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International:
It was hard to be a Nation sometimes. There was paperwork after paperwork, bosses that were a pain in the ass (to put it mildly) and Meetings with a capital M.
The World Meetings were bad, but at least they'd one conciliatory thing about them; the Nations had their boyfriends and girlfriends with them.
However, on Council of Europe meetings, there were always one or more Nations who had to manage without their other halves.
England and France waited for the elevator together.
-That America? France asked as England's phone pinged.
-Yes, he doesn't quite understand why he can't participate when Turkey does. His geographical knowledge is limited one might say. Is that Canada? England questioned as France's phone pinged.
-Yes, France replied as they stepped into the elevator, he misses me, and promises to have a meal ready when the meeting's done.
They rode in silence to the sound of phones pinging. When they stepped out, they saw Russia with his phone to his ear.
-Yes, my little Chinese Sunflower, I've got the lunch you made me. I miss you too. I'll call you after our meeting's done. Then he hung up and stared at his phone with a forlorn expression on his face.
As mentioned before, being a Nation could be hard sometimes.
Author's notes:
I don't own Hetalia