America deadpanned. "U-Uh... I-I'm sorry, dude... Your eyes are really pretty, it's just they're kinda.. Y'know.." He chuckled sheepishly at himself, an anime sweatdrop running down the back of his head.
Prussia snorted, smirking. "Ja, und you're really short~" he teased her, laughing. "But vhy is it still snowing over zhere?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
Italy stiffened a little in fear, then cleared his throat nervously. "Ahaha... S-Sì, that's good enough~" he said, laughing weakly. He turned his gaze to the floor, watching his and Germany's footsteps and trying to match them, his brown eyes wide in concentration.
Russia looked back at China, laughing a little. "Nyet~ I wouldn't want you to run away, now would I?" he asked him, pushing the doors open and walking outside with China. "Haha! So, we're taking a plane; I hope you don't get vertigo easily, comrade," he teased as they walked on the sidewalk toward the airport.

