You sat in your favorite coffee shop sipping (f/d).
You felt arms wrap around each of your sides and around your neck. You tried to twist around and see who had grabbed you but the arms stayed firm.
"Guten tag _____________. Kesesese," Prussia said in your right ear.
"Prussia! Let go!" you protested.
"He iz not zhe only one~," France whispered in your other ear. "Si! There are tres of us!" Spain said from above.
"Guys, we talked about this. You can't grab me unexpectedly. Personal bubble, no-no square, all that," you said.
"Ah~ but ma cherie, we have somezhing important to tell you," France sung in my ear. Prussia laughed and Spain elbowed him in the stomach.
You twisted around, wrenching their arms off of you. "What is it?" you asked.
"We have an invitation for you!" Spain said smiling.
"An invitation?"
"Oui!"
"What is it then?"
"Vell, ve vould like to invite you to a party," Prussia said giggling obnoxiously.
"A party? Where?" you asked.
"In our pants!" they all yelled, breaking down into laughter at your shocked expression.
You picked up your hot drink and poured it on Prussia, the nearest, and threw it at Spain's head, smacking France on your way out.
"Idiots," you muttered, once outside. Strangely, even though it was cold, you could feel your face heat up.
