wasn't shaking for once as he made his way to Russia's house. It wasn't fair. It just wasn't fair. Why did his Russia always have to look_

a present for Lietuva. He doesn't know if he'll like it though...

sitting around in his front room, eating vast amounts of chocolate while watching Valentines Day specials on TV and just looking overall

chilling out next to a rail, legs dangling underneath it and over the side while he leans his torso on the metal bars.

sitting next to the pool in a t-shirt and swim trunks, wondering if he should just take his shirt off and jump in.

beginning the excruciating process of unpacking his bag.

having issues changing his bandages. At least the wounds on his back are healing nicely.

feeding Bartholomew.

limping his way home. Ow. Just... Ow.

looking for Madeline. Or male France. Or at least someone he can get some advice from.