Ukraine, Belarus and Russia. The three siblings who seemed to have grown up with out the Westermarck effect happening were sitting together in a small restaurant, beside the world meeting centre of Antwerp (it looks and functions as a hotel under other circumstances). Belarus sat beside Russia, squishing herself next to the rather "big-boned" man in a place where one person was ever ment to sit. Ukraine, sitting across from them, was busy reading the menu, somewhat used to her younger siblings having an odd relationship, and really just being glad for them not fighting- she always got so upset when they fought.
Really, they shouldn't have been meeting each other like his, but they were family, and getting lunch together was perfectly Republic of Ireland hung out with the U.k despite (at least Ukraine thought this) being told to keep her distance and make other friends. She wasn't the only country who broke rules for the sake of family. Still... she couldn't get the nagging of her boss to go out and make new friends in Europe out of her head.
"What's upsetting you now?"
Russia looked to his older sister as he spoke, ignoring the glare from his younger one. Belarus soon found herself having to turn her attention to the waitress who was standing by the kitchen and had deffinitly been looking at Russia for three seconds to long.
"Is Bel..."
Before her brother could finish his sentence, Belarus stood up and had her hand on the knife that was always on her person. the girl made her way to the waitress.
"I suppose we'll have to go somewhere else for lunch now."
The waitress disappeared, from view there a a loud clattering, and Belarus returned saying that she didn't like the state of the kitchen, it wasn't clean and that they should move to somewhere with better hygiene standards.
Walking through Antwerp, they found another place- a little bigger, and popular with the other nations due to it's wide selections of the national foods. Inside it was a bout 3/4 full, to one side they could hear America, Mexico and Brazil bickering over the bill, Germany was at another table with both Italies, Spain and Japan. He seemed to be paying for the Italians and Spain, while Japan wanted to foot the entire bill. The otherside of the room being comparatively more empty, the Uk and Ireland were sitting together, the Irish siblings going through a phase of not talking to each other, Scotland holding down Wales from pulling out what looked to be a flame thrower and England trying to look dignified. It had to be noted that he and Ireland were sitting next to each other and there was no blood on the table, floor or ceiling.
The soviet family were shown to the table next to the Uk, and a small human family. Again, Belarus sat close to Russia leaving Ukraine on the otherside of the table fairly lonely and worried about her bosses catching her.
"3 Borscht and vodka."
the waiter nodded expecting that to be for the table, only for another series of orders to come in,
"Draniki*"
"Kapusniak*"
"I'm sorry ladies, we aren't..."
Russia turned to look at the young waitor- his evil glow becoming all too apparent, he didn't have to speak as the waiter got the message.
"I'll see what I can do sir! right away sir, you just stay right here sir!"
A quiet giggle could be heard from the table next to them, as apparently a similar scenario was playing out between rather complex family beside them. though, their waiter was probably more terrified of a strongly worded letter reaching their manager.
Draniki-Potato pancakes- a type of Belarusian food.
Kapusniak- a Ukrainian dish contains a lot of pork.
