This was simultaneous. Wow ^.^

*~Of noise and silence~*

It was just an ordinary world conference – the usual quarreling, the usual faces. The only difference was just that everyone looked and acted livelier than usual. The room was in a mess and the quarreling Nations were a sight to observe.

As usual, America was arguing with England about something trivial, but 'essential-to-be-discussed' AGAIN (at least it didn't sound like it was about global warming LIKE USUAL). The other weren't exactly sleepy heads too (excluding, of course, Greece who was calmly snoring ) – the Baltics were shivering as usual even though Russia wasn't paying them any attention, Belarus and Korea were revealing to each other their experiences as Pro-Stalkers and swapping knowledge about the art of stalking. Unbestown to both of them, the objects of their, hmm 'love affections', Russia and China were quite busy groping each other and Hungary was grinning evilly from behind her camera.

Sealand was trying to get someone's attention, whoever he (or she) may be, but his searchings were ignored as usual, safe for a curious Lichtenstein. As usual, Germany was trying to create something akin to control with a little more passion than usual; little, sad and confused Italy was poking the back of the bigger blond man. Canada was nowhere in sight.

Was it some kinda Be-extra-hyper-and-noisy day? The only ones more silent were him… and France, who was looking at America and England.

Aleksander's eyes stayed on that guy until his ogling was noticed. With a flash of a pearly-white smile, Francis Bonnefoy touched his lips with a forefinger in a gesture of keeping quiet. The Bulgarian cocked an eyebrow. The Country of Love wasn't acting as usual, if his observations were right.

"You aren't like your usual self," Bulgaria commented as the other man came nearer, still flashing a smile that looked like it was fake.

"Don't grant those two the attention that is all for me," he shot a small flirtatious smile towards him, but instead it melted away in the space between the two of them.

Aleksander raised an eyebrow, tempted to say that he hadn't been staring at them, but refrained from letting that slip his tongue.

"Are they talking about the global warming again?"

Francis nodded with mock-surprise etched over his features.

"Ehh, how did you know? I mean, it's so hard to guess…" he grinned with triumph as the other guy snorted and then laughed out fully.

Said other guy then stopped for a second to think. Global warming wasn't something new, even before America'd suggested it and hadn't stopped talking about it since then. Heck, it had appeared long before, they'd even thought about world meetings. So, wasn't it a little too late?

"The global warming's started long ago, right?" the Balkan nation waited his conversation buddy to nod, "So isn't it kind of 'after rain, a hood'?"

"Eh? 'After rain, a hood?" Francis repeated, confused by the word choice, "What's that mean?" he got a confused look as a response.

"It's late to start, isn't it?" Aleks asked him slowly, wondering why he wasn't understood.

"Ahh," suddenly it clicked to the French: it was an expression of the other's language. A snigger escaped his mouth – two could play a game, as England said it.

"A mouse that has only one hole, is soon captured."

"Ehhh? What's that mean?"

"Better safe than sorry."

"Ah."

A short silence followed, but it was interrupted by the laughter of the two Nations: they'd just found out they'd said the same things after the other had said an expression from his language.

Should I make it in BulgariaxEveryone? *has ideas for others than France*