Breezy/Otaku were bored~

England: *Rolls eyes* You're certainly something else aren't you? How do people manage to deal with you?

Germany: *Continues to pat her head* What did it mean? *He then blinks, realizing that he's not sure if he truly wants to know or if he wants to come to a realization. He shakes his head, it's better to know* Don't be afraid to tell me...

America: *Swallows last bite* Well maybe ya judged me too soon! I just don't like cooking regular food that often. Actually I don't like to cook at all! *Laughs*

Italy: *Looks up from the pillow slightly, still blushing* Well... It kind of meant something... *Feels a little nervous* I-I kind of.... *Shoves face back in pillow* I'ma sorry!

England: *looks a little disgusted but eats as well. He finishes soon enough and places the plate on the coffee table* Who knew that you could make normal food?

Germany: *Pats her head and sighs* Don't worry about it, it didnt mean anything right? *Blinks as if he kind of holes that it did*

America: *Shoving food in his mouth* yr wlcme!

Italy: *Blushes deep red* I-I kissed you? *She covers her face with a pillow* I'ma so sorry Germany!

England: *Groans at his loud voice* You can't be quiet for a moment can you? *Sits up though and takes looks at the plates with the tiniest of smiles* Thank you though...

Germany: *Glances away and scratches his cheek* Kiss? Uh well, yes but you were drunk, so I don't think you were aware when you kissed... me.

(lol punny )

America: *Comes back with breakfast and a piece of bacon in his mouth* Yo Iggy! *Sees he's asleep and sighs* For Christ's sake, do I need to jump on you in order to wake you up?! Oh that sounds wrong... *Laughs*

Italy: Hmm... *Thinks a minute and touches her lips* Did I kiss someone?

(Oh that's awesome! Or should I say... HETAAWESOME! Lol... That wasn't funny... ^^")

England: Oh, no nothing. *Shut eyes as he waits for America to finish, unknowingly beginning to drift off again*

Germany: *Pauses and then shakes his head* No, nothing bad, at least nothing that couldn't be handled. You don't remember?

(Oh, I'm gonna see if my friend wants to join. She's been pestering me for a place to rp)

America: *Starts making eggs and hears England* You say somethin?

Italy: *Takes the pills and water* Grazie... *Falls back on the bed and moans slightly* I'ma sorry Ia got drunk... Did I do anything bad?

(It's fine~)

England: Sunny side up is good. *Stretches and lays back on the couch, turning on the TV, for once ignoring the faeries that frolicked over to him* Not now Tink...

Germany: *Hears Italy's whimpering and sighs. At least he had time to make dome sausages. He grabbed a bottle of asprin and a glass of water and walks upstairs to her* Here, take these. Maybe this'll teach you to drink more responsively. *Holds out pills and water to her*

(Sorry I'm late ^^")
America: Just because I eat of ton of burgers doesn't mean I eat them for breakfast! *Goes into the kitchen and starts making bacon and eggs* How do you like your eggs?

Italy: *Wakes up with a major headache* Ugggghh! *Puts a pillow over her head and starts whimpering like a puppy*

(okay~)

England: I don't particularly feel like eating hameburgers for breakfast. *sighs but goes to sit down on the couch* Just don't blow up my kitchen.

Germany: *Sighs and falls asleep. The chirping of the birds woke him up at the crack of dawn and gently pries Italy's arms from around him. He gets up and goes down to make some food for the both of then*

America: Oh heck nah! *Blocks him from the kitchen* As your guest, I will cook! Plus your cooking is destructive!

Italy: *Comes closer.Cuddles Germany* Ve~ *Still asleep*

(Should we just skip to morning for the Italy and Germany? =w=)

(Bye~)

England: Because France is always at your place right?. *Sighs bitterly and doesn't look at America* Oh well. I'm making scones if you want any.

Germany: Italy.... * sighs and picks her up bridal style, carrying her to his room. Gently, he places her on the bed and covers her with the sheet before changing his clothes and slide in the bed, laying as far away as possible*

America: *Gets up* I'm sorry! I thought you were France or somethin!

Italy: *Is already asleep somehow*

(Gtg see ya!)

England: *Glares and walks away without a word to the kitchen to make some breakfast* Ungrateful twat. *grumbles as he begins to cook*

Germany: I'm sure you can sleep by yourself. *Glances at her and sighs* Fine... But just this once! *Strolls up to his house and walks in with her* Are you going to bed now?

(Oh grazie! =w=)
America: *Grabs England's hand thinking that he's a rapist (thinks he's at his place)* GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY. ME. *Opens his blue eyes* Oh it's you... *Sweat drops* Sorry dude!

Italy: *Shakes head* Can I sleep in your bed~? I don't like sleeping alone...

(Oh, I didnt notice your message before...screen's so small, butt the background is really cute~)

England: *Glances at America and smiles, he'd deal with him in a bit* First, pain meds. *grabs a bottle of water and two pills and downs them. He then creeps over to America* He's a good kid. *gently brushes hair out of his face*

Germany: No, it's not likely knowing you. *Wraps an arm around her shoulder and pulls her close absently as he leads her out of the bar* My place. it's not too far from here

America: *Asleep on the couch, his glasses on the coffee table*

Italy: Aw I won't remember it~?... That sucks~! *Leans more on Germany kind of failing to keep balance*

England: *Shifts lightly in his sleep as America leaves and groans before drifting off again. He shifts again a few hours later as the sun rises and with a raging headache, walks downstairs in search of advil* I'm never drinking again....

Germany: *Blushes slightly* Maybe, but not when you're drunk. *sighs and twitches lightly* If I have to kiss you, I'd want you to remember it afterwards.

America: *Goes up and checks on Iggy, he carefully peeks in to see him asleep. He smiles slightly and gently kisses his forehead and whispers* Night Arty... *Leaves the room quietly*

Italy:... If you could kiss me again... Would you? Or would you let me kiss you? *Hic*

(Sorry about the background, I'm expirementing! XD)

England: *Smiles fondly and trudges upstairs. Changing his clothes and all that jazz before he climbs into bed* I guess it's okay to leave him by himself. *Cuddles pillow and starts drifting off*

Germany: *Glances at her warily* Sure Italy, what is it?

America: Kweel! *Starts watching TV* Lemme know if you need anything!

Italy: *Takes his hand* Grazie~ *Smiles* Hey Germany can I ask you a question?

England: Whatever you say America. *Fishes his key out of his pocket and opens the door, leading him in* I think I'm just going to change and sleep, you can do whatever you want America.

Germany: *Thinks it over and the sighs* Alright, you can come over, just no using my kitchen! *stands up and holds out a hand for the drunk Italian* Lets go.

America: Yeah I guess. *Lets go of him, but keeps an arm around him because he knows iggy's not steady* I'm still holdin onto ya tho! *Smiles heroically*

Italy: *Mumbles slightly* Can I stay with you Germany?... I think Roma's mad at me...

England: *Pouts* Fine, I guess you can. *Sighs* So will you let me down so I can open the door?

Germany: *Sighs* Oh Italy, are you ready to go home? Sleep it off?