I was inspired to write this after hearing yet another adult exclaim, "Your generation is going to ruin the world—you're always on your phones." I'm sure we've all heard that a handful of times, yeah? Well, enjoy, and don't take this story too seriously! I'll update if enough of you guys like it!

Additionally, FanFiction does not allow you to use the "at" sign, so I had to improvise by underlining things. Sorry!

Japan glanced around at the nations gathered for the meeting, letting a small sigh pass his lips. Jeez, the longer time went on, the older he felt. Germany was presenting a couple of economic plans for the European Union via PowerPoint format, and many nations were typing away on their laptops (though Japan noticed Italy playing an online game instead of paying proper attention).

He exhaled again, continuing to scribble with his trusty, old-fashioned pen, making precise annotations in his notebook. Even China was using a tablet to record the information Germany was firing out at a rapid pace.

Well, Japan supposed he shouldn't have been that surprised. Technology had become such a big part of everyone's lives. In fact, Japan's electronics and gadgets were really far along. But he just didn't see how people could abandon all the nice, simple things in life. Like taking time every now and then to relax and drink tea. Or writing with a pen instead of texting.

"Excuse me?"

A whisper snapped Japan from his thoughts, and he turned to his right. Canada was sitting next to Japan, staring expectantly at the Asian nation. "Sorry," he whispered, hoping not to be so loud as to interrupt the presentation, "but did you catch what Germany just said? Something about trade in Hungary, right?"

"Yes," Japan replied quietly, pointing to the facts and figures he'd scrawled down. To his surprise, Canada picked up a pencil and began copying down Japan's notes. "Thank you so much," he said once he'd finished.

"You're welcome," Japan said. "I have a feeling this meeting is going to run long, isn't it?"

Canada rolled his eyes and laughed softly. "At the rate things are going? No doubt. Germany's on slide thirteen out of forty-eight."

"Well, should Germany choose to give us a lunch break before we die of old age, would you like to grab something to eat with me?"

"Me?" Canada actually looked shocked.

Japan began to rewrite a long list of statistics that Germany had started to ramble about. "I mean, if you don't want to, or if you have other plans..."

"No, no, I'd love to—" Canada started, but stopped when some atrocious-sounding pop music began blasting from someone's phone.

Germany stopped immediately and crossed his arms. Across the room, America blushed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Oops," he said, switching it off and smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, Doucheland. Please continue!"

"It's pronounced Deutschland!" snapped Germany, narrowing his eyes as other nations began to laugh.

"You know," Japan murmured, leaning over to Canada, "I haven't skipped out on a meeting in decades." He raised an eyebrow.

Canada was surprised by Japan's sudden rebellious attitude. Wasn't the Land of the Rising Sun supposed to be hardworking, focused, and dedicated to his job? "Mr. Japan, are you saying what I think you are?"

Japan eyed the back door. "We are sitting right near the exit. And I do think we've both taken enough notes on Western European trade tariffs to last anyone a lifetime."

Canada stuck out his tongue. "Let's go."

They found a casual restaurant a few blocks away from the meeting area. It was somewhat difficult, however, whenever meetings were located in Berlin—neither Japan nor Canada were fluent in German—so they attempted to communicate to the waiter what they wanted by using hand gestures and terrible charades, only to find out he spoke English after he'd taken down their orders.

Canada's phone let out a chime, and the North American nation reached for it. "Sorry," he apologized, "but it may be my boss."

Japan nodded and drank a sip of his soda.

"Oh," Canada said, "it was one of America's Twitter notifications. He said he needed to borrow my phone before the meeting started, and I guess he was just using it to log into his account." He sighed, shaking his head. "Why America even needs social media is crazy to me."

"Right," Japan said. "I think all this overuse of technology is becoming ridiculous."

"I should post something from his account," Canada laughed.

Japan leaned forward, unable to hide his small smile. "Oh, I know what you should write..."

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United States of America / 12:09 PM
(alfredjones)
ivanbraginsky you're hella fine, let's go on a date? my place, 8:00? ;)

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Republic of Belarus / 1:15 PM
(natalyaarlovskaya)
alfredjones No, YOU meet ME in a dark alley at 8:00. Bring a weapon.

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Federal Republic of Germany / 2:32 PM
(ludwigbeilschmidt)
Please, no fighting. And alfredjones, no one needs to hear about your private life.

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United States of America / 2:49 PM
(alfredjones)
I NEVER WROTE THAT! HOW DID THAT GET THERE?!

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"Wow," Canada muttered, tapping Japan on the shoulder. "This is going even better than I thought it would."

Japan set down his teacup—even though Germany's meetings went on forever, at least the man always had a nice selection of refreshments—and discreetly took Canada's phone, reading over the short responses various nations had posted in response to America's tweet (which had, in fact, been Japan and Canada).

"Has Russia seen it? Do you know?" Matthew asked giddily.

Japan grinned. "I don't know." He hadn't smiled this much in a while. How had he and Canada never spent a decent bit of quality time together? Canada was surprisingly fun to be around, and his shy, quiet personality definitely had a bit of an edge to it. "But the way Belarus is glaring at America is definitely alarming."

"Hand me my phone," Matthew snickered mischievously. He posted another comment from America's Twitter.

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United States of America / 3:58 PM
(alfredjones)
ivanbraginsky why hvn't u responded, hottie? *wink wink*

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Japan drew one hand to his mouth and gasped after reading what Canada had written. "Oh my goodness, Canada-san." He could barely hold in his laughter. "You know, for once... I might actually enjoy this week."

Around seven-fifteen that evening, Germany finally dismissed everyone. The relief in the air was tangible as everyone began to pack up their things, and there was the usual lag as nations briefly paused to chat with one another or discuss the material that had been presented during the meeting. Canada, however, wasted no time. He was pretty tired and wanted to go back to the hotel all the nations were staying at for the weeklong trip. Maybe he'd stop by the hotel's restaurant or bar or something?

He loosened his tie and balanced a stack of paperwork in his arms, making sure he had his file of notes to give to his boss.

Canada managed to slip out of the meeting room undetected. Sometimes he really enjoyed appearing invisible to nearly everyone. The only snag came as he was walking down the long marble hallway, past countless other meeting rooms and offices, to get to the front door so he could leave. Russia and America were talking in the lobby. The bored receptionist watched the two nations arguing, her eyebrow raised.

Canada stopped to hear what they were saying.

"Dude, no! I never said that!" America was protesting, and Canada immediately knew they were talking about the tweet. Heh.

Russia sounded hurt. "So... you don't want to spend time with me? You don't think I'm hot?"

"Oh my God," Canada said to himself, and burst out laughing, walking outside into the cool evening air to find a taxi to take him back to the hotel.

This was going to be a fun week.