The party itself was great, complete with lots of food from all over the world, fitting background music and even some shows. Everyone was enjoying the party, chatting and laughing with someone else.

"To think you can find food from every country, but not a scone was in sight?" England complained as he scanned the huge table covered with white table cloth, filled with different cuisines.

"Ah, China sure has good taste. Besides, if he really did place any of your food on the table, none of the guests here would dare eat anything." France sneaked up behind England and mocked.

"You… Why won't anyone dare eat anything?" England shouted.

"Ah~ England, England, England. You just don't understand, do you? Not everyone has horrible taste like you. When it comes to food, no one can beat Moi~ "France said proudly and pointed to a corner of the table, filled with plates of french food.

"You Bloody Idiot… Who cares about your food when your fighting skills are so weak and your movies are so boring?" England snared.

"My movies are not boring! Your movies lack romance and love! I am not weak too!" France shouted back.

"Oh? Are you sure? I can spend another 100 years proving that you are weak if you want. " England raised his eyebrow and grinned.

"You… Mah! Big brother shall be kind and pretend that i did not hear anything. Now, I shall go and entertain the ladies." France gracefully tossed his head of golden hair and slowly walked away.

"That flirty dog, quarrelling with him was such a waste of time." England sighed and picked up a glass of drink from the table. But before he was able to have a sip, the ever so active America popped up and 'accidentally' knocked into him, causing the whole glass of drink to end up on England's shirt.

"AMERICA YOU BLOODY IDIOT, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" England scolded as Japan quickly passed him some tissue.

"Ah, my bad! Guess I was having a bit too much fun. AHAHAHA." America did his signature laugh and scratched his head.

"Aiya, don't worry, aru. Hong Kong will show you the washroom and you can clean up there, won't you, aru?" China said and looked at Hong Kong, who was a bit annoyed, but still nodded unwilling and with a hand gesture at England, walked out of the room.

England was not that happy with the arrangement too, but he desperately needed to get cleaned, and grumpily followed Hong Kong.

'It will be fine, I will just quickly finish what I have to do and come back here. Nothing weird or bad will happen.' He thought as he followed Hong Kong down the long deserted walkway.

Not a word was exchanged between them until England came out of the washroom, dry and cleaned up.

"… How have you been?" Hong Kong asked in his flat voice, unable to tolerate the awkward and heavy atmosphere between them.

"Fine… I guess." England replied and quickened his pace, he did not expect Hong Kong to strike a conversation, and he certainly did not prepare anything to chat about. Hence, the best choice now was to get back to the room as fast as possible.

"England! Don't move! That is a -" Hong Kong suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Before Hong Kong could finish his sentence, England had already taken another step. Immediately, the floor under his foot started to tremble.

"What the-" England watched as a crack formed on the ground and quickly became a hole, engulfing him.

"Ahh!" England wailed as he fell down the hole.

"Hang on England! I am coming!" Hong Kong assured and launched forward, grabbing England's hand.

"Thanks! That was a close one!" England heaved a sigh of relieve and smiled at Hong Kong, who did not look that relaxed.

"England, I am sorry. But I don't think I could hold on any longer." Hong Kong grind his teeth and tried pulling England up, but England was not exactly the lightest country.

"Eh? What do you mean if you can't hold on? You have to! If you let go now-"

"I won't let go, but…" Right after Hong Kong finished his sentence, England's weight had finally succeeded in pulling Hong Kong down.

"ANYONE! HELP!" England shouted as the both of them fell into the hole.

"Hmm?" Germany looked up.

"Germany san, is anything bothering you?" Japan asked.

"No… I thought I heard England screaming." Germany replied and looked at Japan.

"I did not hear anything. It must have been your imagination. Also, sorry to disturb you, but we should stop Italy kun from doing that." Japan pointed to a certain Italy, who had started to draw on the walls with a crayon happily, despite a wailing China desperately trying to stop him and the other countries' stares.

"Hmm. You are right. Maybe it was my imagination after all." Germany nodded and took a deep breath, "ITALY!"