The mornings rising sun shone golden beams of light through the large windows of Americas large manor where most of the Allied Forces' meetings were held. It was quite early for anyone apart of the Allies to be awake at this early start of the day, it was only 7 am in the morning, the sun barely risen half-way. The faint scent of lightly oxidized Oolong tea came from the main meeting hall, a rather pleasant smell to wake up to in the morning, especially for France.

The blonde, shoulder length haired man yawned soft as he sat up in bed, his usually neat and presentable hair now a tad bit messy due to the way he slept. France stood up and smelt the sweet, fruity smell of tea coming from the main meeting room. The smell immediately made him smile to himself as he left his guest room, given to him by America, still dressing in his silk robe-style suit with white piping, a matching belt, that features a subtle print pattern, his average sleeping attire like anybody else should have! Still dressed in his pajamas, France crept out of his room, socks sliding across the floor (yes he wears socks to bed) as he snuck over to the meeting room to investigate the sweet smell that had him curious enough to investigate.

While peeking into the main conference room, expecting to see China or Russia just mindlessly chatting, he was instead met with the familiar sight of a deep green uniform and short blonde hair. The smell of Oolong tea wasn't hard to miss, the floral and fruity smell coming straight from the britain in front of him. The british man looked almost ethereal in the golden beams of light that the sunrise casted onto his figure through the windows that stretched up to the ceiling.

He stayed quiet and just watched England from door, obversing to see what he did next.. (A bit creepy, I know.)