Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my flat all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
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Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day
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Hungary hung up the phone, quite pleased with the way things were turning out. What had started out as a boredom-induced idea for a get-together seemed like it was going to end up being a huge gathering. That was just what she wanted. The more people that attended the better the chances were of catching something good on tape. The only one she'd mentioned that motivation for the party to was France. There was a lot he couldn't be trusted with, but Elizabeta was confident that he would keep that tidbit of information a secret for now, since it would also benefited himself. Free copies of the videos had been promised to him if he held his tongue and helped her invite others to come.
She'd already made calls to a few of the other nations. Gil had been invited, of course. His endless energy and loud mouth would help to get the party going. Russia had also been called, and Hungary had been sure to include good quality vodka when she bought the booze for the party. If nothing else, she figured all the free vodka he could drink and some time away from the bitter cold of his house would be enough to get him to attend.
Keeping this a secret from Roddie had been the difficult part. She'd only needed him occupied for a few hours, just until the party started. She hoped that the book of music sheets she'd given him earlier in the day would distract him enough. Hungary had purposefully chosen the book since it had the most difficult songs out of the books available at the store she'd bought it from. If her plan was going to work, then the party had to be at Roddie's house. There were more of her cameras installed there than in any of the other nations' houses. France's house had a good number of cameras, but she was worried that some of the others would be intimidated about a party hosted at France's place. No one would expect anything bad from Austria's house, though. At least, that's what she was counting on them to assume. The videos always turned out better when the victims/subjects were unaware that they were being spied on.
Even though it was such short notice, Elizabeta was sure that many of them would turn up. She knew how fast rumors could fly down the grape vine. With all the crap that the nations had to deal with on a daily basis, all the troubles of their people and the political mind games, opportunities like this were rarely passed up. A party would give them a few hours away from their duties and allow them to just relax and have fun for a while. Elizabeta would enjoy it just as much as the others for that reason alone, but the documentation of what could result from this would be even more worthwhile.
The choice invitees were called, and the news of the party was most likely being spread like wildfire. It was time to get ready. She took out the booze from where she'd hidden it out of Roddie's sight and started setting the large variety of bottles out on the counter. Thankfully Roddie was supposed to be busy for a while, and so hopefully wouldn't find out until the party had already started. Humming to herself, Elizabeta started preparing some snacks and getting other things prepared while she waited for the other nations to show up.
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Autumn winds
Blowing outside my window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the gloom
