
Ludwig sighed. He was going to follow Berlin's example, and ask for some aspirin. But forget it. He grabbed a thing of beer instead, and chugged it down in a rather spectacular fashion. His cheeks began to redden, but the world did seem a little bit brighter.
He stretched, and sighed. Then he moved over to take his seat next to Alfred.

"Well..." America tried to make the best of things. "At least I brought some Coke with me." He'd eaten his plate of sausages and potatoes, and enjoyed it; but he was still disappointed about there being no hamburgers. He grinned as Ludwig sat next to him. Alfred gave Ludwig a pat on the back. "Next time, order us all some McDonalds. You know there's a reason every country has one!"

Georgie was mashing his potatoes expertly. He might be, technique-wise, a bit closer to Ireland than Germany--but he knew what he was doing.
"Orion," he said, "Make shure ya teach Japan!" Georgia was sure the eastern country would be a little at a loss with all this.

*snore*
(Not that I'm surprised... but, poor Leit! Tell America, he always wants to fight Russia!)