France was bored.
The meeting was boring. The voices were boring. Hell, even the maids in the room were boring, and they were pretty damn cute. All Germany was doing was droning on and on and on about electricity power plants and all that crap. He was interrupted by England's cell phone ringing quite loudly.
Well... It isn't exactly interesting... but it's better than nothing.
"England. Cellphones off."
"Shut up, this is important." Germany looked at him in surprise, and England answered his phone. The minute he did, all the blood drained from his face, and he froze.
Wow. That's a strange reaction.
He was starting to shake slightly, and began a cold sweat, his face paler than the snow in Russia.
Then, suddenly, he shut the phone off, grabbed all his papers, and ran out of the room, pale as the ghost.
Hmm... How strange. Angleterre never acted so scared before. Must be something important.
Oh France, you have noidea...