I have a horrible habit of flipping between the names of the country by country name and human name. So forgive me for my insanity.
France looked through his mail, bill from here, payment from there, invitation from Ivan (Russia), more bills, wait, AN INVITATION FROM RUSSIA? "What on..." France mumbled to himself as he took a better look at the letter; it was an actual invite to his wedding! His wedding to Belarus! "Huh, so she finally got the poor bastard; I should call everyone and see who isn't invited so I can shove it in their faces!" Francis yelled way to cheerfully. He called every country he could think of (he managed to call poor Alfred twice, who assured France that he was indeed going). When all was said and done France realized that EVERYONE was going to this wedding, whether they were still on the map or not (Even Germania was going). He made another phone call and put it into a three-way call the words he heard when they both answered were, and I quote: "Kesesese, what is it that you think you need enough to call his Grand Master Awesome-ness?", and "I told you I would pay for the tomatoes next week!". It was shaping up to be a very interesting weekend...