(sorry I'm so late.... And do you mind if I do story style for maybe three more posts, till I get comfortable?)
There was one thing that the Frenchman didn't do. And that one thing was to wake up before noon without reason. So when his phone went off, it's shrill beeping breaking the silence of the dark room, it was safe to say that France was not amused. At all. But thankfully, the earsplitting beeps stopped and he breathed a sigh of relief burying his face in the pillow yet again. Though it seemed that fate wouldn't let him drift back into blissful sleep because his phone began to ring. With a loud and obviously annoyed groan, France picked up the cell and answered it. "What iz it?" he asked tersely as he sat up, England better had something important to say.
The door of the quiet house, nestled deep in the Australian outback barged open. Said australian looked up after reading the mass text to look at his little sister figure with a confused look. "Somethin' the matter Wy?" he asked, noticing the wild and unmasked excitement in her eyes. "A world meeting Aussie!" she said in delight, sitting on the arm of the couch that he was on. "Think that they're finally going to accept me as a real nation?" Wy asked, the small girl's excitement building up so much that it almost bubbled over and Australia laughed, ruffling her hair. The two of them too carefree to be suspicious. Well one was carefree, the other was too excited to care. "Probably." he said and the micro-nation laughed, already pulling out her cell phone and dialing Seborga's number, waiting anxiously for him to pick up.
Australia followed suit. After letting the koala onto his back and finishing off the tea that he had got from England, he pulled out his own phone. He really wasn't in the mood to get his own plane so he figured that he might as well hitch a ride with someone. Looking at his contacts, he stopped on one of his fellow ex-colonies and smiled to himself, calling his Canadian friend. Canada would be the best to mooch a ride off of. He waited for him to answer.
Finland had been on the way to Denmark's place for no other reason than he missed the blonde. He hadn't looked at his phone all morning, so he had no clue what was going on. After they had patched things up between him and the other Nordic's, Finland had become more used to Denmark's antics and had actually grown kind of fond of him, not that he liked him or anything, but he was a good friend. As he got close to the door, he could hear yelling, which was typical for the three occupants of the house. But as he opened the door, he sighed. Seeing Norway kick an unresponsive Denmark made him chuckle and sigh at the same time. "What is it that you two are doing?" He asked, half dreading the answer.