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Post by England on Oct 8, 2012 19:44:11 GMT -5
"I'm just glad we're still alive." the oldest of the three muttered, ready to fall asleep, pressed against the other nations. That would have been very awkward, though, so as soon as America made a move to break away, so did he. England pulled away from the two younger nations groggily, immediately clutching himself to pally the loss of warmth. If he didn't get inside now, he was sure he would freeze.
"Right, we can make all those dandy little plans in the morning. For now, what would you say to just getting back inside and slipping back under the warm covers where you won't risk freezing your bloody toes off?" he grumbled, taking a step towards the door to prompt them all to return. It's not like he didn't want to hold his two ex-colonies much longer than he had (it had been way too long since England had felt that sort of platonic closeness, and he sorely missed it), but he much rather do it in a place where there would be no drafts.
"If nobody cleaned up after you, we'd be getting diseases from unsanitary environments left and right. Whatever it is you do, don't blow up the kitchen. Also, get inside so we can just get this night over with."
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