he dangled. England winced at the sickening crack Prussia's leg made as he landed face-first on the ground. Hungary was bashing him mercilessly with that bloody frying pan. At that moment, Germany and Austria arrived in a fancy German car. England beckoned them over and they all leaned against the bonnet and watched the show.

Inside the house, Ukraine was wondering why the little nations hadn't come down yet. It was already 10am and she hadn't seen or heard anything of them all day – excepting America who was still scrubbing Sharpie off his forehead, and Italy, who had just had a tangerine and six small grapes removed from up his left nostril. How they had all fitted up there, she would never know. An even greater mystery was how they had got up there. But with a drunken Denmark and Prussia in the room literally anything could happen.

Katyusha put down the plate she was washing, frowning a little. It was getting seriously weird now. The nations upstairs couldn't still be asleep, children always wake up fairly early, and she could hear them giggling.
As Ukraine headed into the hall, Hungary burst in through the front door. The busty woman caught a glimpse of Prussia being dragged into a shiny Volkswagen by the ears, with Austria and England picking up shards of a broken tree branch. Hungary brushed a slightly blood-splattered leaf off her dress, smiling.

"Uh... h-hello Hungary." Ukraine stammered. Hungary looked a little scary right now.
"Hello, Miss Ukraine! Sorry if I'm scaring you. I vas punishing Prussia!" she said happily, a blissful look on her face.
"You're never going to get him if you alvays hit him vith zat frying pan, you know," Ukraine said seriously. She released a small giggle as Hungary began to stammer and blush.
"I don't like Prussia!" she yelled angrily. Ukraine just laughed more.
"I'll believe zat vhen I see you kiss Austria."
"Never!"
"I'll have to tickle ze truth out of you, Hungary! But later, I'm going up to see vhat on earth is going on up there. I haven't seen them all day." Ukraine chuckled.
"You are referring to all of ze little vuns? Can I come up too?" Hungary asked, eyes brightening.
"Of course!"

At the top of the stairs, Ukraine frowned. She could smell sunflowers and that could only mean one thing, and that thing was that Russia was here. It wouldn't be too weird for him to be here, she supposed. Russia adored children. He was probably telling them stories or playing a board game with some of them. An incredibly loud giggle came from inside the biggest bedroom, and Hungary stepped forward and opened the door.

Ukraine was not met with the sight she had been describing in her internal monologue. She certainly did see Russia playing with the little children, but not playing the games she expected.

Inside, all the furniture had been pushed to the side of the room to create a bigger floor space, and a blanket fort had been built in one corner of the room, though nobody was in it.
Everyone was in their sleeping bags, wriggling around on the floor. Russia was in the centre of the room, singing about caterpillars and smiling a rare, non-creepy smile. Lithuania was chasing Finland, Romano and Italy around the room, wiggling like a worm.
"Romano is it!" he cried as he managed to face-plant the end of his purple sleeping bag. Ukraine attempted to stifle a fit of giggles. Were they playing worm tag?
"Okay, everyone sing the chorus vith me now, da?" Russia laughed, wiggling into a sitting position. The younger nations stopped squirming for a moment and sat up to sing.

"Oh I do love to be a caterpillar!
Oh I do love to squirm like a wormy!
Oh I do love to wiggle like a little caterpillar,
A- GAH! SESTRA!" Russia yelled, attempting to stand up. However his legs got caught in the sleeping bag, and he faceplanted the floor and everyone laughed at him. Iceland hopped over in his bag and sat on the tall Russian's back.

"Brother? Why are you playing worm tag vith the nations?" Ukraine gasped, trying to contain her laughter. Hungary was clutching a stitch in her side and roaring with laughter out in the hallway.
"W-Well... Because.. Because I am!" Russia said, embarrassed. "Cocoon mode activate! Activate, my little caterpillars!" he cried, his silver head disappearing into his sleeping bag, and the zip done up. All the others copied him, giggling and flopping about like fish. France's distinctive "honhonhon" could be heard from a pink sleeping bag near Ukraine's feet and what she assumed was Iceland, Liechtenstein and Romano were chasing each other in a circle and mumbling about barrels through the thick cloth.

"Ve, When do we get out, Russia?"
"We get out when the predators are gone!" he called. Hungary and Ukraine snickered.
"Then we unzip the cocoons and emerge as beautiful den-dwelling Hobbits!" he giggled gleefully.
"Yo, did England give you one of his books again?" America's muffled voice came from the corner.
"Da!"

Hungary tapped Ukraine on the shoulder and pointed at a tiny, pocket sized camera that was lying on the table.
"It's been recording this whole time" she whispered. Ukraine grinned evilly.
"Zis shall make a good addition to ze blackmail vault."

(A/N)

FILLERFILLERFILLERFILLERFILL ER Dx

And I'm getting lazy with my stories. Also, I'm going through a period of low self confidence. Ehhh.

Everything sucks, my broskis :P