Alvilda wrote:(I had a great Christmas as well.^^))
London put her hands in her coat pockets, patiently waiting to leave. This would be the, now, second time she would be going to a world meeting. They were interesting, funny, and yet uncomfortable. "You went drinking with Russia?" She asked quietly, unable to imagine why someone would drink vodka with him. Shaking her head as if to dismiss the question, she walked back down the stairs, forgetting about her hunger.
France spotted his little sister and immidiantly stood up. "Jeanne, ma petite soeur! How have you been?" He ran over, picked her up, and hugged her.
"I always go out drinking with the other countries, London. Russia's just a bit misunderstood from the days in the wars. He really just wants a friend that understands him, even if is was once a cold hearted man, when you warm up to him, he's just a big teddy bear." Ireland said with a smile.