
Georgia flinched, covering his ears with his hands as New Zealand screeched right next to him. "Ma'am, doya think ya could quiet it down ah little?" He said, his sweet voice coating his irritation like a gilded web.
Then he saw what made her scream.
"AAAAAH!!! wth?? omg??!" He ran to hide behind his father, his eyes wide with trauma.

"There, there, young hero." America laughed, patting Georgie-kun's head as soothingly as he could. "Character building. You wouldn't believe how normal this is!"
His voice was still as loud as a trumpet.

"D*mn American... shut up!" Ludwig commanded. His headache had evolved into a migraine. If it got any worse, he would have found it difficult to move, let alone change into normal clothes. He grabbed the clothes his brother threw at them (including underwear... which was why Berlin helping him would have been traumatizing).
He stuck his tongue out at Prussia. Oh, so sue him. Any Nation deserved the chance to behave childishly in this sort of situation.
"When I get my hands on whoever started this... oooh," he groaned, walking unsteadily into the closet to change.

Su-san stared at Finland, then nodded once. He stood stiff and uncomfortable by his "wife's" side. He did let himself wave a little to the friendly Romano.
There was food still on the table, so he stepped over the unconscious bodies of the other nations to take his seat. He stared at the wurst.
Eyuck.