'Were they even in their right mind to write the reports?' The young woman thought, resting her head on the wall closest to the double doors.
She had arrived nearly 10 minutes earlier. After hearing the chaos that was common at these meetings, she decided to wait to go in (lest she risk getting hit by some flying object). But she had yet to gather the courage to go in.
She glanced back to the large windows. Her bag and heavy coats rested beneath one. She sighed and looked down at the 6 reports clasped in her gloved hands.
'Well at least they're recovering.' She looked back to the door.
The yelling had died down to a faith chatter. She bit at her lip. She had never stepped foot into one of the world meetings, not being a continent of people. For the most part she always gave her reports (not matter how short they were) to Allen. Unfortunately all of her siblings were sitting in her home, still injured from the wars. That left her. Alone in a place she didn't feel she had the right be in.
"Just go in and give the reports to Germany or China. Someone else would just lose them." Allen had said that morning, when she had gone to check on them.
' 'Rope. I hate you now. I don't want to go in there. I don't want to see the people that hurt you.' She slide down the wall and stared at the floor, her long dress pooling around her legs. ' But I guess I have too, don't I? North and South wanted to know how everyone was doing. Mr. Fish and Evil bears wanted to know what the room looked like. And Asia just wanted to know what food was there. '
She stood up again and walked over to her bag with a sigh. Sliding her report (surprisingly longer than a page this time) out of her bag, she put in on the bottom of the stack. After having replaced the clip on the paper and wishing repeatedly she had her penguin with her, she stopped in front of the door. With a shaky hand, she grasped the door handle. For a moment she stood there, frozen, just staring at the handle.
"I can't do it!" She cried, darting off to hide behind a plant.
Only a few moments after staring across the hallway once more, she realized that not only had she yelled that out loud, but had left the papers and her belongings by the door. She panicked for a minute or so, before starting to go for them.
"Germany there's no one out here.~" A cheery voice floated from the door.
She ducked behind the plant again, watching from its leaves.
"Oh, oh I found something! Can I have pasta now?"
"Just give zem to me, Italy. And lunch is in 30 minutes. I think you can survive that long. Who's reports are they?"
"The continental ones. But I want pasta now."
She watched Germany grumble and take the papers. Italy ran across the hall and grabbed her things and ran back after Germany into the conference room.
"No. 'Rope the minute you feel better I'm beating you until your blue again." She growled out.
She walked out from behind the plant, looking up and down the hallway. Near the door she noticed a paper sitting on the ground.
"Of course my report is the only one not to go in." She muttered picking it up and sliding it under the door.
She stared out the window, before sighing.
"I guess I better go and stalk the area until they get out for lunch." She said, turning and walking down the hallway. "I just hope it didn't become a flying projectile."