Britain let out a breath before he hurried out, waiting until Scotland had left before he got into his car and started off.
Germany had requested Ireland something for lunch so when she woke, she would get her food ready to eat when she wanted it. Sitting back down he looked over Ireland, who's cuts were healing nicely, though they'd leave scars.
Saxony was on the couch in one of Scotland's shirts, laying with her arm over her eyes. When she heard the door unlock and open she uncovered one eye and looked over, making a noise and shifting. "Your scotch-coffee is on zhe table, liebe." She called.