The clock tower chimed four, ringing out throughout the campus. The bells signaled an end to all the afternoon activities, students piling out of the main building. Leaves rustled in the late October breeze, birds whistling a merry tune. It was a Friday afternoon, meaning the countries that attended World W Academy could go to their homes for the weekend instead of boarding, if their respective homelands were close enough.

"Okay then," Estonia smiled at the small choral club, "That's a wrap for this week's practice. Keep working on the song and we'll do great."

"Yeah!" the three other nations, Ukraine, Latvia and Lithuania, shouted in response.

Estonia was busy focusing on some notes of an upcoming performance at assembly. "Oh, Lithuania," he called out.

The brown-haired nation stopped and faced the speaker. "Yes?"

"A word, if you don't mind,"

Lithuania nodded and sat down on a stool, ignoring the other former USSR member's giggles as they left.

Estonia sighed, adjusting his glasses. He never liked to confront people about issues of his, especially the older Baltic State. Apart from age difference, Lithuania's history left Estonia at a loss for words in these situations. Naturally, the brunette was cheerful and good-mannered, but if worse came to worse, he could be ruthless in fighting for his right. That was noted down when he and his ally, Poland, took down the Teutonic Knights.

"It's just that I'm a little… worried about how you're usually late to meetings and rehearsals," he began, avoiding eye contact. "I know it is weird being told this by a younger person, but… well you know how precise I like my standards, and you are busy with work…"

"I know, and I am sincerely sorry," the Lithuanian bowed his head, emerald eyes reflecting sorrow. "Even though this is no excuse, I'm still figuring out my breakup with Poland."

The Club Room went awkwardly silent. The two that were once the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth decided to date again about a year ago, until Poland decided to end it one week before. It was a real shock to not only Lithuania, but everyone else.

"Y-You don't have to apologize," the blond nation finally stammered. "I-It's nothing to be worried about. Heck, I don't know why I was even stupid enough to bring it up!"

The Estonian broke into a nervous laughing fit while Lithuania fiddled with his tie. Both of them were wearing the standard male winter uniform at World W: brown shoes, blue plaid pants, white long-sleeved shirts, black ties and a navy blue blazer over a tan jumper. Students were free to add accessories, but the only thing they had done was put on a watch.

After some more awkward silence, the Lithuanian let out a small chuckle and stood up. "Hey, it's the weekend, so how about you come over to my house and I make up the lost time by spending some time with you? Even if we lived in the same house for half a century, we barely know anything about each other."

Estonia looked up, surprised at the offer. Well, he didn't have a reason not to refuse, and it was a while since the two of them had spent some quality time together. Plus, there was no-one to hang out with; Latvia was busy tutoring Sealand, the Nordics had planned a trip to Iceland's house, and America decided to hold a gaming convention it Japan's home. Also, there was no way he was going to visit that creepy Russia to talk with his older sister.

"Sure." He returned Lithuania's eager gaze, picking up his laptop bag. "There isn't anything better to do, so let's go now. The campus will be locked down soon, and that won't be any good."

Just as they overlooked the room's tidy condition, the wooden door eased open. "Is anyone here? I, like, think that I left my phone here,"

Both Choral members froze in place. Poland was standing in the doorway, modelling the girl's winter uniform: brown Mary-Jane shoes, knee-high black socks, plaid red skirt (which covered up to his mid-thighs), black tie, white blouse and a tan jumper. The Pole also sewed ribbons in his blond hair and golden bangles hung around his wrists. If you weren't familiar with him, you would straight away assume that he was a girl.

"Oh, hey Poland," the bespectacled teen half-heatedly greeted. "I did happen across a phone. Was it in a pink, jewel-encrusted case?"

"It's not just any pink, jewel-encrusted case," the cross-dressing nation pouted. "It's a totally epic wicked-hipster-pink, jewel-encrusted case! Can I, like, have it back?"

"Sure, it's over here." As Estonia reunited Poland with his phone, Lithuania produced a strange choking noise and dawdled over to a window to avoid eye contact. Even if they had been partners once, the Pole wasn't above putting his friends down and dragging them literally to the mall. He was still somewhat unstable on this topic, and talking to your ex about it was worse than being locked in a closet with the Bad Touch Trio.

"Thanks a ton!" Poland exclaimed. "I've totes been looking the whole Earth for it!" And without as much as a glance at Lithuania, he skipped out, Gir-styled backpack bouncing around.

Estonia cringed with shock of the Valley-Girl accented boy's rude behaviour. Deciding that it was just his nature, he lightly tapped the shoulder of his 'older brother' lightly, indigo eyes cloudy from worry, yet flecked with optimism. "So, about this weekend…"