"I feel like something bad is going to happen. . ."

Russia looked around for the voice, only to find that Canada was right infront of him.

"You need to stop disapearing, da!" He would pat Canada on the head, heavily, to assure himself that he was there.

Canada flinches at the pat. "I don't dissapear. People just forget." He said as he walked towards the kitchen. "Would you like something to drink.."

Follows Canada, having nothing else to do.

"Da... what do you have?" he asked, smiling.

Russia would adjust his scarf a bit, wondering if America would show. Then things would get interesting.

Canada takes out some coffee, water, tea, wine, hot chocolate, and....why was there Vodka in the fridge. ". . ."

Walked up from behind Canada, leaning over to look in the fridge. As if his host wasn't there, Russia would reach in, and take out the bottle of Vodka.

"Ah, I was wondering where I left this..."

He would turn around, and head for the kitchen table.

"Oi, Mattie! I didn't know you were chummy with Russia!" America popped out of nowhere, a cup of hot coffee that he brought with him in his hand. "Oh! Hey, Russia." He looked warily at him, clearly threatening to do something terrible if he was plotting something evil and stuff.

Canada froze. He looked over to America. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE...." He said, obviously nto expecting the sudden introusion. "And Russia is a guest. Nothing more." He montioned to the said person. Kumajirou leaped over to America, somewhat happy to see him.

America pouts. "Dude, I came to visit! I know you never get guests over, so I came!" He took a hearty swallow of his coffee, relishing the heat. "So, why was there vodka in your fridge?"

He takes out some hot chocolate, placing it in the microwave for 30 seconds. "I get guests. You just never see them." Matthew shrugs, looking over to the fridge. "I don't even know, eh. Seemingly, Russia left it there...somehow." He looks over to Ivan, suspicious.

He was dragged around, and temporarily forgotten. "Ej, hej!!" He sat down at the table next to Russia, and took the bottle. "Hn!"

Canada looked over to Denmark. "..Er...Did I do something wrong?"

Keeps his bottle of Vodka. "Net. It's mine. I left it here, da!"

Canada sighs and tosses a bottle to Den.

Ivan leans back, waving to America in a friendly manner, before opening his bottle of Vodka.

Ah, Canada, do you have any food?

Russia asked this calmly, despite the fact that most of them came on short notice- or no notice at all.

"What would you like?"

Canada opened the fridge again, searching through it.

Ivan took a gulp of his Vodka, smiling to himself.

"Ah, anything warm?" He asked, not obnoxious enough to ask for something from his place.

Canada took out some pancakes.

Russia smiled wider, taking another gulp of his Vodka.

"Da, that would be great!"

He would wait a bit with the silence, then try to strike up some friendly chat.

"Ah, has anyone seen the Axis lately?"

Canada place the pancakes infront of Russia, shaking his head. "I don't think I have."

Russia smiled, thanking Canada in his usual, innocent tone.

"Ah, Spasibo Canada!"

He would look around to the others, wondering if they had any answers...

"Now that ya mention it... I wonder what's up with them." America grinned brightly. "I should give Italy a call! He makes great food!"

Canada nods. "It's true. He does." He looks over to the microwave and sighs, setting the timer for thirty seconds once again. "I forgot.."

Russia blinked, watching America closely as he spoke.

"Ah, he's harmless."

Russia would then turn his attention to the pancakes, starting to eat.

... How long will it be before America asks for a hamburger?

Canada looks back over to Russia.

"Want some Maple Syrup?"

Looked up, smiling widely.

"Da!"

He still kept up that sweet voice, matching his childish face. You'd think people would know by now...