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RUSSIA
It was nearly lunchtime when everyone got dressed and traipsed to the living room, where steaming breakfast, made by whoever had the most energy to prepare it that morning, normally covered the tables. Today, it was bare, spare for a small sticky note.

I think taking a break for just one day will be fine, it said. Out with North. Go sightsee NYC! - China

"Aw," Germany smiled, crumpling up and disposing of the note.

Japan flung her hands behind her back. "Ughh, finally." She held out an arm. "Ukraine?"

Ukraine grinned and and off they went, hand in hand, out the door. Probably headed to Urban Outfitters' or the nearest shopping mall they could get their enthusiastic hands on. They would be on the News today, Russia was sure, for emptying every new line of fashion items there was to buy.

"So we just got double third wheeled. Any plans?" chirped Poland, grating his teeth.

Russia looked at America and he looked back, nodding in understanding.

"We could go to an escape room," Russia offered. By now, the idea of the group splitting up and doing their own thing wasn't even considered anymore. They were fairly close-knit, almost unwilling to leave the house without one another. Except for when you're chasing Axis Representatives down a 173-foot long street.

"The hell is an escape room?" South was rummaging around the fridge for food and managed to find a bowl of grapes, popping them into his mouth with a icy crunch. He stiffened. "Brain freeze."

"I wanna go get pizza," Poland said, completely disregarding any prior topic. "NYC has really good pizza places and we haven't tried a slice."

"Then both." It was a relatively sunny day outside and they were bound to find some sort of stand with a little walking.

"We should get going before the lines get long, then," America nodded, slinging a bag over his shoulder. Russia's eyes traced the lines of the small backpack down to his black sleeveless top, revealing the tanned lines on his fit arms. A long men's necklace with a small gold charm of the Eiffel Tower draped down his neck and a pair of black sunglasses sat comfortably in his mop of blonde hair.

Does he work out or is it just genes? Russia frowned. There was no gym nearby.

He jolted back to the present awkwardly, and Germany was holding the door open for him.

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South, probably the most enthusiastic movie fan in Neo, insisted that they should eat at Joe's Pizza, a small pizzeria famous for it's appearance in the 2004 Spider-Man film. At this time, the lines were overflowing, and when the group finally got a seat it was around an hour later after they had been fried finished in the scorching sun.

"I'm about to die of heatstroke or pass out so please get me a coke too," America wheezed as Canada and Russia left to go place the order.

Russia rolled his eyes. "That'll be five dollars plus tax."

"Coke is not five dollars!" America shrieked.

Canada shook his head, chuckling under his breath. "Looks like you two get along, now, huh?"

"I admit he's not as annoying as I thought he was."

"Wait 'til you see him hangover on a Saturday. It's always Canada this, Canada that, can you get me some water please Canada, I think I'm about to throw up again, Canada can you turn the lights off, Canada, Canada, Canada." He said quietly, and then sighed. "But I love him all the same."