Conversations smatter the wide meeting, but no one makes a move to start anything really on topic, or even try to hush the faint noise. The few nations who aren't involved in hushed, halfhearted chatter have their heads on the table, or else are writing, or doodling, on papers. Surely, they have something that needs addressing, but no one is willing to step up and direct, with Ludwig not being present.

Without warning there's a knock on the door, and a few of the nearby nations jerk up, startled. One or two scramble to their feet but Francis gets to the door first, and opens with little hesitation.

The figure which stands there has only a delicate hand visible, firmly grey and reached out to grasp the doorframe. The two speak in a hushed tone, despite the fact that everyone is straining to try to catch a peek.

Francis makes some gesture, and then the figure follows him into the room, and gasps echo around the room at the sight of the woman. Her hair is perfectly black, with what appears to be horns, about the same color, with a bit more orange at the base, and shape as a pair of bananas, and her skin is a concreteish grey. A golden tiara with a small purple-pink gem rests atop her head. She wears what looks like a vivid blue and green skirt made of two different fabrics, much longer in the back than in the front, as well as a black tubetop with a pisces symbol on the front. Her wrists are adorned with brightly colored thin bracelets, and one thick gold band apiece. It isn't until she removes she vibrant pink goggles from her eyes, letting them rest on the hair above her forehead, that most notice her magenta colored eyes.

She shuffles her feet for a second, before looking up, just a little above their eyes, and says in a voice that seems to be struggling not to waver, "I didn't mean to disturb all of you if you were doing anyfin impoartant, but I have somefin very important that I need," With all eyes focused so intently on her, the woman takes a second, both hands brushing her long snarled mass of hair back, revealing two small fin-looking things growing in place of ears, "M-My people," her hands find stillness at the waist of her pants, "Need a place, now that oar home has been destroyed, and if wouldn't be too much trouble…"

Arthur's voice sounds as she falls silent, "You came to us asking if we could, what? Shelter your fish-people?" This earns him a few scowls from surrounding nations, but he doesn't even flinch.

The woman nods, and then blinks, shaking her head, "Oh, no, we're not all like this. Just the seadwellers," She adds, "And there's only twenty-four of us, so we wouldn't take up much room,"

"Twenty four?" Roderich asks, "You're only taking twenty four of your people with you?"

She shakes her head, "There are only twenty four of us left,"

Silence.

"Madam," Francis suddenly pipes up, "Would you like to wait outside? I believe we'll need a few moments to discuss,"

She nods, and he gives her a smile, offering his arm, and then leads her out of the room.

The arguments start up almost before the door can close, some people are almost instantaneous to claim they need to do anything and everything they can, while others insist they're just smitten, and it's none of their business anyways, but over-all the agreement is, after quite a bit of quarrelling, that they have to do something.

Then there's an almost longer argument about what solution to use. At first it seems simple enough to just build a relatively small area for them to live in, but then they start to bicker over just where that will be exactly, and who will be giving up land for this and they'll have to be sure not to take the land back later won't they (and what happens if it starts to form a nation-person?)? Ivan offers to let them stay with him, but that idea is shot down almost instantaneously. It does, however, lead to a different solution entirely…

When they call her back in to tell her they've come to a solution, she smiles, and thanks them profusely. They send her off to bring her people back in two weeks, after asking her how many of her people are seadwellers, and if they need any special taking care of.