"And with that concluding the first half of the meeting, we'll break an hour for lunch." Germany said, gathering his things and heading for the door.
"Veee~! Germania, wait!" Italy yelped, bolting after him.
Group by group, the nations filed out of the room, until the Baltic States, Russia, his sisters, and Poland remained.
Poland glared at Russia, and deliberately scooted closer to Lithuania, smug grin plastered on his face.
"Hey~ Liet! D'you wanna, like, go share lunch? I brought Kielbasa!"
Lithuania beamed, unaware of the dark stare Russia focused on the two of them.
"That sounds great! I love Polish sausage!"
The room went quiet, and Lithuania sat, blissfully ignorant of the implication in his words.
Until the silence was broken by Estonia.
"... I'll bet you do."