I clicked open the lock of my house and pushed my way inside. The house seemed eerily empty as I strode into the kitchen, all the Baltics were probably and Poland's house mourning my soon to be takeover. I searched through my bar, if those useless leeches had taken any... oh there it was. Pouring myself some vodka I pushed through another door into my private hideaway, my bedroom.<br/><br/>The walls were lined with bookshelves, and those, in turn were covered in books. I pulled an nondescript book off the shelf and laid it on a nearby table, blowing the dust particles swirling and dancing into the air. I flipped through the floor plans of most of the other countries and when I finally found Poland's I was not disappointed. Her house may be small but the layout was lovely and the decor was timeless.<br/><br/>I continued to flip through photos of her house until I heard the door slam shut. I quickly put everything away and headed back to the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Hello Latvia, Estonia." They quivered slightly in my presence and I smirked, they were so weak. "Did you have a good time with Felka?" They said nothing so rolled my eyes and turned away "Well then, ????????? ???? (goodnight) I will see you in the morning." As soon as I had disappeared into my room I heard a quiet conversation begin then fade as the two states walked towards their rooms.<br/><br/>I pulled off my my scarf and my jacket then quickly changed into my pajamas. War was soon to be upon us. I might as well get some sleep while I was able to. The blanket had just settled itself over me and I had found the elusive 'comfy spot' on my bed when a shrill noise penetrated my sleepy brain. I growled and reached for the phone. It was Germany. Fucking yay. "GODDAMMIT LUDWIG!" I was practically screaming "What the HELL do you wan at this ungodly hour!" There was a shocked silence at the other end of the phone before Ludwig spoke.<br/><br/>"I am sorry to have woken you Ivanka but I thought you should know that there will be a meeting tomorrow at my house." I sat up and ran my fingers through my hair. "That was why you phoned? To tell me about a meeting?" My voice was cold but I could hear how tired I was. "Yes I will be there. If I don't kill you tomorrow, consider yourself lucky." I slammed the phone down and scrunched back under my blankets, cursing Germany the whole time. The nerve of that rat bastard.