This is my first fic, so is obviously awful. This is NOT FRUK, even if it might appear that way at first. I just thought it might be interesting to tell the story from France's point of view. I promise that there will be some Franada at the end. I'm not sure if I got the genre right; is it humour? Anyway, enjoy.

France sighed inwardly as he surveyed the room. How long would it be until all the countries learnt to embrace 'l'amore' and love one another in peace? He surveyed each individual nation, analysing their behaviour. America was going on about how he was going to be the hero and Japan was agreeing with everything America said. France personally thought that America would be much better occupied trying to shut the nations up. As for Japan; the guy really needed to learn to think for himself for a change.

France moved on from them, his eyes wandering to where Russia was scaring Latvia and Lithuania. France knew that Russia was both sadistic and yandere, neither of which were particularly loveable personality traits. France had once offered to give him lessons in basic affection, but had had to quickly escape when Russia had begun to do that manic laugh of his.

France saw that Switzerland was threatening to shoot everyone which, while being an easy way to shut the nations up, would also result in their deaths. France skimmed over other fighting nations; Greece and Turkey, Prussia and Austria, Spain and Romano. He noticed China standing in the centre of the room, trying to calm everyone down. France admired him for trying, but doubted that he would be successful. Italy was hiding behind Germany and Germany was shouting at everyone. France realised that Germany was holding back his anger at the nations' stupidity as he didn't wish to scare Italy. France wondered if they were ever going to make any progress at all. The meetings always ended up like this. If only America and Russia and Estonia and Canada and Japan and Romano and Prussia and Turkey could be less focused on themselves and more focused on the subject at hand, the countries would get a lot more done.

It was then that France stopped himself. He realised that he was being very hypocritical. Normally he himself would be in the thick of the fighting. What usually happened would be that England, as his personality dictated, would disagree with America. France in turn would disagree with both of them, causing the pair to become angry with him. He and England would then dissolve into a pointless fight, in which England would be supported by America because America was not-so-secretly in a relationship with him. The reason that France wasted time in this way was simply to annoy England. The two countries had been rivals for so long that it had become a habit. Because of this constant cycle, France had never really had the chance to examine what went wrong during the meetings. Now, however, the reasons became obvious to him.

He felt a little bemused at having been given this opportunity. The only possible reason for this situation was that he hadn't been able to contradict the Brit during the meeting so far. In fact, he hadn't seen England since it began. He glanced quickly over to England's chair expecting him to be sitting there, fed up with the lack of productivity.

To France's astonishment, England didn't appear to have been listening to the proceedings at all. His body was hunched over the table, his eyes were almost closed and his clothes were in a complete mess. This drastic and obvious change in appearance alarmed France a lot. England was always going on about the importance of presentation and preparation, especially to America. Sometimes France even wondered if England was the only reason that America bothered to get dressed properly for meetings. He looked at England again; the nation looked as if he were about to drop off to sleep at any moment. Had he not slept the night before? True to his form, France decided not to mention his observations to England.

Half an hour passed and things didn't improve. Prussia came over to annoy Germany, meaning that Germany couldn't stop the other countries from fighting. France decided not to ask Germany why he had let Prussia into the meeting in the first place. Switzerland stormed off taking Liechtenstein with him, something that France could have predicted would happen from the beginning. America and Japan started planning how to build a giant anime robot which, while impressive, certainly wouldn't help to prevent global warming, the original topic.

France finally got fed up with Romano arguing with Spain so decided to put an object in the way; himself. He started groping Spain, making it seem as if Romano was the one doing the groping. Romano caught France in the act and started shouting at him, only to be held back by an alarmed Spain. Watching them, France wondered how long it would be until they got together.

England barely noticed these events; he was completely exhausted. His boss had called an emergency meeting with him the night before, meaning that he hadn't been able to fly over to America, where the meeting was being held, until the next day. He hadn't been able to sleep on the plane as it had been daytime in the flight zone, and when he had landed it had been morning. He had been forced to rush straight from the airport to the meeting, only just making it in time. As a result he was suffering from jet lag and a massive lack of sleep. To his utmost dismay, he hadn't had the time to get dressed up for the meeting, having to remain in his clothes from the plane.

Other than the fact that he was completely and utterly exhausted, England had something else on his mind. On landing, he hadn't seen America until the meeting. He had been separated from his boyfriend for over a month, so had been looking forward to meeting him there. However, all that he'd received had been a text, which read:

sorry iggs no time now catch u l8r B-)

Furthermore, since the meeting began, America had barely spoken to him at all. When he had found the right room everyone was already seated. Japan, America and Hungary had been talking rapidly about something called 'Manga'; England would have to check it out. When he had passed them, America had simply said, "Oh, hey, England." and Japan had waved at him. England noticed that America had barely looked up from the page he had been studying. This hurt the nation greatly.

Fortunately England was too tired to get upset about it; he emptied his mind of thought and allowed his eyelids to slowly slide shut. The meeting room began to fade; the sounds were replaced by silence and the images blurred as the world started to slip away from him. He had begun to fall asleep.

England later considered it lucky that at that point in time France finally had enough of his boredom and came over to annoy him. France had completely written off the meeting and needed some entertainment. Whether fortunately or unfortunately, the two things that France found the most fun in the world were having sex and fighting with England.

"Hey Angleterre, don't you want to fight with me? Or eez eet true zat you are officially too old to disagree with me?"

England awoke with a jolt. He had fallen asleep in a meeting before and definitely did not wish to do so again. On seeing his awakener, he went straight into the alert.

"I am not old, you frog. I am twenty three, and anyway I thought that you were older than I am. For your information, I have jet lag and haven't had the time to change my clothes. Why don't you go and entice Canada or something else perverted like that. Just leave. me. alone." England's eyes flashed with an anger reserved only for France.

France inwardly sighed. It should be America doing this, not him, but the idiot was too oblivious to notice England's plight. He decided not to mention this to England himself, as he didn't want the island nation any angrier than he already was. France instead decided to follow England's 'advice' and track down Canada. It surprised him more than a bit that England had noticed his 'interest' in the Canadian; was it really that obvious?

Finally Germany had seen enough; Hungary was chasing Prussia with her frying pan, France was talking to the air (actually Canada), Japan was hiding under the table with his camera trying to get a picture of Spain and Romano together and Poland and Estonia were attempting to stand up to Russia. This particular scene was scaring Italy so much that he was hiding behind Germany with his arms wrapped tightly around him. Germany secretly didn't mind the situation, however Italy was holding on so tightly that he was squeezing the life out of Germany. Forcing himself to care, and reminding himself that Italy actually was strong enough to make him pass out, Germany started shouting again; this time loud enough that everyone froze and turned to look at him.

"It's plain that ve all need a break from this torturous mess that is somehow called a meeting, so ve'll all take fifteen minutes to recover. Vhen ve return ve must all try to cooperate in order to get something done. "

Everyone rushed out of the room at once. Japan and Hungary followed them armed with cameras because, as Hungary put it, 'interesting' things were always happening during breaks. The only people left in the meeting room were Germany and Italy; Italy was still shaking with fear so Germany was running his hands through Italy's hair softly, playing absent-mindedly with his curl.

England left too, deciding that what he needed most was a cup of tea. Typically, he remembered exactly where he'd caught sight of a hot drinks machine and so was able to retrace his footsteps until he reached it. Having gotten the drink he began to search for a seat in which to drink it.

America's boss had booked out the whole building for the meeting, knowing that it would probably be disastrous. He had checked that the building would be empty, in case anyone saw or heard anything that they would later wish to forget, and on choosing it had made sure that there were plenty of rooms for sitting and socialising, simply in case of situations similar to the one that had occurred.

He had given America this information, along with instructions to 'talk about real issues, take notes of the countries' ideas, take notes on the countries' moods and try to persuade the countries to make peace with each other.' Needless to say that as usual, America had failed in all of these aspects, yet somehow didn't seem to realise this. Now that he was free from the meeting, America had instead started thinking about one thing and one thing only; England.

"Hey France, have you seen England?"

"He's probably gone to get tea; he looked like he needed it."

"What d'you mean?"

"Perhaps if you'd have paid more attention to him than you'd know."

"What? I'm supposed to be Iggy's boyfriend, not you."

"Then wake up, you idiot."

Cue a giant argument.

Awful cliff hanger; failed fic is fail. Please R&R though, otherwise I won't write again. And seriously, read on, I personally think that it gets better in the next chapter.