'Right, let the world meeting commence,' America's voice was loud above the rest of the countries who all turned at the suddenness of his voice. 'First on the agenda…'

Slowly, China's hand raised into the air, 'What's up China, buddy, got something you wanna talk about?'

'Uh, America, England seems to be missing from his usual spot,'

All the countries turned around to see if this was true and sure enough, there was an empty seat where the forever punctual country normally sat.

'Maybe he has finally found the wine cupboard, uhuh uhuh,' France's laugh was as awful as ever, America noted. The more pressing matter was that, indeed, England was missing from his usual spot. Even odder, there was his empty tea cup and saucer on the desk in front of a smart clipboard and pen.

Suddenly, as if out of no-where, there was an ear splitting noise. All the countries put their hands over their ears, even Greece woke up, surrounded by all of his adoring cats, who always insisted on following him everywhere. America remembered when they had all had an argument about Greece and his cat's after Poland wanted to bring his horse along. The debate concluded when Germany got a dozen angry cats piled on top of him and the horse being booted from the office.

'What is that awful noise?' Austria interjected. As suddenly as it started, the noise disappeared. 'Thank god that's stopped, it was a disgrace to all music in existence,' Austria huffed and neatly pushed his glasses further up his nose.

'Is someone gunna go find Britain?' America said loudly, 'We really have to get on with the meeting and I have a super proposition for y'all,' The whole room was suddenly strangely quiet.

'Latvia will go,' The super smooth, purring voice of the Russian was followed by a few timid squeaks from Latvia. 'Go on then, don't want to be wasting everyone's time now do we,'

Latvia was quick to scurry out the room and out of sight towards where the noise had been coming from.

It wasn't long before the Baltic returned, white faced and shaking even more than he was previously.

'What's wrong?' America could tell that something wasn't right straight away.

'I think Latvia finally saw a grown man, uhuh uhuh,'

'Shut up France,' America said, a little annoyed. He walked over to Latvia, whom he towered over.

At that moment, there was a slam of a door.

'Where's Britain, Latvia?' America asked, eyes fixed on the doorway.

'Uhh, well, he was in his room,' Latvia muttered, barely audible. France sniggered, sipping his 'matured grape juice'. They weren't allowed alcoholic drinks in the world meet but France, much like Greece and his cats, had been permitted one glass just to keep him in the room for more than 5 minutes. That and to keep him quiet more than anything.

Clip.

Clop.

Clip.

Clop.

All the countries muted their whispers.

Clip.

Clop.

A figure appeared in the doorway. He was quite tall, with short, messy, blond hair. He was wearing tight leather trousers with studs and chains hanging from various different places. His had black converse high tops on, customised with studs and graffiti which read 'PUNK'. His shirt was low cut, showing off half of his chest and it was cut on the sides, the front was supporting a Union Jack transfer with a guitar and other various rock related items. He also had a sleek electric guitar which hung low behind him, it was also emblazoned with a bright Union Jack. The man had a red scarf tied around his neck and to finish off, had bracelets up his arm and dark glasses which also had the word, 'PUNK' in white letters over it.

Countries gasped in all directions. America gapped because by now, they all realised who this person was and where England was.

'Top of the morning to you punks!'