Coats Island happily drank down some maple flavoured tea, sighing in absolute bliss. "This is delicious. Goes well with the carrot cake, let me tell you…" She set her tea cup down to take a bite of the aforementioned cake, and England chuckled. This girl always looked like she was eating delicately but somehow always managed to get some icing on her face, usually her eyebrow. She smiled as she finished up and sighed. "That was lovely…"

"Why did you pick that carrot cake above the lovely English cooking?" he asked, and she looked at him, seemingly trying to frown at him (She couldn't manage this, though).

"Because this one is better. I'm sure that yours is lovely, but it has no pineapple."

England's jaw actually dropped. "Canadian carrot cake uses pineapple?"

She nodded, making a little nom noise and he sweat dropped. "Coats Island… one: pineapple in carrot cake just isn't natural, two, you sounded just like Hanatamago, three, you need to try English carrot cake, and four, you have icing on your ear." He passed her a serviette and she wiped it off, giggling a little.

"Hanatamago is very cute though. She is so fluffy…"

England nodded but privately thought that Flying Mint Bunny was by far cuter than Hanatamago. As for Coats Island she was quite adorable but only as adorable as Mint Bunny when she was in the form of a fairy, otherwise she was Hanatamago level of cute. And she was actually rather loud, sometimes… just not as loud as her brother. But still, her company was rather enjoyable even if she was loud, clumsy and a little odd when it came to cake. (A/N: He means she doesn't like English carrot cake. Because pineapple in carrot cake is pretty damn tasty!)

He snapped out of his daydreaming to see her hide under the table, crossing her fingers. "Please don't find me, please don't find me, please don't find me…"

Loud steps echoed and England turned to see Sweden walking towards them, a serious look on his face.

"C'ts Isl'nd."

She appeared, and smiled, shivering and England felt like doing exactly the same at the glare he was being given.

"Why're y' h'din'?"

She laughed shakily. "No reason, Sweden! Just messing with you!"

He stared down and she hugged England's arm. "But England and me are going for a walk! Right, England?"

"Yes, that's right!" England said, and Sweden caught his arm.

"Don't h'rm m' d'ghter."

England frowned, and then gaped as Coats Island firmly marched him away. As soon as they were outside, he turned to her.

"You're his daughter?!"

She shook her head. "No! But, you know how he always calls Finland his wife?"

He nodded, not really seeing where this was going.

"Well, I'm kind of a reindeer reserve…" She blushed and hid her face in her hair and wrapped her jacket around her tightly as England chuckled as he worked out Sweden's logic, and stomped down the hall.

"Ha, ha, come back, Coats Island! I'm sorry, it's just very funny!"

She glared at him scarily and he was suddenly reminded of Canada. "What's so funny?"

He shrieked slightly. "Nothing! Nothing at all!"

Well, that did explain why Norway took care of her a little. It was actually quite funny, and he started to laugh while Coats Island ran off, angrily cursing British men who thought that it was funny she'd somehow-who-the-hell-knows-how been adopted by Sweden. She was just a maid at Canada's place, but he always brought her along to meetings even if he did occasionally forget her. She banged her head against the wall. "Ce n'est pas ma faute ... Suède est celui avec la logique stupide ..." (It's not my fault… Sweden is the one with the stupid logic…)

France appeared. "Eh, I 'eard my language! Who is that?"

She glared at him. "Go. Away."

He looked at her, and reached out to ruffle her hair. "Little Coats Island! I remember you! Ah you're so beautiful now!" He picked her up in his arms and started to hug her. Not a good idea if you've ever seen Canada play hockey. A dark red aura surrounded her and France noticed this. "Uh, au revoir, mon petit choux (my little cabbage)!" He laughed nervously, dropped her and backed off leaving Coats Island in a heap of dark aura.

Iceland stopped just as he was about to turn down a corridor and shivered. "Such a creepy feeling coming from that place." Norway walked down the corridor immediately and Iceland heard him hitting something.

"Aooow!" A scream of pain echoed through the building and Norway's voice replied.

"You are in the way."

"Only if you're going through the wall!" a voice snapped and Iceland stuck his head round the corner to see Coats Island clutching the back of her head with tears of pain in her eyes.

"I should have known it was someone who was always so loud…" he muttered and Norway nodded a little.

"I swear to Maple, I will burn all your stupid liquorice if you don't stay out of this!" Coats Island said, and curled up further into a small heap of Coats Island shaped misery, without the dark aura. Norway smacked her head again and she yelped.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"Big brothers always save their little siblings…" He then gave out a creepy aura as he leaned over to Iceland.

"Call me big brother. Big brother. Big brother. Call me big brother…."

Coats Island started to give out the creepy dark red aura. "Move out of the way, please." She had to sidestep them, and went back to the café where England was sitting with a scared look as a silent Sweden glared at him.

"Hey England…" She sat down next to him and he looked at her in surprise.

"Oh, Coats Island!" She inclined her head and Germany shouted at them to come back.

"I'm hiding under your chair this time, England. I just managed to annoy Norway…"