doesn't see a whole lot wrong with that, it's not like much gets done during meetings anyway, and Romano skips them on a fairly regular

basis.

basis. [A-ahh, this has been bothering me a tiny bit, but the G8 summit is a yearly thing, and the last one was in May. <:3c]

[Maybe change it to a more generic 'meeting' or some such?]

that Romano has a more valid reason to skip out, considering he's only half of Italy and can always get his brother to go for him. It must

be rather convienient...[Ahh, yes, I thought that might be a problem at first... ^^; G8 was just the first thing that came to mind. I think

I'mma change it...hmmm...]

maybe, but still isn't sure why England's decided to skip out. It's, honestly, a tiny bit disconcerting. "Signore England," he comments,

clearing his throat a little and trying not to sound too nervous. "What are you doing out here...?"

[S'cool, it was just a tiny bit confusing at first is all. c:]

jumps out of his thoughtless reverie, blinking up at Romano somewhat dumbly for a moment. "Oh...um, hullo there. I was just...taking a

breath of fresh air, is all." He replies, sitting up and stretching slowly.

"Right, of course," he replies, thinking he should probably reconsider where he's decided to spend his time while he was skipping the

meeting. "It is really nice out."

stares back up at the sky, thoughts momentarily wandering again. "Ah...yes, it is..." He muses almost dreamily, humming to himself.

doesn't suppose England gets to enjoy this sort of weather, given the constant dreary atmosphere of his home. ... N-not that he's going to

say as much out loud, though. "Better out here than in there, anyway," he grumbles, looking back toward the building where the meeting

being held.

nods in agreement, pausing for a moment to unbutton his stifling buisness jacket, shrugging it off his shoulders. "I couldn't agree more..

it's always the same in-and-out during those blasted things." He flops back down on the grass, smiling up at Romano. "So, given that..why

don't you join me?"

doesn't particularly wan't to, but is secretly a little worried that he might upset England if her doesn't accept the offer. That

could potentially end poorly for him. "A-ah, si, sure..." And with that, he hesitantly takes a seat by the other, making sure to

keep a comfortable distance.

looks satisfied at that, going back to staring up at the sky. Really, he's not entirely sure why he bothers to attend the meetings when

he could just as well be enjoying himself out here, on a gorgeous day with no rain and no smoke pollution. He may very well end up staying

out until evening so that he can see the stars..."Mm, so...how have you been lately?"

honestly a little surpised by the question. "Ah, good..." He answers, vaguely. He tries to keep his mind mostly focused on how nice

it is out. He likes the sunshine. "... You?"

shifts a bit, turning so that he's lying on his side and able to look at Romano. It seems Spain is right-he really does look like a tomato

..."Ah, I'm good as well.."

would protest that he does not look like a tomato, dammit! "Good to hear..." He's really just trying to be polite at this point, and sort

of hopes the conversation dies off there. After a moment, he takes a deep breath and lets it out as he lies back on the grass.

would most likely persist and hand Romano a mirror, just to prove him wrong. "Mm-hm..." He mumbles absently, going back to watching the

clouds roll by. He'll most likely get an earful from his boss, later, but right now he just feels too lethargic to do anything.

As intimidated as he is by England, that's one thing he'd continue to argue on. With another small sigh, he closes his eyes. A nap

sounds pretty good right about now.