That Can't Be Right (Spain & Catalonia)
Spain hummed a guitar tune while seasoning his paella. He had invited his relatives to a Sunday meal and was happy all of them had accepted the invitation, even Catalonia and Basque country. After adding a little more pepper to his dish, he called out loud: "Dinner's ready!"
Smiling quietly to himself, Spain finished the washing-up. The meal had gone very well and his relatives had now gathered in the living room, chatting to each other. Spain turned to pick up his phone from the kitchen table. He had decided not to carry it around while cooking after he had almost dropped it into his tomato salad one day.
The table was empty. There was no phone. He frowned.
"Now did I put that somewhere else…" he mumbled to himself and let his eyes wander around in the kitchen. Still no phone.
Maybe I left it in the dining room, he wondered. I hope I don't have to ask the others… There was almost no member of his family who hadn't chided him at some point for being too distracted.
When he went into the adjoining corridor, he immediately spotted a small object on a chest of drawers. Sighing in relief, he picked it up and checked if he had received any calls or messages. Indeed—there was one new message waiting for him.
Hey ye wee laddies, hope ye survived that family meal at your bro's! At least yer idiot brother is a better cook than mine… Anyway, check out my revisions to the draft of our Roadmap to Independence!
Spain blinked in puzzlement. The message was posted in a group called "Independence! Now!" That couldn't be his phone.
"Ah, there you are, brother! I think I accidentally picked up the wrong phone", Spain heard a voice behind his back. He turned to see Catalonia standing in the doorway to his living room, an identical phone model in his hand.
Spain all but glowered. "I wonder what made you think so", he said sulkily.
"Well, I'm not in a message group that constantly changes its name from 'Beer! Now!' to 'Wine! Now!' and back", Catalonia pointed out, handing him his phone while snatching his own from Spain's hands.
"Oh", Spain sighed, "so Francis and Gilbert are fighting over the alcohol question again?" He didn't get a reply; Catalonia was busy reading his message. Why is it that my brother seems to discuss a lot more serious topics with his buddies than me? he wondered while diplomatically changing the group name to "Booze! Now!"
Notes
Written for KahoriFutunaka (German fandom) who requested a follow-up to "Familiar Sounds".
The message is from Scotland, of course, and he writes "laddies" in the plural because Basque country apparently is in the "Independence! Now!" group as well. Everything else should be clear.