Amelia and Matilda were very early (odd for the personification of America) for the G-8 meeting that day. They were chatting, waiting for the others to arrive.
"So, how've you been, Emily?" Matilda asked, not sure what to say, since she was always ignored by just about everyone. Once or twice Francis noticed her because of her hair, but basically, that was it.
"I'm fine. Kinda hungry, though," Emily said, reaching in her jacket and pulling out a hamburger. While that might amaze you, it's normal for her.
"That looks really gross, Emily. Why do you do that?" Matilda asked, clearly disgusted at the sight of a hamburger that had been in her jacket for who knows how long and seeing her EAT IT.
"No," Emily said with her mouth full. "It's DELICIOUS! And heroic!"
Matilda didn't look convinced. She shook her head.
"I'm going to the little girls' room, okay?" Matilda told Emily, hoping Emily wouldn't notice her when she came back. While on the way, she thought she'd heard the front door open and footsteps headed in the direction on the boardroom. She shook her head. It was probably just her imagination. Still….
"I hope Emily's okay," she said to herself as she fixed her hair in the mirror. She decided she'd hidden in there for long enough and left, headed back to the boardroom. The footsteps forgotten, all she could think about was being ignored, right her almost happy place. She stopped hersefl from opening the double doors. She took a deep breath and opened the doors to find none other than Ivan Braginski, the crazy Russian himself, faucet and all, smiling that insane yet adorable smile that only he had.
"Greetings, comrade," he said.
A/N: This ends where EmilyfyeahJones begins! Happy reading, peoples! X3