opens the door and blinks at him. She wasn't sure if he'd been serious. She pecks him on the cheek. "Come in."

reacts to the kiss as if he were a child, still wary of such things. >_e Nonetheless, he steps in and hands her a small box of cookies. He_

_was still a guest, after all. Even if the gift wasn't give much thought, if felt better than coming empty-handed.

beams at this and looks delightedly. "Oh thank you! Awesome! I love cookies! I have dinner if ya want some!"

loosens up the collar of his coat up some and replies with an affirmative, though dinner with Alicia had always been...interesting.

calls out to him as she goes to the kitchen. "You have a choice between chili dogs and Frito chili pie!"

freezes. "...*what*?" Oh, he's heard of America's chili before, but 'Frito chili pie'? What on earth...?

calls out, thinking he just couldn't hear her. "I SAID YOU HAVE A CHOICE. CHILI DOGS OR FRITO CHILI PIE."

splutters, "What exactly is Frito Chili Pie?", he asks, hoping that it *wasn't* what it sounded like.

blinks and turns to look at him. "It's Fritos... in chili with cheese and maybe onions or jalapenos or tomatoes if you want."

her a strange look. "Is that...do you actually eat that?". This had to be a joke. Some American thing, perhaps? Either way, he wasn't sure_

_if he was willing to stomach either of those things.

blinks at him and just looks confused. 'What's wrong with it?"

how she stays so thin and healthy with all the things she eats. "...nothing. Actually, I am not very hungry at the moment, and there is no_

_need to waste your food. Thank you for the offer, though.", he tries to escape what is sure to be his doomed fate if he should eat that.

blinks and grabs the bowl she'd made for him. She shrugs and starts eating it herself. "S'good stuff though."

replies with a flat, almost disbelieving look, but recovers quickly enough. "I'm...sure it is. Will you direct me to the guest room, then?_

_", he watches her eat the concoction. It really was interesting, if nothing else. Colorful, as well.

hums at him and nods, walking down the hall and mumbles something around her mouthfuls of food.

raises an eyebrow, "Say again?".

swallows. "It's this way!" She repeats. "It still has Snow white on the bedspread. I didn't have time to change it."

does not mind it at all. It's childish, yes, but a bed was a bed. "That is just fine. Thank you.", he enters the room, taking off his coat.

((OMG! That was like, ONE character away from the limit! 8D Sorry, felt like that should be celebrated. OTL ))

smiles at this and sits on the window sill to hang out, still munching. O3O

(( Go you! x3 )

didn't realize she intended to stay, but continues unlacing his boots. He's no good at small talk, though, so he concentrates on his task.

smiles at him. "Nice boots! I like them!"

looks up slightly at the noise. "Thank you. They have seen me through long distances.", most of which were spent chasing after Russia.

nods a little. "They're tough guy boots then."

ponders over the sentiment. "I suppose so.", he says lightly as they are both taken off and put aside the bed. ((Wry your America so cute.))

grins. "I have tough guy boots too!" (( She's... very herp derp x3;;; ))

, "How can you have 'tough guy boots' when you are not a tough guy?" ((And it's adorable. :'D ))

blinks at him. "I'm a tough guy too!" She flexes her arm.

isn't sure if her actions are very effective. "But you a woman, no? You are not both, unless there is something you wish to tell me?", he_

_smirks, just a tiny bit.

rolls her eyes. "I don't have a dick if that's what you're implying. But I'm still super tough and awesome!"

points out again, "But you are still not a man. So would they not be called 'Tough Girl' boots, then?"

shakes her head. "Tough guy sounds cool. When you say tough girl, everyone just thinks 'Sexy lady with a gun that may or may not know

how to use it.' I can, in fact, kick ass without a gun."

sits on the bed, feet over the edge, "I'm sure you'll 'kick ass' with your boots, then.", he says lightly.

smiles at him and nods. "Oh I can. These boots were made for walking!" She laughs and comes over to him, patting his head.

can't believe she did that. He was taller than her now! B|

smart for waiting for him to sit down! She is happy though. She does like the guy...even though she forgets his name.

that is amazingly stupid of her. But then again, he's not really one to talk.

stupid...! There's just too many nations!

caught that.

that she could at least remember his country name. That's all *he* remembers of most other people, anyway.

....remembers his nation... name.... sometimes >A>;;;

her a flat look.

dithers and stares at him. It had Russia in it right...? Or something...? "Male-o-Russia?" >A> She knew there was an o in there somewhere.

it's pretty sad to see her trying to hard at something not very difficult. "Might I suggest a map?", he looked at her, though he supposes_

_he should just feel lucky that she's letting him stay with her even without knowing his name.

pouts. "I have a map. I just have a bad memory for names...."

raises an eyebrow, "Then it's a good thing you can remember your own. Or at least, I should hope so...".

grins. "But everyone is always saying my name--" she doesn't realize that this isn't a good thing since so many people complain

about her. "So how could I forget?"

gestures for her to go on..."And it is...?"

"America~! Alicia Fucking Awesome Jones!" poses.

stares in silence. "...hello there, Jones comma Alicia Fucking Awesome."

can't believe how strange this girl *still* was.

laughs and kisses his cheek. "you are being silly."

splutters indignantly, "*I* am going to bed so that I can search for Syestra in the morning.", he points to the door. "*Out*,_

_Miss Jones comma Alicia Fucking Awesome.", he says, though there isn't much anger in his voice. Really, he should have been used to this.

frowns and pinches his cheek. "Hey now. You should just call me Alicia. And since you won't remind me of your name I'm going to call you

Peaches."

swats her hand away. He couldn't even *remember* the last time he was pinched. "Miss Alicia, I represent the country of Belarus, and my_

name is *Nikolai Arlovski*. *Not* 'Peaches'. Honestly, where did the name even come from?

giggles at him and arches a brow, tugging a lock of his hair. "Well it's too late. You're Peaches now." >u>

why the world is full of crazy women. "Then 'Peaches' would like to go to *sleep* now.", he grimaces at the hair pulling. How old was she?!

trying to taunt him into fighting with her. She laughs and hugs him against her breasts. "But I wanna hang out!"

does not believe that fighting women casually is going to get him in Anya's favor. ...neither would the fact that his FACE was between_

_America's BREASTS. Hopefully if he stays very, very still...and forget about needing air...

hugs him tight. No one would rough house with her and she loved doing that. "you're so huffy!"

grabs her shoulders, and tries to push her off. His nose was being crushed. That, and, it didn't look like she would be letting up soon.

laughs and takes that push as the initiation to play. She tackles him back onto the bed. She's reaching for a pillow. >D

scoots up and rolls out from under her and lands on the ground, peering over from the edge of the bed. Was she really going for that pillow?

grins and hits him in the face with the pillow! >u<

takes more damage to his face. In retaliation, he lifts the edge of the covers, and throws them over her.

laughs and falls, flailing when the covers 'catch' her.

tackles the bundle of sheets and Alicia, bouncing on the bed.

laughs and thrashes, lashing out with the pillow.

holds up his arms in a defensive position, braving the attack, then pushing forward, trying to grab the pillow if he can.

smiles and squeals with laughter, still assaulting him with the pillow.

pushes forward and wiggles his fingers on the side of her neck. If she was going to resort to childish tactics, so could he. And he really_

_wanted that pillow out of her hands.

reacts to the hands on her neck and thrashes away from his fingers. "W-what S-stoppit!"

grunts and grabs hold of the pillow, yanking it as hard as he can. "I should be saying that to *you*, woman."

laughs and crashes back into the bed when he finally yanks the pillow free, the force of the wrestling knocking her back. "y-you!"

tosses the pillow into the corner. "Yes, me, the one who just wanted a nice place to *sleep*.", he points at her defensively, tone not_

_at all unkind. It was as far as he would ever get to 'friendly teasing'.

laughs and collapses back over the bed. "I'm gonna let you sleep..." She's breathless and happy. She likes to play.

remains wary. She looked a little tired, but she had more strength than one would think from just looking at her.

sits up. "We should have a watergun fight tomorrow!

her a pointed look. "I need to search for Syestra tomorrow." She had other friends. They could play with her instead.

grins. "She can play too. It will be a glorious battle!"

about it. Of course Syestra would win. "Perhaps if I find her, then."

beams at him and nods. "Good!"

makes a shoo-ing motion at her so that he could get some sleep.

siiiiighs and gets up. "Oh fine."

mentally celebrates the victory by cleaning up the mess caused by their little tussle.

laughs at this and stands up. "YOu're kinda...' She makes a really serious face instead of finding a word. 'Huh?"

doesn't pause in his cleaning. "What?", he wasn't looking at her, though if he did, he probably wouldn't have understood it.

giggles. "Really... stone faced!"

finished up with the bed. "Whatever.", he rolled his eyes and muttered after giving her a strange look.

laughed at this and nods. "YOu kinda are though!"

didn't think she was going to let up no matter what he did. "Is there a problem with that?".

shakes her head. "I think it's cute!"

gave her another strange look. He was pretty sure that most people called it 'intimidating'. He didn't care, though. The only person whose_

_opinion mattered was his sister's.

smiles at him and comes over to kiss his cheek. "Goodnight Peaches. See ya in the morning!"

grumbles darkly. Crazy woman.

takes that to mean goodnight and turns to go =w-

watches her to make sure she doesn't pull anything else on him.

smiles at him and waves at him as she leaves the room, going toward her own.

nods and settles down into the bed when she leaves, finally being able to get some rest.