___ took a minute to observe the room. Usually, she would have flipped out by now. Nonetheless, she continued to look around. Various other people were sleeping in the room, carefully sprawled out in many places. Toris and Raivis were sitting up against the end of the bed, silently snoring. Gilbert was leaning up against the icy window, also snoring. Antonio was passed out half in the closet and half out. Now, Francis was the only reasonable one. He slept in the center of the room in a sleeping bag complete with a sleeping mask. However, Feliciano was leaning on his big brother's abdomen, and Lovino was up against him. Normally, ___ would not have dared to be in a room full of other teenagers - especially of the male gender and being of a personification of some country elsewhere in the world.

    She, now, turned her attention back to the warm arm that held onto her waist. ___ inhaled deeply, gripping his arm. As if sensing that she did not want him touching her. The dark-blond man extracted his arm, his face turning to look at ___. His glasses were askew and his hair was all tangled and messed up. He had either partied really hard the night before, or he had slept extremely well. Face bright red, ___ shouted, 'Eduard?'. Said Estonian man sat up too quick and wailed his head on the bed post. From her shout, two more shouts echoed, 'WHAT'S GOING ON?' and soon the whole room full of men were scrambling up to see whom had shouted.

    Eduard rubbed the top of his head, "Ah, tere hommikust, ___," he gave her a smile, "Ah, this is really awkward..."

    She was just about to reply with a sarcastic comment, but thought better of it. Instead, she gripped her pounding head and asked what time it was. They did have school today. It would not be good to miss the first day of the new year. Especially now. It was senior year. For a few seconds, the room was quiet, almost completely. A few other nations were trying to wake themselves up. The one who replied to her question, however, was Toris.

    "Oh no!" he shouted loudly, causing several groans, "It's almost homeroom. If we're all late...oh no."

    Almost everyone else was jumping up, except for a few stragglers. ___ was one of the ones getting ready. She jumped up quickly, her eyes scanning the room for her shoes. She needed to get home to shower and change still. How could she go to class smelling like a bar?! She ignored the constant complaining of headaches and noises, and shuffled through all the blankets on the bed - until the Estonian said something.

    "Your face is really red, ___," Eduard muttered, "It's cute."

    Her relationship with the nation was awkward enough for him being part of the chorus club - one she was denied entry for. It was even more awkward because they were neighbors growing up too. However, sleeping beside him in a bed, drunk was yet another layer on the cake. His compliment had scared her slightly. ___ tumbled falling onto Francis' lap. He chuckled slightly after a slight 'oomph'. She squealed again, falling onto Feliciano and Lovino. The younger Italian opened a single eye to look up. His face went bright red as he smiled and chanted ,'ciao bella!'

    Eduard stood up from the bed as well, buttoning his shirt up. If it were possible, ___'s face went even redder. The Estonian dug around under the bed before extracting her shoes. He tossed the sneakers over. She quickly thanked him, shoving her feet immediately into the shoes.

    "I-I'll see you all in second period. I swear I'll be there!"

    With that said and done, she ran for the door and was soon gone.
    ___ was very wrong. By the time she had gotten home, showered, and gotten to school, it was almost third period's end. Even though it was still a vacation day, she could not help but be mad. School was mandatory on this day, but only so they could catch up with everyone else. Of course, she was all caught up as it was. Holding a few notebooks deemed difficult while running with a lunch box, and a book-bag. Eventually, she was on the second floor and in front of the classroom. At first, she hesitated. She wondered if it would be awkward seeing Eduard here. They were never particularly close (Ivan was to blame mostly). Yet, at the same time they used to be really good friends up until entrance into this school.

    Taking a big breath, she pushed the door open. Several students were sleeping at their desks, and several others were chatting in hushed voices. ___ strutted over to her desk and sat down immediately. She silently prayed that no one would approach her. Still, her head was pounding and her shoulder still ached from the night previous. However, her wish was denied.

    "Hello, ___," Eduard pulled a chair over to her desk, "I wanted to talk to you about your boyfriend. Or, ah, ex-boyfriend."
    ___ let out a low sigh, "Look, the reason I got drunk at that party last night was to celebrate him ditching me," she said, "I'm done with him now, so please do not even mention him."
    "That actually pleases me," Estonia smiled, "I actually wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime."
    Face a bright red, she looked at her hands, "A-ah, sure, sure," she said, "I-I don't mind. As long as Ivan doesn't bug me about it, then I'm all for it."