World Meeting this, World Meeting that. Sometimes, he wanted to poke his head in and see what they were talking about in there. But the last time he had done that, England had hissed at him that he didn't belong in there. He wasn't a nation anymore, she said. And she was right. But that did the beg the question of why he was still here. Everyone had expected him to just disappear as soon as he was formally dissolved. That's what usually happened or was thought to happen since all of those other nations no longer existed. Great nations like Rome and Greece disappeared and never came back. But instead, he just lingered behind, to the annoyance of many and confusion of him. He puffed out his cheeks slightly as a long, slow sigh escaped past his lips. Lifting up a small pebble from the ground outside the building the other nations were assembled in, he began to toss it up and down. Spain and France were there, right? Maybe he could round them up and have some fun. Not actual fun, of course, since fighting was strictly forbidden now and he couldn't just waltz down the street and beat the shit out of whoever looked at him funny. But something along those lines, maybe involving some violence and rage. He walked back and forth in front of the building, pacing slightly and generally disturbing the regular humans to walked by. He did look rather suspicious with his squinting and throwing the pebble up and down. Plus, the white hair and red eyes tended to make people double take. It wasn't a problem now as much as it was in the past.

England opened her mouth to respond to France with another, possibly more snarky remark. But when the meeting took an unexpected turn towards actual efficiency, she hesitated. It was good that they had somehow gotten back on the right track and she did not want to be the one to ruin it. So she forced her mouth closed, digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands to help her resist the temptation of berating France once more. She'd pay him back in kind, certainly. Just as soon as the meeting ended or fell back into disarray. Whichever came first.

Trying not to focus on him at the moment, she turned her head to listen to the conversation about beaches and tourism. Luckily, tourists rarely came to her for beaches. It wasn't exactly what she was known for. But Vatican's speaking caught her attention more as she tilted her head to observe his careful words. People were worried. But people would always worry, it was their nature. All they had to do was prevent a war and their worries would be for nothing. It seemed like a simple enough task but, in actuality, it was much more difficult. They already had their jaw's around each other's throats and only one of them needed to bite. That was how it always had been. "I think the next meeting should be in London," She declared as her hand shifted to her cane and she used both it and the arm of the chair to help her stand up. "That ended more quickly than I imagined considering the circumstances." 

Iceland listened in silence as the meeting drew to a close then silently set about zipping up his bag. Thankfully, nobody seemed too offended by his volcano comment. He just couldn't bear dealing with his people getting involved in a war, especially not following a volcanic eruption. It would be hard getting through it on his own but it was better than being invaded and overrun by people. Lava could be diverted and channeled away, even cooled. People were much harder to deal with. 
He held his empty Skyr container tightly in one hand while his other lifted his back up onto one shoulder. He pushed his chair back in with a leg then looked about the room briefly before turning to Denmark. There was no war now and no volcanic eruption. He could still be somewhat sociable. Moreover, he needed a trash can and didn't see one in the room. "Could you point me to the nearest trashcan? I don't see one in here."