Frances POV

I check the time on my silver watch, a gift Britain had got me on my birthday. It makes me sad when I see it, but it makes me feel close to Britain when I wear it.
                                8:45
We should really be heading into the meeting room and grabbing our seats now. I look around. Britain's countries are still with me, as they didn't really have anywhere else to go, so is New Zealand and Australia. Canada and America are not here though, they are off talking to their friend Mexico, although it looks like America and Mexico are trying to prove why they are the best country while Canada is just stuck in the middle. I wave my hands slightly and grab Canada's attention. I mouth the words 'we're going to the meeting, now.' while pointing to the meeting room. Canada nods and waves us off mouthing the words 'okay, I'll be there in a second just need to sort theses two out.' I nod my head.
"Okay everyone it's time to get our seats, this way and stay close behind me." I say and start walking to the door with everyone following behind me.

We walk through the door into the meeting room.
Seats are circled around the room on different platforms apart from the back wall where five flags are displayed: NATO flag, EU flag, ASEAN flag, AU flag and the UN flag. In the centre of the room is a big platform with a podium and another five seats off to the side, where the unions sit waiting patiently for all the countries to gather in the room. There were countries already in seats across the room and countries that were only just coming to sit down. Countries stared at us from all around. I can already tell what they're thinking,
Where's Britain?
Who are these new countries?
Why do most of them resemble Britain in some                             way? 
Why is France with these new countries?
What should I have for dinner tonight?
Okay I think everybody would be thinking the last one but the first four would be the most specific.

I walk down the steps, making sure everyone is following behind me. I get to the third row from the bottom and walk along it. There are nine of us in total, so I count nine seats and then sit down. New Zealand sits down next to me, then Wales, Northern Ireland, Australia, England, Scotland and two empty seats for when Canada and America arrive.

No Ones POV

The seven countries all sat in a row along the seats. France was wondering how long Canada and America were going to be, as the meeting was going to start soon. Wales, New Zealand and North were happily chattering to each other playing I spy. Australia was petting the small lizard he snuck into the meeting so he wouldn't get bored. Scotland was getting very annoyed at England who was unconsciously tapping his foot repeatedly on the ground out of nervousness. He wouldn't stop doing it and now the sound was going straight through Scotland, it being the only thing he could focus on. So Scotland grabbed England's leg harshly, scaring the hell out of England, and Scotland proceeded to give him a glare when England looked at him. England blushes and looks very embarrassed and shoves Scotland's hand away and rests his head in his hands. Scotland rolls his eyes and turns in the opposite direction resting his chin on his hand as he looked at the other countries seeing if he knew any of them.

As Scotland looks something catches his eye. Another country. Staring directly at him. All Scotland can see is the countries eyes staring back at him as a hood covers the rest of their face, a mask they wear covering the bottom, to make sure none of their flag was showing. It's getting slightly unsettling now and they're being awfully rude when you think about it. Scotland turns to France. She sits five seats away from him so he has to speak a bit louder so she can hear.
"An Fhraing," he says grabbing her attention. "Who's that country sitting over there?" Scotland points over his shoulder, still looking at France.
France sits up straight looking to where Scotland pointed.
"What country? Nobody's there?" She questions.
"What?" Scotland mutters under his breath and he turns to look back at where the country was...
                     but nobody's there.

Scotland stared at the spot in confusion.
Did he just imagine all that?
How did they move away so quickly?
Why were they watching them?
Scotland wanted to know the last question the most. He cared for the people sitting with him, even if one of them annoys the hell out of him. They are practically his family, even if they're not fully related and even if he acts like he doesn't trust any of them, which is kinda true. They're still the closing thing he's got to family.

Scotland was about to say something to France, when the door to the meeting room got kicked open with a loud bang. It was none other than the loud, obnoxious, surprisingly strategic, United States of America in his silly star and planet suit. Almost all the countries went silent staring at America, who was posing with his hands on his hips as if this was at a photo shoot, with a very embarrassed Canada beside him. The unions all stared disappointedly at America apart from NATO who appeared to be enjoying the show. Canada lip synced a small 'sorry' to them and UN just nodded his head in understanding, as if he was expecting something like this to happen, and pointed them to their two empty seats, where an annoyed France sat with the other countries. They both walked down to their seats. Canada sat next to Scotland, who was again looking at the spot where the mystery country was while trying to figure something out in his head, and America sat next to Canada on the isle seat. France looked at her son.
"Amérique, we will talk about this later." She said slightly glaring at him.
America was in big trouble now.

Canada looked at Scotland who was staring around, but not with curiosity with suspicion. Scotland had concluded that the mystery country couldn't of just left the room that quick. They were still here. In the room. Somewhere...
"You okay Scotland, you look a little concerned?" Canada asked. Canada always worried about other people's mental states and wanted to make them feel better to the best of his ability, he would make a great psychiatrist or some type of therapist when you think about it.
"Oh...Um, yeah, I'm fine just looking around..." Scotland replied, scratching at his hat.
Canada could tell something was wrong but just assumed it to be out of nervousness. This was Scotland's first world meeting after all.

Chilling in a corner of the room, a country wrote some notes in a notepad. They had four names Written on the notepad: Wales, Northern Ireland, Scotland, England.
They each had their own column with notes scribbled underneath. The country took their pen to Scotland's column and wrote,
be careful: observant and cautious of others around him.
Then the country had an idea. A way in which they could use this to their advantage and they wrote it down in their evil little notebook.

————————————————————

Wow! I'm not too sure if I like this chapter, I feel like I'm giving myself extra work. Nah, I'm just lazy, I'll continue doing stuff like this. It's a lot more fun than homework I'll tell you that!

Gaelic Translations:
•"An Fhraing,"="France,"

French Translations:
•"Amérique,="America,

This chapter is shorter than others because I'm only really ever posting chapters on weekends, but I was bored and didn't want to do homework so I wrote a chapter on here. I guess this just proves that procrastinating and homework are good sometimes.

Have a nice Life!

Word count; 1344