"Hey, isn't that…" said Canada, looking out the window. England looked out as well and groaned.
"Yes, it is." France and America were walking on the street next to the café. Canada tapped on the glass. They looked up and smiled, then hurried into the café. France slid in next to England, who glowered and turned away, and America plopped down next to Canada, who smiled.
"Hey, Mattie, Artie! What're you doin' here?"
England winced slightly at America's poor speech patterns and said stiffly, "I was having a cup of tea and a newspaper when I ran into Matthew."
France tossed his lovely silky blond hair over his shoulder. "Alfred and I bumped into each other on the street. It was quite startling; I nearly messed up my hair."
"Dude, I said sorry."
"And I said that you should be watching where you are going," retorted France.
"Oh, by the way, Alfred," said England, frowning at him, "have you stolen anything of mine recently?"
"What?" Exclaimed America with a hurt expression. "Artie, why would I steal something of yours?"
"To play a prank on me and see how long it takes me to notice."
"I would never do that!"
"Actually, Al, I think you would," interjected Canada.
"So did you or didn't you?" England said impatiently.
"No, I didn't! Why?"
"I just… have this nagging feeling that I've forgotten something important. But for the life of me, I cannot think of what it is." Canada stiffened.
"Oh? When did you have this feeling?"
"…ever since I came back from the bathroom with Matthew."
"You sure you didn't drop your phone or wallet in the toilet or something?"
"Yes, I've checked my pockets. My phone and wallet are still in place."
"Y'know," said America slowly, "come to think of it, I had the same feeling yesterday. I don't have it anymore, though, so maybe it was… a red fish?"
"The term is red herring."
"Yeah, that's what I said. Red herring."
"You said red fish."
"Yes, you did."
"No, you did!"
"Yeah, that's right, old man, I win!"
While America and England continued to bicker, Canada was fretting over the feeling. Was his memory-wipe incomplete? Had he missed something? Maybe he should be more specific next time…
France saw his concerned expression. "Mathieu, what is the matter?" England and America heard this and turned curiously. Canada looked up, alarmed.
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all… I was just thinking about something government-related. Don't worry, it's nothing."
"…okay." England picked up his newspaper and read from where he left off, leaving America to turn to Canada and start chatting animatedly about sports. France got up and soon came back with a café au lait. He sipped at it and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the taste.
"Oh, this reminds me!" he exclaimed suddenly, setting down his cup. "Why don't we all take a trip into Québec tomorrow? It's supposed to be sunny and warm, and we would all get to spend more time with Mathieu!"
America thought for a moment, then grinned and said, "Sounds like fun!"
England set down his newspaper and sighed. "I suppose if it's less than a week, I could tolerate the French air around me."
Canada thought fast. "Um…" I could just invent ways to stay out of the sun as much as possible. "Oui, that sounds good."
"Bonne! We can head there tomorrow, then?"
"I suppose so."