[It's finally a decent hour. So here's Meriken. Standing awkwardly in front of England and America's... not-door, and trying to figure out where to knock. Eventually she settles with rapping her knuckles against the wall a few times and peeking her head in a little.]

England? America? ...Uh, I thought I'd help fix your door. ...We can get things we ( Read more... )

[Have some Meriken.]

( She's so loud )