world meeting, BACKDATED to the rest day

[independencesong]

Characters: all of the nations!
Format: either [action] or prose
This log is: relatively closed.
Location: in town, near the lake.
Summary: what it says on the tin.
Warnings: politic-shaped things.

Estonia wasn't exactly known for leading diplomatic discussion, so it was a bit of a sense of pride that she had managed to talk at least what she assumed to be the other nations here into a meeting. Perhaps things wouldn't be so bad here after all, if she could get plenty of recognition and... who was she kidding? She missed her people and her sisters and friends, particularly now that Latvia had gone missing from Conquest. She had Lithuania and Ukraine, at least, so that would have to do.

She's early for the meeting, of course, after having sent everyone reminder messages of it before she left the campus. Don't be late!

((ooc: wow guys, I'm so sorry I never got around to putting this up, due to IRL reasons. but it's up now, feel free to threadhop and enjoy to your hearts' contentment.))

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[countryofassholes]

Britannia hadn't needed the reminder message, surprisingly enough. As she drew her PDA out of her uniform pocket and checked the beep, her casual smile never faltered as she marked the SIM read and pocketed the device again. Instead, already on her way to the meeting spot, she chose to straighten her collar and adjust her gloves, to make sure her appearance was as pristine as it could be.

To be honest, she hadn't donned the red jacket since her arrival in the city when they'd been supplied with alternative clothes, if only because the outfit was unbearably stuffy and tended to get very hot on warmer days, but for today? She should put up with it. After all, today she represented her empire and the royal family and knights here.

As the designated meeting area came into view, she couldn't resist checking the PDA one more time. 1 minute early. Perfect, her emperor would be proud. ... some of them, anyway.

[koyo]

( Unsurprisingly late, Spain raises a brow when he sees Britannia in uniform, )

Were we supposed to dress up?

( Because he must have left his uniform in his closet. Back at home. )

[countryofassholes]

[Unsurprisingly indeed, Britannia doesn't even blink when he sashays his way into the meeting looking unrepentant.]

Hmm... I don't think it really matters. Where were you? [Asked quite conversationally.]

[duchy]

Lithuania, dressed once more in the clothes he arrived in, was peering at the designated meeting area with no small amount of trepidation. Walking into anywhere with so many others like him gathered in one place does nothing but set off a million warning bells in his head, and he's not really sure what to do, anyway. To do something wrong and hurt the names of his Dukes (not that he himself can remember any of their names) would be unbearably awful.

Thus, Lithuania is paralyzed with uncertainty, watching from afar and trying to come up with some sort of plan for a situation that's completely foreign to him.

[koyo]

( Spain had been meaning to speak to Lithuania for some time, ever since their first fight and when Lithuania was declared the first round winner. With a cheerful smile and hands in his pockets, Spain greets the little nation, )

Is this your first meeting?

[duchy]

[Lithuania looks over at Spain and attempts not to look so nervous. He ends up looking nervous, just in a serious sort of way.]

Mmhmm. Um, we don't really have any at home yet.

[According to Estonia they would eventually, but Lithuania still doesn't really get it.]

[heroiccia]

"Hey there Little Liet~!" And up comes America with a cheerful smile planted on his face.

[duchy]

Lithuania looks over at America--he hasn't seen the other nation since he got placed in the other school, but he hadn't seemed all that bad when Lithuania met him. Loud, but not mean or anything.

"Oh, hello." There was a pause, while he tried to figure out how things were supposed to go at these things before settling for the obvious response. "How are you?"

[koyo]

Spain arrives at the meeting several minutes late. Anyone familiar with Spain would not be surprised. For the meeting today, he wears the same clothes he wore when he first arrived in Rakuen. Normally, he would get away with it if they went down the list in alphabetical order but. . .

Wait a moment; there were fewer nations here, weren't there? Hopefully he would be near the end still! After all, you aren't really late until they call your name and mark you as such, right?

[independencesong]

Spain is saved, thanks to the dual issue of Estonia not being anal enough to take a formal list (hopefully she can remember the handful of nations kicking around) and her not even knowing his name. Nevertheless, she breaks away from her conversation to go greet him when he finally appears.

"Ah, you're..." Somewhere. "... here!"

[koyo]

"I am!" Spain announces cheerfully, which also reveals himself as being late. "What are we talking about today?"

[pysankya]

"Hello, Antonio," Ukraine will greet him with a smile and a wave. He's been feeling a bit odd, not knowing too many of the nations here outside of Estonia and Britannia.

[koyo]

"Huh? Hola, Ukraina." Spain smiles at Ukraine, "So you made it too! Haha, I'm not too late, right? Ah, well, if I am, don't worry! I can catch up with everyone."

[heroiccia]

America arrived a few minutes late, wearing his usual garb and carrying an armful of hamburgers with a cup of pop. Grinning merrily as he walked over towards one of the front seats and plopping his stuff down on the table.

"Hey dudes! Sorry I'm late! Had to grab a light lunch." Of course to him, light meant about ten or so hamburgers and an extra large coke. Walking around before sitting down on one of the chairs provided. Reaching over to his pile of food before grabbing a burger and starting to munch down.

"So, what did we start off with?" And he had to ask that question through a mouthful of burger.

[independencesong]

"Thankfully there's no set agenda for today." Estonia can judge him a little bit anyway, can't she? Since Germany and Russia aren't here to do it for the rest of Europe. "You could try to be a little more prompt, though."

[heroiccia]

She definitely wasn't as loud as Germany was, and Al never really was all that affected by Russia. So her reprimands on his tardiness was lost on him. "I guess I could. But I was hungry, and decided to get some food first!" After all, how could he think and be the hero on an empty stomach?

"So since there's no agenda today, who's gonna start things off?" It was him right? It usually is.

[countryofassholes]

Well, at least she understood why she had been suffering all these comparisons up until now. It was practically like looking into a mirror, though the eye color... yes, the eye color was definitely different and so was the presence of glasses. She was also fairly certain she lacked that single hair flip he seemed to have going near his hair split. (If she were being uncharitable, she'd also think he was a little more... heavy, than she. Although given the mountain of food in front of him, that could very well be the case.)

But she recognized him, despite the century that had rolled by since their last meeting. "British America," or just America in his world, she supposed. How... nostalgic. She gave a small laugh from where she sat, across the table from the nation.

"Interesting."

[heroiccia]

Well hello there good looking. He could have sworn that he was looking in a mirror right now, if it wasn't for the fact that the person in front of him had green eyes, lacked Texas and Nantucket...and spoke. And in truth he found the mystery person to be much smaller than him, possibly much weaker as well. His own, bright, blue eyes blinked a little while staring into the other person's eyes for a moment or two, this was something new. He continued to munch down on his hamburgers, settling on his fourth one now.

Wait...what did she call him? That was a strange nickname. And she was acting like he should know her, and in truth he probably should. Of course he doesn't really remember a whole lot of nations that he probably should.

"Hm? Dude, do I know ya?"

[pysankya]

Ukraine was late, he had forgotten about the meeting until Reeta's reminded had appeared on his PDA. Even then he had been covered in mud from working on one set of school gardens in preparations for his classes the following week.

Coming around the corner he straightened his scarf and gave an apologetic smile at Reeta for not being on time.

"Sorry... was planting watermelons for students."

[independencesong]

"Of course you were." He was predictable and she appreciated that, even when it meant he was a little bit later than she'd hoped he would be.

Estonia adjusted her glasses, giving him a little smile. "How are you, Ukraina?"

[pysankya]

Ukraine will blush slightly at being caught doing what he was so predictable at. Always gardening and being late because of it. He welcomed the change of topic and relaxed a little, putting his hands in the pockets of his overalls.

"I em good, been busy week, what about you?"

cries i'm so late.....

[keepscalm]

He was totally, completely on time and definitely not arriving with feathers ruffled and grumpy face on display because his alarm clock didn't go off. Absolutely not. England was always prompt to things of importance.

Not that this was even a legitimate world meeting. Or that they even had a world to govern anymore, it seemed. But. Whatever.

"Apologies," he huffed, primly straightening his shirt and sweatervest. He didn't offer an excuse, because England isn't big on excuses, so that was all he said as he approached the meeting area.

Half a day is not late!

[countryofassholes]

At England's arrival, Britannia gave a blink. Up until this point she had at least been able to guess at the identities of the nations she couldn't immediately recognize. Estonia by her glasses and America by the fact that (to her chagrin) they did look fairly similar (eye color aside)... but this? Who was this strangely grumpy, European looking man with outrageous eyebrows and what seemed to be bedhead?

"Who are you?" Came the immediate response, wondering if he was one of the many smaller countries...

BUT I SHOULD BE PROMPT TO THINGS

[keepscalm]

England sighed a little. This had become a routine every time they encountered one another, and it got a little trying to introduce himself every time he had to walk into his own dorm room.

"England, a constituent country and current representative of the United Kingdom. Though I'm not the England of your world. You've forgotten what I look like thanks to this damnable place," he informed coolly. "We share a dormitory room."

[pysankya]

"Is okie, some of us were late too," Ukraine will smile and look down at England. He's not quite sure which country he is, although his eyebrows are rather impressive. Idly, Ukraine wonders if he'll be called Russia again. He wasn't sure how the other nations would handle being corrected as to whom he was, not whom he appeared to be.