After a whole two hours of having 'love lessons' taught to him by France, Feliks finally got him to leave. It wasn't even really about love. More like seduction. Like, why would he need to know that? All he needed to know was how to tell Liet. What was he thinking, asking Francois of all people. Feliks should have asked Katya, even if she would have been totally clueless.

Right when he was about to call her, someone knocked on Poland's door. He walked over to it, with his hands on his hips, and opened the pink door. Liet stood there, a smile on his face.

"Hey Feliks. Did you get the memo?" He asked walking inside.

"What memo?" Poland asked, wanting to run his hands through Liet's thick brown hair. His fingers twitched, but he kept them down.

"There's going to be a world meeting." Poland gave him a blank look. "That means that all the countries are going to be there. Including Belarus. Oh, and there's going to be a small gathering at Russia's after, so do you want to come?" Ugh. Belarus. She's all Toris talked about.

"I thought Russia scared you? And when is this meeting? How long? They're so boring, I can never pay any attention." Feliks said, with a yawn to emphasize the boringness of it.

"Well, he does. But Netalya will be there. The meeting is in an hour or so, and it'll probably last the whole day. And, Feliks, you can't pay attention to anything. Ever." Liet said, with a laugh.

"That's because, like, everything is boring. Seriously, why can't they have some type of entertainment there? Like a flame breather? That would be like, so fun!" Poland said falling into his pink-silk chair.

"Feliks, if they had a flame breather at the world meetings, no one would pay attention. Especially you. Now, come on, we've gotta get going if we want to be there in time. It's in Spain. So it'll take a while." Liet replied, opening the door again and staring Poland's defiant pout's down.

"Fine. But I get to control the radio!" Feliks said, running out the door, and jumping into Toris' car, while Toris walked leisurely, rolling his eyes. Poland began turning the nobs, switching channels so quickly it's a wonder he even knew what song it was. Once Lithuania got inside, Poland settled on a popular dance club song.

"Hey-Poland-HEY!" Poland glanced at Liet. "Do you think you could turn that down? I can't even hear myself think."

"Oh sure, Liet. Sorry." Poland turned down the volume reluctantly. "So do you, like, even know what the meeting is about? "

"No, I got the message from Estonia and he didn't give me any details." Lithuania kept his eyes on the road, not glancing at Poland.

"Oh my GOSH! It's probably for some super-boring reason that I won't even, like, care about." Poland pouted his chin in his hand.

"Feliks there has to be something you actually care about. What if there was a war about to take place and it was right near you? You would care about that right?" Lithuania asked flicking his eyes towards Poland, who was absorbed in braiding his hair.

"Look at this! Tada!" Poland showed him the braid. "Oh wait. You were saying something right?"

Toris sighed. "Yes, I was. I was saying, if someone was about to start a war near you-"

"Hey Toris? Do you think we could, like, stop for a snack? Cause, I'm ,like, sooo in the mood for a twinkie."

"Feliks! No! We may not even get there in time now, let alone if we stop for snacks! And you'll just keep changing your mind anyway!" Poland clasped his hands together and gave Toris a puppy-dog look. Toris sighed. "Fine but you'd better not take too long, or we'll be in trouble."