Japan was sprinting as fast as he could to the meeting room.
He was late because he somehow got dragged into a conversation by some random people and he was too polite to excuse himself and leave. So he just stood there awkwardly for a whole half-hour while the two strangers kept rambling about how their kids are just so smart and how their husbands so hardworking and blah blah blah blah blah.
So thanks to those complete strangers, he's now late and will probably get teased by America, and scolded by China.
Damn Westerners and their 'small talks' he thought.
Bursting through the door, he stopped to catch his breath.
"I must aporogize for my rateness, something unexpected came up", he said while bowing.
"Kiku" a voice piped up.
Great he thought. He prepared himself for either a long lecture about time management, or a joke about how him being late was understandable because his legs are just so short.
"That's your name right, or would you prefer to be just called 'Japan'?
Huh? Looking up, his eyes trailed to the place the voice was coming from.
He almost fell backwards.
A young girl (who was probably in her mid/late teens) with blonde hair, black eyes, brown skin, and was wearing a formal suit, was sitting with her legs crisscrossed on the chair close to him.
Japan has never seen her before. Could she be a micro-nation?
His eyes fell on the name tag on the desk her chair was close to.
And this time he really did fall backwards.
"A-A-America?!", Japan gasped.
Laughing, the girl got up and walked over to him to lend him a hand.
"Nope. He couldn't make it today so I'm filling in for him; the name's California, or Sunny, eithers cool with me."