"Anyway, I think..." The young nation took a second to pause. "I mean I know that this will be for everybody's benefit, especially England's."

"Not my benefit." The Russian gave a creepy smile.

"After watching numerous infomercials and reading several articles online, I have made a conclusion." America paused for dramatic effect and looked back down at his index card.

"I bet this has something to do with food," the Frenchman whispered to the Chinese man.

China snickered. "Or it might be gun related."

"Old people need to be sent to Jolly Oaks Nursing Home," America said after his dramatic effect pause. He set his index card back down on the podium. "England should be sent there, cause he's old and talks to himself."

The younger nation looked around the room. His boss was right pausing for dramatic effect does make a difference. Everybody was looking at him like he just gave awesome life moving plan, that could cure cancer and put dolphins on the moon.

"Excuse me?" England asked breaking the silence.

"I have decided to send you to Jolly Oaks, England." The American smiled. "Isn't that great? They have water aerobics there, and the infomercial showed lots of happy old folks playing Go Fish!"

"Qualification one, the applicant must be above the age of sixty," America read.

China laughed. "Well, you are a country."

"Qualification two, the applicant must be have a disability or disabilities that keep him or her from living alone."

"I capable of living by myself!"

"No you're not," France smirked. "You need me to have a decent meal."

"Qualification three, the applicant must complete a interview with the current president of Jolly Oaks."

"There's no way in hell that I'm going to have a interview with that guy," the Englishman spat.

"Dude, don't worry. I totally called them and set up a interview for you this afternoon," America exclaimed.

"I refuse to go."

England was huffed. This room was far too cheerful looking. It didn't seem fitting to the Englishman. A nursing home appearance should be gloomier. It shouldn't actually look like the cheery place portrayed in pamphlet.

"Its been twenty minutes," Russia said looking at the clock. "This president should be here."

"He's not going to show up. Let's just leave." England stood up.

"Dude, sit back down. He's probably just running a little late."

"Fine." England sat back down.

"I bet this president guy is going to be fat man in his forties," the Frenchman whispered to the Chinese man.

The office door opened and in came a thin woman. "Sorry, to keep you guys waiting. I had to drop my daughter off at soccer practice."

France smiled he wasn't expecting a lady wearing a skirt, that exposed that much of her legs, to be the president. "I take it that you are the gorgeous president of this lovely business."

"Yeah, that's me Sophie Grits President of Jolly Oaks Nursing Home." She laughed and looked at her clipboard. "So, which one of you guys is England?"

"He is!" America pointed to the Englishman sitting next to him. "He's completely cuckoo and old!"

She frowned and turned to America. "Sir, the applicant needs to be above the age of sixty."

"He's centuries above that age," Russia clarified.

She frowned. That didn't make any sense. "He also needs to have a disability that keeps him from living alone."

"I don't have a disability," England stated. "I'm perfectly capable of living by myself. I've lived by myself for several years."