Breaking Away-CountryHumans United Kingdom

World Meeting

No ones POV

It was the next day and the countries were all eating waffles for breakfast, courtesy of America. Although Canada didn't seem too satisfied with the texture. He solved the problem by, as always, drenching them in maple syrup. Wales watched him do it, curiously, and decided she wanted to try it too. She put a decent amount of maple syrup on her waffles and took a bite. Her face lit up at the sweetness.
"It's good isn't it?" Canada Said, smiling happily at Wales.
"Mmhmm!" Wales muffles as she shoves more waffle and maple syrup into her mouth.
Canada is happy that someone finally understands his love for maple syrup. Wales does have a sweet tooth after all.

Everyone's plates were empty, apart from Canada's and Wales' which still had some sticky golden syrup stuck to it. France looked in slight disgust thinking about how she was going to have to clean that later. Then her face quickly changed expression as she remembered something.
"Kids, you will not be going to collége today." France begins.
"What! Why?" Asks Canada and England at the same time and they both look at each other and chuckle.
"I almost forgot, but there is a world meeting today." Said France.
America and Australia moan of tiredness and boredom just from hearing the name. The meetings shouldn't be too long but because of the hostility and disagreement of everyone they drag on until your brain wants to practically explode from boredom. Canada had a tame expression on his face but you could tell he wasn't too pleased either. New Zealand was too busy daydreaming and didn't hear what France had said.
"Are we going as well?" Questions North.
"Oui, I have already informed Les Nations Unies about the splitting of your countries and he shall explain to everyone about it when the meeting starts, to stop any confusion." Said France.

Wales looked excited. She loved making new friends! North looked happy as he knew that since it was a world meeting his brother would be there. England had a butterflies feeling in his stomach and he was slightly panicking inside, but managed to hide this very well developing the same look as Canada. Scotland leaned back in his chair with a sigh. He hates having to listen about other countries problems, but if it means missing school he doesn't really care where they're going.

"When does the meeting start?" Asks Canada.
"It starts at nine and right now it is..." France looks at the clock hanging on the plain white dining room wall. "Seven, So everyone should go get ready. Try to dress as formal as you can." France Says, directing the last part at America and Australia.
"Traditionally, that means I need ta or should wear a kilt or would yer prefer me not ter?" Asks Scotland.
France thinks for a bit before answering.
"Well, it's really up to you Écosse. It's not up to other countries to judge you for your traditions or culture."
England is disappointed by this answer but doesn't say anything.
"That's a very good point," Scotland says and then turns to England. "I'm happy someone finally understands that it is my culture and not fer yer ta judge." He adds on, slightly squinting his eyes at England.
"Okay go get ready now, everyone." Said France.
Everybody started to get up from their seats and New Zealand looked at his mum confused.
"Ready for what?" He asks.
France sighs slightly annoyed.
"You weren't paying attention were you?"
New Zealand looks away guiltily and mutters a quiet "no."
Australia chuckles and France rolls her eyes.
"We have to go to a world meeting, Nouvelle-Zélande, so go and get your nice white polo shirt and your pretty blue tie, okay."
New Zealand looks up at his mother and smiles.
"Ok Mummy!" And he starts to run out the room. As he runs through the door he pauses, turns back and runs back into the dinning room again.
"Sorry for not paying attention." He says and runs out the room again heading to his room and everybody else followed suit.

                      Time skip

France stood at the front door waiting for everybody to get ready. She wore a black jumpsuit, as she didn't quite feel like wearing a dress, it was tight around her showing her beautiful figure and she had her black beret placed slightly sideways on her head. She wore her hair in a low bun, so she could get her beret on, with curls coming down at both sides of her face. She had a midnight blue handbag with the strap over her shoulder.