~we watched our lives on the screen...

[Jimmeh]

[[ooc: LOL SO I MADE THIS LIKE THREE HOURS AGO BEFORE TIGER CLAIMED ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND I WAS STILL UNSURE ON WHAT PAIRINGS WOULD HAPPEN. I'M KEEPING THE OOC TAGS BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO SAY HERE.

ALSO THIS POST IS EFFING LONG.

Title ripped from a My Chemical Romance song. Oh God, I think I'm starting to like them and their leather pants and their goffickness. Save meee ;;

I know this is long-ass. But I wanted to write all the characters I had in so it could be a big awesome nation party. That and I'm feeling particularly wordy today.

Also, if anyone wants to do PrusAus, SwitzAus, PruCan, AsaKiku, or LietPol, I have at least one of those characters~]]

One. Two. Three. Four. The same familiar rhythm of his watch grated on Roderich's nerves as he made his way though the throng, unsure where he was going, and not caring just as equally. When the Austrian walked, there had always been was a bit of an pompous swing in his gait, but for some reason, it had decreased a bit that day. This party, in itself, would not be very interesting, he was sure, though it was set in a place where it tried desperately to be. Parts of the club were lit in offensive shades of neon, illuminating the edges of tables and making no corner entirely dark. Roderich didn't actually mind going out when the occasion called for it, but parties were another thing; this one was being run by Francis, and he wondered vaguely why'd he'd even been invited in the first place.

He felt someone who he couldn't identify entirely bump into his shoulder, and he mumbled something akin to "excuse me", though it was unintelligible under the sounds of the crowd. It wasn't that big of a group, but most of the attendees had consumed a formidable amount of alcohol within the past few hours.

Arthur found himself in a similar situation, though, the person he had ran into was no other than Matthew, who. (Unlike Roderich, however, upon seeing the other, he had no idea who he was.) The Canadian quickly gave an apology, before darting off into another corner, where he sat alone, his body language somewhat relived from the solitude but his eyes still remaining nervous. This left Arthur standing there, a bit distraught, searching out someone familiar, to no avail.

Feliks, unlike most of the generally anti-social European countries (with only a few being exceptions), was having the time of his life. At least, the time of his life at the moment; it was a rare occasion he was not in a good mood (but when he was, it was quite exaggerated before rising back up to normal) in the first place. He leaned against the counter of the bar, waiting for the barkeep to bring the drink he had ordered. Through his perspective, it had been taking quite a while, and though he wanted to complain, the nagging feeling of it being unnecessary and rude got the better of him. As it usually did, his mind quickly jumped to another topic--Like, c'mon, where's Liet? He called me like an hour ago and he's still not here. If he ditched, I'll like totally kill him! Actually, Toris had said he would maybe come, provided the weather cleared up a bit--it hadn't--and Ivan felt kind enough to let him off early--he, most likely, didn't, but the Pole never really had an eye for details.

[pumpkinmurderer]

[[shhhhhngh. Here goes nothin'. OH, OH~~~ The name I'm using for Hong Kong is Maddox. And the name I'm using for Germania is Ludovicus. :B]]

"Ve~ Ve~ Ve~" Feliciano had decided one thing about this party: he would be as adventurous as possible. He wouldn't stay by anyone's side, he would keep moving. As hard as it was for him to stay away from Ludwig, he had managed to keep his small goal constant. He eagerly looked around, running amongst the crowd with carefree vigor, nearly slamming against quite a few people. That is, until he collided with the bar. He slid over the top to the other side, and popped up right behind Feliks. "Huh? Oh! Hi Feliks!"

Maddox was undeniably bored. He'd been sitting on the ground in the middle of the dance floor for quite awhile, people watching, but it simply wasn't entertaining him.

Maddox stood and glanced around, keeping his regular visage of boredom pasted to his face. Seeing a familiar fuzzy-browed face, he walked straight towards it.

Gilbert felt like bothering Roderich. He felt like doing a bunch of things.

Ludovicus was not allowing Gilbert out of his sight. However mature his grandson could be on occasion, he wasn't going to let him screw up a perfectly... horrible party.

So, the Prussian pranced (not so much pranced, it was more of a restrained skip) in no particular direction, his elder weighing him down. He spotted Roderich and immediately shouted, "HEY, MOLE!" above the clamor of the surrounding people, ignoring the annoyed glance that was sent by his grandfather.

[Jimmeh]

"Like, oh my god, hi, Feli!" Feliks looked up, his bored expression quickly flickering over to his trademark grin. Giving the other a brisk hug, he turned to the barkeep, who had brought him his drink, and thanked him quickly. (It seemed like when Feliks got lucky, he stayed lucky.) "It's been, like, forever!" (Forever, by the Pole's standards, was a short span of weeks.) "Like, how've you been?"

Arthur looked up, immediately recoiling upon seeing Maddox crossing over to him. Regardless of this, he waved politely at the other--the relationship between the two had been awkward after the Asian country had become independent, but that didn't give the Englishman an excuse to avoid him completely.

Roderich gritted his teeth, turning sharply on one heel and heading to a corner table that was empty. Any effort to avoid the other usually failed, but as long as it postponed sustaining a conversation with the Prussian, it was worthwhile. In the time that he did have to notice Gilbert, however, he sent him a carefully constructed glare, its poisonous emotions faintly masked by the standard polite demeanor he used on people, regardless of whether he liked them or not.

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