'Hey, what dya think of my car?' asked Romania as he popped open the boot to shove Bulgaria's luggage in. 'It's amazingly practical. Look at the size of this boot. You can fit two pigs in there!'
'France still owns these cars, doesn't he?'
'Wha? no, well yea, he helps, but this car is totally mine. I make them myself. Their super popular. Germany wants one. You know i have a plan for a hatchback model'svell? ah but i am being so insensitive. What with you not being able to afford a car an all.'
'I can afford a car. I just can't get it started. I tried to fix it but i just don't have time. It would take a few hours and I needed to finish my paperwork for the...'
'okay, okay, i don't need your life story.' Romania reached in the boot an grabbed a large pack of Cigarettes.
'What are you doing?'
'Some for the road. Don't worry, i'll share them with you'
'No way. You're not smoking them in the car. I'm already going to be showing up with you, don't give me the added embarrassment of smelling like smoke'
'Geeze, since when were you so uptight? It's just a cigarette.' Romania opened the boot again, shoved the cigarettes inside. He took a second to stare inside, keeping his hands just on the side. Bulgaria was fed up of his time wasting and shut the door of the boot right on where Romania's fingers were. Lucky Romania had quick reflexes.
'What the F**k? You almost sliced my fingers off!'
'I don't care. Let's go!'
Romania walked to the drivers seat, leant in and pulled out another pack of cigarettes. 'Their slims. Will take me a minute to smoke one at most. You can sit in the car'
Bulgaria walked over to passengers door.
Opened it. Got in. Sat down.
The car hadn't started moving yet and he was already stressed. That cigarette sounded tempting now that he thought about it. No, cigarettes were low class. He wouldn't let them being associated with him. Bulgaria let his head rest and let out a sigh.
Suddenly out of no where Bulgaria was disturbed by voice right behind him.

'I can't believe they let this Bastard in the EU and Moldova has to stay home,' It was a woman's voice yet It still scared the living daylights out of him.

'S**t!' exclaimed Bulgaria as he turned to face the two backseat passengers. Transylvania and Moldavia sat there, staring at him intently.

Transylvania replied, 'Hey, he made his choice. If he wants to be a country on his own then he can go live with that. Now we get to go...' Bulgaria didn't catch the rest of that sentence. He had gotten out of the car to yell at Romania.
'Hey, what the hell are those two doing here?
'What? their part of the country too-'
'I don't recall Germany bringing Prussia along to these meetings. So don't go along dragging your siblings.'
'I think you'll find that my siblings are still very much part of Romania. You wouldn't ask England to leave Scotland and Ireland out of Britain or Italy to completely ignoor his...'
'Look, I get it alright. But your the only one who's supposed to show?'
'Why?'
'because you're...' Bulgaria added Latin to appease the Romance nation '... the De facto unum' A pause followed as Romania started to smile. Then a chuckle and he muttered something under his breath. He seemed generally pleased by Bulgaria's statement.
'Yea, i know dude. Their not actually going to the meeting or anything. I just thought they'd like to go for the ride. They never get a chance to travel so it would suck to be left at home while their brother visits Denmark without them,' Romania replied with proud sense of being an amazing brother. He was completely ignorant of Bulgaria's wish to kill himself right there and then.

Romania had finished his cigarette while they were talking and walked across the road to a bin. He was a smoker but at least he didn't litter. They both proceeded into the car, starting the long journey from Bulgaria's home to Denmark's home. It was quiet. For a while at least.

I thought i'd just mention how i don't condone smoking here-

I don't smoke, I don't agree with it at all.

but a lot of Romanians do. So there is where i was coming from. ^^