France strolled down the street, humming quietly to himself. It was a nice day, with good wheather, so he had decided to go for a walk before dinner. He saw a pub down the street and considered going there to have a drink and something to eat. It would be nice to be in the company of others, even if they were just drunks. He had been pretty lonely lately.
New Zealand set down she watering can and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, surveying her handiwork as she did. The field's soil was a nice moist dark brown, and the crops were looking good. She smiled to herself and went into her house to wash up, Pirikahu, a small Romney Sheep she kept as a pet, following close at her heels.
Canada smiled to himself, looking up at the sky above him. He was in a grassy park in a town just outside Toronto, enjoying the nice day. He crossed his arms behind his head and lay back on the grass, content. Kumajiro was roaming around to his left, not doing much of anything either.