Another boring meeting. Honestly, whose idea was it to have world meetings? They were so dull, and nothing ever got done in them. Sometimes England wondered why they even bothered holding them anymore. He got lost in his thoughts, drifting back to a time where he didn't have to worry about stupid meetings, to a much simpler time, when he had no cares in the world. Well, that wasn't quite true, as a country, there was always something to care about, but as a child… he couldn't quite explain it. It was a much happier time, that was for sure.
He got completely lost in his memories, missing some important stuff, thinking back on the good times. He seemed to notice a pattern with them though, something that kept popping up in every memory. France. He always seemed to be there, in some way, even if he wasn't physically there. This unsettled England, as they were supposed to be good memories.
Seems like I can't rid myself of him. Must he infiltrate every part of my life! I'll never be rid of him, will I? He thought.
As he was thinking this, he wondered, I wonder what life would be like without the frog? It seemed absurd to even think about. As far back as he could remember, France had always been there. It was almost impossible to think about. Almost. He started imagining it, thinking about how much easier life would be without him there to ruin it. It would be a much more peaceful world. The more he thought about it though, the more boring it sounded. Who would he argue with all the time? Sure there was America, but it just wasn't the same. He realised that he didn't want France to disappear from his life at all, and if that's not the most shocking revelation then he didn't know what was.
He was so shocked by this that it snapped him out of his little bubble and back into the real world, where everyone had been trying to get his attention. Apparently he had been asked a question, but when he hadn't responded, everyone had started to get worried.
"W-What?" He asks.
"Good, you're finally back. We've been trying to ask you a question for a while now. Please try to pay more attention next time." Germany said, a hidden threat in his voice.
"Sorry, it won't happen again."
"Good. You missed some important stuff, which I will not go over again, so you can borrow someone's notes if you want to keep up." Germany then started to talk about whatever it was he had been talking about before.
England sighed. Of course they chose now to start doing something productive with the meetings.
"Are you ok?"
England turned to look at the voice, surprised with who was asking.
"What's it to you, frog? I'm fine."
"It's just that you weren't responding to anyone, and you didn't even disagree with me when I stated my opinion!"
"Well, it's none of your business."
"Hmph, as cold as ever, I see." France turned to look at whoever was speaking.
England scowled, and also turned his attention back to the meeting. He couldn't concentrate very well though, mostly because he had missed out on most of what was being said, and had no idea what was going on. The meeting ended shortly after that, and he found himself to be the only person left in the room.
Bugger, he thought. He rushed out of the room, hoping to find someone he could borrow notes from. He had the sneaking suspicion that he really had missed out on something important.
He ran out of the building, looking for someone, anyone. Unfortunately, most people had already left back to their hotel, except for one person.
No! Absolutely not! I will not go to him for help! He thought. Except he didn't really have much choice. With a sigh, he approached the flamboyant nation, resignation weighing down on him.
"Angleterre?"