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.))

Comments

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."

BEING PROMPT IS OVERRATED!

[countryofassholes]

"Oh." Well, how thorough and familiar an answer. It certainly explained why she couldn't recognize him on a first glance though. Giving him another look over, however useless it might be, Britannia then grinned.

"Wow, I can't believe I could forget that face." (Or rather, those eyebrows.) She added next, in what was probably also routine.

[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.