FFFFF I DUNNO WE SHOULD BOTH BRING SOMEONE LOL

whydoiwannasayRussia because that would be TOTALLY WEIRD LOL

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

if you bring Sealand im bringing Sweden and that would start another fight LOLYES uh HA howaboutGreeceANDTurkey NOLOL FFFFF i dunno this is a DECISION

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

IT WOULD HUMOR ME TOO but then youd have all the posts LOL I VOTE VODKA FFFFFF i think Russia would be like the most random thing ever. America's house. at night. FFFFF

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

.... UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFGreece? I dunno IDUNNO

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Canada nodded at Japan, opening the door and disappearing inside for a moment. If it was anyone else, it would have taken only a few minutes. But Canada, being the clumsy one that he was, took so long to get two simple drinks because he slipped and fell flat on his back, thankfully not holding the drinks, but it took him a moment to get back up and out to the deck again. He gave Japan his water and set the coke down where England could find it, then sat down, rubbing the back of his head.

Meanwhile, America had been picking up rather large logs that looked fairly old and carrying them on his shoulders. "Ahh reminds me of the old days, chopping down trees and hauling wood." He mentioned to no one in particular, though he expected England to know what he was talking about. He wandered over to a portable fire pit, kicking off the top and setting the logs inside. He stood there, waiting for England to do whatever before he could pick up the handles and wheel it over to the others.

GGG I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS IS GONNA WORK LOL hawhaw world conference I BET THAT WOULD BE THE FUNNEST RP EVER LOL

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Canada took in a deep breath, wondering what he could say to start up a conversation. As soon as he was about to say something, he shot a look of confusion as he heard something strange going on closeby. It sounded like it was in the driveway. He looked to Japan, as if he would know exactly what it was.

The pit was set down, along with extra wood beside it. America started arranging the logs accordingly, then grabbed a box of matches from the grill. In a few minutes, a fire was started. America seemed oblivious to the strange noises in the driveway as he went into the house to grab the marshmallows, graham crackers, and chocolate bars. He looked around, then at Canada, "Didn't you get me anything?"
"You didn't ask..."
"Ah whatever." He went back inside for a moment, coming back out and sitting down again.

"I heard something weird in the driveway, did you hear it too?" Canada sat forward, tilting his head. America shrugged and shook his head.

And there was a knock at the door.

FFFFF this could be either one LOL I DUNNO i fail GGGG

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Japan spoke up, which got Canada nervous. Though he wasn't sure why, but it could've been anybody. America took a step over to the door, but Japan got to it first and went on in. He followed him to the front door, staying a distance away to let the shorter male answer first. Pushing his glasses up, he prepared himself for whoever would be on the other side.

The door cracked open with nothing out of the ordinary to reveal. A bit more, they could tell he was tall. A little more, a... scarf? The door opened all the way. Two big purple eyes looked down at Japan on the other side, blinking in confusion.

"Eh? What are you doing here, Mr. Japan?"

America stared at his own doorway in confusion as if there was an alien at his door. He stepped over to his door, pushing Japan slightly so he could be part of the conversation as well. "I should be asking you that..." He craned his neck to see if Russia's car was out in his driveway.
"My car, it went up in smoke, see. And lucky for me I stopped right at your house." He pointed a giant thumb back at his car, which was indeed belching out puffs of dark smoke. He looked at the two of them, "... Why are you green?"
"Ah, long story, uh.. Well, I guess you can come in... We were just starting a fire, so--"
"Oh you have company?"
"Yeah, but it's cool. Come in." He waved a hand before stepping out of the doorway to let the stranded Russia in. As he walked in, he pulled off his scarf, "It's a bit warm today, isn't it?"

GAH i FAIL oh well FFF

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

OH HO HO i think i would die HURRRR *fans self*

Russia padded in (though with his feet padding sounded more like stomping), taking a look around. America invited him to take his shoes off at the door, and he obliged. America studied him as he did so. It was odd, he wasn't quite used to seeing Russia in such casual clothes. Just a black T-shirt and khakis. America wondered how long he had been around the neighborhood, he wasn't dressed for the weather at all. Especially with that scarf, he always wore some kind of scarf.
Russia folded his palms contently behind his back, "Ah, if I could use your phone..."
America nodded, "Yeah, it's in the kitchen, there." He pointed, leaving Russia to do whatever was needed before going back outside with Japan.

Canada blinked at England, smiling and nodding, "Yep yep!" He stood, stretched a bit, then went over to an obscure corner of the house where the lawn chairs were hidden. He grabbed two at a time, and with England's help, the chairs were set up in no time at all. Canada sat down again, shooting a grin at England before sitting back and staring at the fire contently. "I wonder what's taking brother so long..." He thought about what would happen if it was serious, but it didn't sound too serious. America or Japan would have asked for their help by now. He combed his bangs back in thought, fiddling with his glasses at the same time.

PRODUCTIVE.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America sat down, setting the different foods on the ground safely for the others to take, then taking a few BBQ forks out of his other hand and giving one to everyone. "Yeah, I guess he was driving through and his car broke down." It didn't seem odd to him at all, Russia's car breaking down. The thing was an old piece of crap that had to be a few decades old at least. He didn't understand why he couldn't get himself a new one, since he was one of the more powerful people in his country. His blue eyes flickered up at England and Japan, knowing exactly what they felt. "Don't get yourselves all wound up, alright? We don't need any more fights today."

Canada felt a bit edgy at his brother's words, now. He wasn't quite aware of any relations between the others and Russia. As far as Canada himself was concerned, he didn't mind the guy that much. He was still a bit scared of him from the Cold War, but that was over and past. That and he sat on him once at a meeting. That didn't need to be remembered, he turned his sights back to the fire, sticking a marshmallow onto his fork and setting it near the fire. He watched as America did the same, but instead of roasting it slowly, he stuck it right in the fire and let it catch. Canada blinked, "You can't make them like that, they won't roast all the way."
America grinned, "This is quicker."

The phone had hung up. Russia leaned against the counter, setting his elbows on the table. He puffed out a breath, blowing his bangs up in the air for a moment before running a purple gaze across the kitchen. Definitely American. The lumbering Russian put a hand to his forehead, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. It would be hours before anyone came by to pick up his car. He smelled the fire burning outside, sending a bit of nostalgia through him.
Canada was the first to want to go inside. "Okey, we need some serviettes..." He stood, setting his fork down and keeping his hands spread out to keep the sticky mess away from everything. He carefully opened the door and walked inside, quickly grabbing a bunch of napkins after wiping his hands off. His blue eyes landed on Russia, who had turned around at the sound of a door opening. "Ah... hi..." He stammered.
"Hello." Russia answered politely.
Canada swallowed nervously, "Erm... We're making smores outside, eh? Care to join us while you wait?"
Russia blinked, a kind smile spreading across his face, "I would love to."

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America sat back, smearing another burnt marshmallow onto a graham cracker. "I wouldn't worry, Japan, the thing's really old." After finishing his second smore he took a bite out of it, his face becoming a bit sticky with melted marshmallow. He was glad Canada went in to get napkins. As soon as Canada and Russia came out, he quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped off his face.

Canada saw the looks Japan and England gave Russia, blushing in slight embarrassment that he invited the large light-haired man out in the first place. Russia waved to everyone, taking a seat between Canada and America. The his purple eyes locked on the fire as if it was hypnotizing him. Russia never thought of having a fire in weather like this. It was a nice experience.
Canada set down the pile of napkins, "I got some serviettes if you get sticky..."
America chortled, "Serviettes?" He enjoyed poking at his brother's accent. He took another bite of his smore.
Canada blushed, "Fine, napkins." He flicked America's shoulder before making himself another smore.

Russia gave a slight chuckle at the two brothers, sitting back in his chair and staring into the fire again. He was taken by surprise when Canada handed him the smore he just made with a smile. Russia's already rosey cheeks seemed to redden a bit more as he took the food gladly with a thanks. Out of the corners of his eyes sat Japan. He never did take the shorter one out of his sights. Out of everyone, Japan was the one he suspected the most to make an aggressive move. And the fork in his hand would make a wonderful weapon if he wanted to.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America watched intently at Japan's smore production as well, and he would've commented if England hadn't beaten him to it. He finished his second smore, wiping any marshmallow or chocolate off his face and licking any excess off his fingers. Canada politely asked Russia to switch seats with him, which happened, and the younger blond raised a finger, "Eating contest?"
America's eyes brightened, either with joy or competitivness, "I'm game."

Russia took a bite out of his smore, savoring the melty chocolate and hot marshmallow. He let out a quiet sigh of satisfaction. (god im making myself hot *FANFANFAN*) His fire-glazed eyes went over to the two brothers in wonder. America and Canada could both eat a ridiculous amount of food. He honestly had no idea who would win at this sort of thing. He looked down at his smore. Especially with something this rich... He looked over to England, a bit surprised that he would ask such a question. Russia didn't even want to answer since England was the one asking, but he managed to find enough politeness inside. "A local garage, I guess... I had to look it up somewhere..." Maybe not enough politeness to be specific.

Meanwhile America and Canada had already gotten three smores each ready, and were still roasting more marshmallows. Each of them had a competitive look in their eyes and they were both mumbling playful insults to each other.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Everyone seemed to be admiring Japan's little creation. All but one. And those two purpley-orange eyes glared right through him. He took this chance to study Japan over, to see if he really was going to make any moves or not. Russia kept masking his true intentions with a smile, like the master of disguise he was. After a few moments, he tore his eyes away, finishing the last of his smore before going back to Canada and America, who were still making their contest pile.

America and Canada both had a good stack of smores going, there had to be around eight now, but they kept making more and more. Canada was starting to wonder how many they were going to make before they would stop. And it wasn't like they were running out of ingredients, it was as if they were planning on having this contest. America kept chuckling to himself, most likely thinking of how good it would feel to beat his brother at this. At some point, Canada shoved his arm, which made him shove back, and that led to a small fight while still managing to roast marshmallows. Russia giggled slightly at the two of them.

TOTAL FAIL AGH oh well FFF

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.