Meeting. Boring. Belarus didn't know who was speaking, or what they were talking about. Something involving numbers - she decided she didn't care.
Her pen scratched against the skin of her arm. Up, down, up, right, up, left, down, down, diagonal - no rhythm to it at all. Natalya wasn't looking at what she was doing, gaze planted firmly on a tree branch on the other side of the window pane.
"Belarus? Any comments?"
It was Natalya that straightened her posture, yanked her sleeve down, and slapped her hands back onto the table; however, it was Belarus that leveled an icy cold glare at the speaker - Liechtenstein, finishing up her presentation on taxes, she noted with the barest pang of guilt - and said, sharply, "What."
Liechtenstein just smiled, all sunshine and rainbows, as per usual. "Sorry Miss Belarus, but you looked like you were spacing out there for a second!"
"No comments, Liechtenstein, get on with your presentation."
"Okay! Just wanted to make sure!" the girl chirped, doing as instructed.
Belarus looked down at her arm and saw a single drop of blood.