It is one thing to tell a lie, but it is another to truthfully mean it. Even worse would be to act on it and give it life, as though it were a puppet and the culprit a puppeteer of a world made of poisonous words. However long and tedious the lie may be, it's unacceptable. These are values that most of society holds, even if it does betray itself. As a nation, it is even more important to hold standards at a set, so as to accomplish decency and keep nationalism in place. Maintaining a healthy image is to be expected (except, of course, in times of war and economic trouble). The problem? A growing effort of unhealthiness. The unhealthy image holder is none other than the nation of riots and polygamy; France.
Conflicts were arising and so were tensions. Some of the troubles he faced were more personal if anything and didn't evolve his country's well being. It was never the less still hard to coupe with the stress and find a release. He had hobbies, yes, but they didn't seem to satisfy him, even being flirtatious was more of an effort than usual. He felt depressed and dirty, like a divorced , homeless man. He brooded over such feelings as he sat at the long, mahogany conference table , which was, and had been, occupied by other nations as well. It wasn't his choice to come to the meeting. His boss had forced him to, after all, he was techniqally the host. Even so, it seemed like the meetings were almost always held at his place. Whether it was due to being a central location for most of the countries that were coming or because of some other reason, he wasn't all too sure at the moment. He just didn't want to deal with any of the commotion that accompanied these meetings. Sadly, he was there and he couldn't leave without anyone noticing at the present moment. So he just sat and pretended to pay attention to what was going on.
His actions did not go unnoticed, however. Throughout the whole meeting, France had not been himself, except in that he wasn't paying attention. By this, in other words, he wasn't being flirtatiously annoying to the nation that he favored to bug; England. Not to say that he wasn't happy about this; he was. But, in the three hours before they were to take a short break, the English nation had noticed the lacking character and suaveness of the Frenchman. He wouldn't call it concern, more of just curiosity as to why France seemed so down. He decided that he would confront him during the break.