Characters: Chosokabe household and their granpa - I mean, nation.
Location: Number twelve, on Olie Street.
Time: Evening, after
thisStyle: I'll start in first but you guys can choose. :D
Status: Closed.
*Japan stands in front of the familiar door, holding a plastic bag full of tangerines in one hand. He has been here couple of times and there was already a feeling of fondness in his heart. It was odd, but he didn't particularly dislike it.
It was a good thing.
He pushed the doorbell (something he was sure they didn't use all too much). And waits. *
[ooc: And sorry for the epic time fail. ;3;]