Ring ring.
"Hello? Who is this?" Switzerland asked regardless of the fact that he could already tell who it was by the loud and boisterous voice. Only one country had a voice like that. It was, of course, America.
"C'mon dude! It's me, America! Good ol' US of A. Don't you recognize me?"
Switzerland was already irritated when he picked up the phone, as he was deep in his work and trying to focus when he was so rudely interrupted by his fellow country.
"Well? What do you want? I'm trying to work here, and you're not helping. This better be important."
"It is! I just wanted to remind you that the World Meeting is in a couple of days."
Switzerland was starting to get really pissed off now. Why on Earth would America decide to bother him like this? First, Prussia steals his phone and now America is annoying him.
"America. I am fully aware of the fact that the World Meeting is soon. Was that all? Because this wasn't that important."
"Yes it was! Don't you know? You're hosting it! C'mon man, didn't anyone tell you?"
Well then, Switzerland wasn't expecting that. How was he supposed to prepare in two days to have all of the countries here and manage to keep them happy?
"Switzerland? You okay there? Switzyyy!"
He immediately hung up the phone when he heard that horrible nickname. America always managed to piss him off.
Just as he was about to return to his work, his hand twitched and his head tingled with a familiar sensation. Another country has entered his lands.
Abandoning all hope of being able to work peacefully, Switzerland grabbed his phone and started to head to the airport to greet whatever country that decided to visit him at exact moment.