A/N:

Well I fail at USUK, and I fail at PruCan, I EPICLY FAIL at family fics, and I fail at crossovers, so WHAT CAN I DO? *tears at hair and freaks out at desk covered with crumpled pieces of paper*

Maybe short GiriPan drabble...?

Please enjoy the results of my mid-story crisis. I am nothing without Naffy.

I could never understand their western ways. The nakedness, the food, everything. When they fought during meetings, I would move to edges of the room, annoyed that they could never get anything done. But what could I do? If I said something, I would get thrown into the fight as well.

I had noticed him a few times, but he had always been just another country of many. He was one of the few that, like me, stayed quiet. He never got involved. He just napped in his chair, seemingly oblivious to the rest of the world.

Even though he did stick to the edges like me, he always had his shirt half-unbuttoned, which I had thought discraceful. We had never interacted, until that day. The usual fighting countries were all strangely absent; they probably didn't make it to the Meeting Room and were fighting in the hall. The Africans talked amongst themselves, and although it seemed like there was much fighting, no one bothered to pay attention. The rest of the Asians (besides China) were engaged in their own conversation at the other end of the room. The present Europeans were scattered about, either in small 2-5 person discussions or on laptops. Some of the South and Central Americans were arguing, while the rest were trying to either interject, hide, or ignore them.

He and I were the only ones unoccupied. I was used to being alone. Isolated. So was he. But for some reason, feeling bored or left out, or maybe it was just some higher power guiding me, I tapped on his shoulder and said hello. It was a simple gesture, but it decided the course of the rest of my life.

"Ready to go?" Greece asked, jolting me out of my reverie.

"Hai [Yes]. Is the car packed?" I stood up from the porch swing and took out the car keys from my pocket.

"Vαί [Yes]. Let's go!" He headed towards the passenger seat door after closing the trunk. We didn't need much, so the trunk wasn't exceedingly full. It just had a large basket of food and a huge blanket. Just enough for a low-maintenence picnic.

We didn't start out with a destination in mind. We just drove until we found a pretty clearing to settle down in. After a dozen kilometers, we found a nice one and unpacked the car. We ate a small snack of hummus and pita and olives, greek treats that I had come to love.

After our snack we just laid back and basked in the summer sun, side by side, almost touching. It was plesantly warm, with a soft breeze. A perfect day.

That's one of the many things I have come to love. The simplicity of leaving work for another day and just enjoying a perfect day. No fuss and no stress. Just me, the earth, and someone I love. He reached out and slipped his hand into mine, just as we both closed our eyes.

I have come to adore the simple silence that says so much. We never needed to talk out our feelings. We just needed a silence like the one we were experiencing. The kind of silence that said:

I love you.

Yay! I usually don't write or read this pairing, but I figured that if I was failing with the other stuff, why not branch out?

PLEASE R&R and tell me how I did! Oh, and check out my profile! I have a poll for y'all, as well as a crap-load of cut and pastes and a handful of shitty stories!