[ Hah, I know the feeling. XD ]
--The Kingdom Of Prussia ;; Gilbert Beilschmidt--
The albino nation was out for a stroll in the streets of his brother's nation, hands in his pockets and a usual cocky grin that he flashed whenever he saw something awesome, which, of course, was quite often, since it was Germany. He stopped after a while, leaning against the wall of a small shop he'd passed earlier on his way through the German market, his crimson gaze flicking about, and the grin had turned into a bored expression. Maybe he should drop by Hungary, or Austria even, and bug them? Nein.. they're probably too busy thinking about how they should have treated me, because finally they might have realized how awesome I am! Gilbert thought to himself with a small hmm, wondering what else he could do, or who else he could bother.
--Canada ;; Madeline Williams--
The golden-haired girl stepped out of her house, taking care to lock the door behind her [ even though she didn't know why she still bothered, since nobody seemed to know where she lived and such ], then carefully walked down the icy steps of her porch and into the snow-filled walkway. The plow must have not come through here, yet.. She thought with a shrug, walking through the knee-deep, powdery ice crystals as if it was nothing to her, and it was - she was quite used to this. Madeline made sure to step carefully, not wanting to slip and fall again like last time, and didn't loose the concentration until she reached the sidewalk, which had been cleared recently. Hm.. I wonder what papa's doing today.. She thought, wondering if she should pay him a visit or something of the sort as she brushed clinging snow off of her pants.
--Im Yong Soo ;; South Korea--
The young boy was sitting on the couch in his own home, an Xbox controller in his hand and a headset placed upon his head. His brow furrowed for a few moments and he shouted something into the headset in Korean, then relaxed. This process repeated itself several times before he just sighed, tossing the controller aside and rubbing his eyes. He'd been up all night, playing a new game that Japan had given him recently. On the outside, he expressed disinterest and disgust in the game, but when he had gotten home, it was the first priority - to try it out. He sighed, getting up from the beanbag and trudging towards the kitchen.
--Mei Yao ;; Taiwan--
The small Asian teen was heading up Im Yong's walkway, a small basket in her hands. She reached a hand out to ring the bell, then waited for Korea to answer it, and hopefully soon, or else the lunch she'd made for her brother would get cold.
[Also all open. ~ ]