A (hair color) haired female shot up from the cushioned wooden chair that she was was seated for over 4 hours. She gave a stretch, popping her back and gave a roll of her head, cracking the stiffened bones there. "UUH! Thank God this meeting is finally over! I thought it would never freaking end!" She boasted aloud for everyone to hear as she made her way through the crowd of various countries trying to exit the conference room all at once with her hands in the pockets of her khaki pants. "Damn Old Man 'getting sick' and making me attend this meeting. Out of ALL the kids that he has and could have sent off, he just HAD to choose me. He could have sent Delaware or New York, but no. He had to send me! AND ON MY FU--" The grouchy state was cut off in the middle of her rant when she heard her name being called out in such a smooth and silky voice, making it sound almost like a purr: "Oh, Mon cher belle Floride~![1]" . She gave an annoyed sigh, knowing exactly who it was. "What do you want France?" She stopped mid-step in her tracks, a hand placed on her hip and the other pinching the bridge of her nose, an expression of irritation present on her features. The owner of the voice made his way over to the annoyed female. 'What the hell could frog-ass want from me this time..?' She thought bitterly as said man waltz before the fair maiden, a red rose in his hand. "It has been so long since I have last seen your beautiful face around here, Ma rose précieux~[2]" The blonde purred, bowing down a little and taking the hand on that was placed on the girl's hip into his own and bringing it to his lips, kissing it. _(Name)_ gave a look of disgust and snatched her hand out of the Frenchman's gentle grasp. "You didn't answer my question, Frog-lips: What do you want?" She snapped, taking a step back. "Ohonhonhon~. Is it such a crime to just want to chat with the most beautiful woman the this room~?" Francis looked up at the (hair color) woman, send her a wink and a smirk. She just gave a roll of her blue eyes. "The last time you wanted to 'chat with me', you ended up taking me to dinner and trying to get in my pants. Which resulted in you getting yelled at by my dad and getting your ass beaten by Texas." _(Name)_ crossed her arms over her chest. Before the flirtatious Frenchman could respond, his head was greeted by the back of a certain female's frying pan. "I stenem[3]! Can't you ever take no for an answer, France? It should be obvious that Florida doesn't want you!" _(Name)_'s (eye color) orbs trailed up to her savior's face, a grin plastering itself to her soft features. "Thank you, Hungary. But, I could have done that myself." She chuckled, Hungary joining in. "I know _(Name)_. But that man was getting on my last nerve! I didn't know how much more I could take of him!" _(Name)_ smiled before looking at her watch. "I should get going, Eliza. Talk to you later!" The American girl said before waving and turning to leave, Elizabeta smiling and waving her friend off.
When _(Name)_ exited the building, she cast her gaze to the ground, her hands stuffed in her pocket, and a saddened look on her face. 'Seems no one remembered what today was... Just like last year..' She thought as she dragged herself all the way to her parked beautiful convertible car and brought out her keys. She gave a long, soft sigh before entering said car and starting the engine. She pulled out of the parking space was just about to take off when she was stopped by someone yelling her name out. She pressed gently on the breaks and took a glance into her rear-view mirror, a small smile grazing her lips as she saw figure of a man flailing his arms in the air and running towards her vehicle. "Hurry up and get in before I leave ya!" She yelled in a joking matter. The male figure was close to her car and hopped in to the driver's seat, the female had moved to sit in the passenger's side , the male panting heavily. Once he caught his breath, he turned his head to look at his companion seated besides with a smile on his face. "Ciao bella! I'm glad I caught you when I did! I wanted to take you some where today!" He boasted. The American chuckled at her best friend. "I figured as much. You always show up at just right times, Feliciano. 'Sides, ten out of ten times that you stop me or come to visit me, you always have some place new to show me." The Italian man just gave her smile before speeding off to the surprise destination.
