+ Court Yard +

Arthur almost crawled out of his skin.
"I swear to 'eaven and 'ell, if you try and kiss me, Braginskii...!"

Japan whips out his trusty camera in the far distance, waiting to see what'd happen (xD)

"Ehehe~ I don't have to try~" Ivan replied childishly hugging Arthur tighter.

(xD You win, Japan xD)

Arthur turns his head to glare at him, "You wouldn't though..."

(JAPAN GET PICTURES ^3^)

"Aw, don't worry Artie, the worst i'll do is this~" Ivan replied pecking Arthur's cheek.

It was like setting a bomb off. The trapped Briton tried to free his arms and wipe at his cheek while at the same time muttering in a language that was most certainly not English. His face was bright red and it only set off the lime green and brown in his hair.
"Git!"

(I've been waiting for this moment :O )

Seeing Russia lean in, his finger pressed down on the button instantly, a movement he was all too familiar with. Switching to view picture mode, Japan zoomed into the event, and sure enough, it was a clear shot.

Ivan smiled then released Arthur, skipping over to Japan. "Meh, Japan, may i see the picture?" he asked.

(I love you so much xDD)

Arthur collapses to the ground, his face bright red and he looks absolutely confused out of his mind.
"Eh?!"

Seeing his British friend fall from the embarrassment, the country felt bad that his instincts got the best of him. Rushing over and pocketing the slim camera, he knelt down asking, "Are you alright, Kirkrand-san?"

The words seem to disconnect with his head. Did he just... Was this all...
"Oh mon dieu," he groans and rubs at his temples. "I'm going to need tea. Or coffee. Or Ale. Probably all three."
His eyes flip to the Russian then to the Japanese man.
"I'll live," he insists, the ghost of a smile on his face.

"Yes, you will live~ I'll make you feel better, daaaa~" Ivan says looking down at Arthur smiling.

"Prease, calm down," he insisted, pulling out a small handkerchief and wiping off the smudges off of Britain's face gently. "You need to get water above anything else, I berieve," he suggested.

Arthur's eyes get wide and he gives Ivan a dangerous look.
"Oi! Keep your mitts to yourself."
His gaze shifts to the Japanese boy and he nods, rising to his own feet, "Yes, mum."

"Hm~ Kiku, Arthur's being a meanie. How would you like to be one with me da~?" Ivan asks hugging Kiku from behind.

"Dun't drag Kiku into this," sighs Arthur. "C'mon, let go of 'im."

Hearing the mum statement, Japan wondered if he was being too motherly-like for the man's comfort. Starting to pocket the hanky, he is interrupted by the Russian's squeeze, catching him off guard. "A-ahh..." he stuttered, then gulped. "It isn't what I'd take deright in..."

"Oh, Arthur are you jealous? And Kiku, i'm sure you'd be delighted eventually, da~?" Ivan teased, rubbing Kiku's shoulder lightly.

"No. You're not my type, not let go of 'im," Arthur sighs, cuffing the Russian upside the head. "And you heard Kiku. 'e doesn't want it, now let him go or go play with China."

Feeling disturbed by the rubbing, Japan takes advantage of his smallness and managed to wiggle out of the Russian's grasp. "My aporogizes... however, my answer stirr remains" he states with a serious look in his eyes.

"Aw~ Okay. I'll get you both sometime~ Especially you England~" Ivan says, smiling and holding Arthur's hand.

(He aw-rays says no... It'sa qu-erk! xD Sorry...)

Arthur blinks and shakes his head, trying to pull his hand back.
"I will 'ave to definatly agree with Kiku on this. Besides, 'm interested in someone else," he replies coolly.
"You alrigh'?" he turns to Kiku.

"IS IT ALFRED, I'LL KILL THAT SON OF BISH!" Ivan yells angrily. :3

Arthur blinks, feeling colour rise to his cheeks, "It's definately not that... that egotistical... prat... m-moronic American!"
He pauses for a second, "And dun't you dare 'urt 'im, that's my job and mine alone!"

(Oh yeah! I wasn't thinking that statement directly, but I was trying to think of an indirect way of saying no. -Mind gets polluted with the "It's a quirk" 10 minute challenge I came across once- oh noooo)

"I'm perfectry fine," he confirmed, not wanting to have his friend be concerned. If Japan had never gotten used to Italy's spontaneous hugs, that situation would have went down in a totally different manner.

Despite claiming to have been fine, Japan jumped at Russia's booming voice.