A meeting?
you want me to come?
I would be honored!

The soft fluttering of purple eyes, tugging back of brown hair as it is put up quickly once more.

Lightly the boy shook his head, attempting to chase away the last traces of a hangover.

The plane rumbled gently, empty save for himself and Russia, who seemed glued to the window.

Other than the soft growling of the plane it was silent, Vilnius watching as the land below changed from the snow he loved, to ocean, the darkness of the night sky breaking into daylight.

And by the time they landed, the sun beat down heavily, the Lithuanian city shuddering slightly.
How could Russia bear coming to meetings in his heavy clothing, while he in his military wear already felt the beginnings of heat sickness?

He pushed the feeling away, he had no need for such weakness.

He followed quietly behind Russia, through winding streets and small paths.

"we are having the meeting in France's country this time~"

A soft grunt was Vilnius' only reply, blinking slowly taking in the sights around him.

However, at the sight of the building they were to meet in he allowed his eyes to widen a bit, it was larger than he had expected...

And so many others, he hadn't even known there were so many countries!

Russia greeted a few, pointed Vilnius out to them, he seemed to make him uncomfortable...
maybe it was the fact that he looked like his 'mother' so much?

Or, it could have been the soft glint of the scalpels and knives tucked into his breast pocket.

Whatever, he didn't care.

A flashily dressed blond nation soon herded everyone into their seats, Vilnius glaring before he had a chance to get close.

"...

why did you look at father in such a way?"

The brunette turned, about to give another glare, and a growl about how only Russia needed to be obeyed.

But he did not.

"ah, Excusez-moi? h-have I offended you sir?"

he shook himself alert.
"what? no..."

The boy in front of him narrowed his startlingly blue eyes, pushing blond hair from them.

"You are Monsieur Russia's son, oui?"

Vilnius paused, why the small glare from the other?

"yes...I assume you must be France's from the language" he flashed a smile, a cat eyeing a flightless bird.

"Oui, I am Paris, it is a pleasure to meet you Monsieur....ah?"

"Vilnius Rayvis Braginski, please, call me Vilnius"

The french city nodded, looking at the other countries who had gathered about a large table France had insisted be placed outside.

"ze' countries will argue for a while before anything gets done" he turned back "'et is not 'zer faults, but 'et will take a while before they even begin"

"I can wait as long as Russia needs me to"

Paris blinked slowly, blushing slightly.
"o-oui! I do not doubt your patience monsieur!"

The brunette tilted his head a bit, listening to the smaller city's heart thrum in his chest, licking his lips slightly.

How cute.

"why ask such things if you did not, little mouse?"

The small blond frowned slightly, "excusez-moi, qu'est-ce? 'Little mouse?'"

"Your heart beats like that of a frightened mouse"

Another smile.

"and besides, you're cute, like a mouse" purple eyes glinted.

"just be careful that a cat does not come to eat you" he chuckled, turning away to head back to Russia's side.

'Paris eh?...
hmm...
Paris...'

he would be watching this one.

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