"I--I agree. It's time to go home," England stuttered. Despite having thought the food fight would turn into something like this, he still was surprised to see it happen--and France's death threats weren't helping matters.
After throwing a glare to Francis, Arthur pulled Alfred out of the coat room, put the chair back against the wall, and shook the sleeping nation. "America. Wake up. You slept through a food fight and France wants to kill me. I'm going home." He said this a bit bitterly; the most enjoyable part of his day was, sadly enough, America sleeping on his couch, which made him remember that he still needed to clean it. England groaned at the thought.
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