France sighed as he walked out of the hotel and looked around. He was currently in New York for a world meeting, and the meeting building was just a few blocks away. As it was quicker to walk, France thought it was the best idea.
As France walked down the street, he started to notice something odd. Everyone around him was moving super-fast. In fact, people kept bumping into him and throwing him dirty looks. Annoyed, France picked up the pace again, only to almost swept away in a crowd of people that came out of nowhere. Every time he looked around, he felt lost due to the fact that everything looked the same and there was too much going around to keep his mind on one thing. Finally, he made it to the meeting, he tracked down America.
"America, what is wrong with the people in New York?" France asked in irritation as he tried to tidy up his hair.
"Let me guess, someone tried to sell you something, you saw a fashion disaster, you saw a commercial, you couldn't hail a cab, or you saw a rat." America said in a bored tone not even bothering to sound interested.
"No, your people almost ran me over." France said with a huff. "I couldn't go one block without someone bumping into me, or pushing me out of the way."
"You're too slow." America said with a yawn.
"Excuse me?" France said in surprise.
"You're too slow. You need to walk faster." America pointed out. "I'm surprised that you haven't learned that by now."
"Well, why do your people have to walk so fast?" France asked.
"Because this is New York CITY!" America said with a grin. "People here go to place to place in a hurry in order to be on time. There is always somewhere to go; there are always people who are in a rush."
"It's so annoying." France grumbled as he sat down at the table.
"Hey, at least my people are doing something useful and not one strike." America said with a cheeky grin.
A/N: Wow, I'm really updating fast today. I don't know why, I just feel like I have to write. Anyway, I'm from the south, and I live out in the country. So when I went to the New York for the first time when I was 9 or so I was almost separated from my family due to the fact that I kept getting pulled away from them from the people around me bumping into me. Why do people up north walk so fast? It's terrifying!