Snippet #1356817

With a knocked down door, blaring lights, and a ruckus inside, Japan already knew that it was going to be a long night. He stopped at the end of the street, calmly collecting his thoughts. What had he brought? Nothing too special, some bento, some of his hometown soup, and of course, sushi, all raw, with a healthy amount of Wasabi and Nato on the side. And yes, of course, his Shonen Jump magazines. He wondered what the other Countries had brought. After all, it wasn't a good party if one hadn't obtained experience from it.

He walked discreetly into the house. There was argument, as usual. He set his food on the table in a matter-of-fact manner, and proceeded to go to a quiet corner to read his Manga until the party made sense.