It seems to me we've missed Oktoberfest entirely.
No wonder this place is so miserable. Not enough beer.
[The joys of sharing an apartment with Prussia are endless, obviously, and one of these joys comes in the form of what she does when she suddenly decides she wants something.
Whatever Germany is doing, wherever he is, he is suddenly getting half-hugged, half-draped-over by his awesome roommate. The look she gives him is equatable to puppy dog eyes. If Gilbert ever shows up, Anna will give him a run for his money with just how pathetic she can look.] Oh, Westchen...