America was about to fall asleep. Not even the overdramatic kind, like, he was starting to tip over.
England's droned on in the background, more calming than it should have been.
"...-crack. But as long as we can try to encourage people to drive less and walk more we should be fine. Although ,China, you need to trying a bit harder than you are right now and America…"
After listening for about three seconds, America determined that it was not important and went back to drooling into his hand.
That is, until he felt the room get a few degrees colder. Reluctantly opening his eyes, America glanced across the table at Russia, who was staring at him with violet eyes accompanied with a small smile, one that sent cold shivers down his spine, shivers that America of course suppressed.
He gave a cherry grin of his own, before turning back to the fount of the room.
Oh, America thought, nice view. England's back was to the room, pointing to the board. America paid close attention as England moved, his ass moving with him.
While still fully aware of the purple-eyed nation's stare, he chose to ignore it, instead watching the way England's thighs and hips moved as he walked from one side of the board to the other, pointing to things with a laser light, not that America was paying attention to any of that.
All was at peace, that is, until France, who supposedly had been focused on England's ass-cheeks as well, seemed it would be wise to voice his thoughts.
" Ohohohohoh~ My, my, England. Do you think you may be available tonight? You look to be especially enchanting today~"
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No one moved for a solid five seconds, than, at the sound of Germany slamming his head into his palms, the the true reason anyone came to the meetings was revealed.
"FROG!" Screeched England, " Were you listening to anything I said?!" He then proceeded to send an elbow crashing into France's face. Letting the rest of the nations know that is was now the time to both vocally and physically argue.
On the other side of the room, America smirked. Jumping up over the back of his chair and shoving one hand onto the top of the chair as he propelled himself into the conflict between France and England.
If one were to walk into the meeting room at this moment, absolute chaos might be the right word to describe what this scene must have looked like.