Japan awkwardly shifted in his seat.

He was quite unhappy because

1. He had burst into the meeting room to find out that he wasn't even late, which meant that he wasted a large portion of his stamina for nothing (and all that running really wasn't good for his old, tired bones).

2. If he had took his time, he could have possibly avoided the two strangers completely and spared himself from all the social interactions.

And 3. He and America needed to discuss a lot of serious trade issues together, but America was not even there. Instead, he would have to try to explain such a complicated matter to a child and hope to come up with a decent compromise.

This day could not get any worse.

Just as Japan tried to think of ways on how to discuss the problem with a 15(or so)-year-old, the door to the meeting room opened and Russia, China, England, France, and Canada walked in.

Well, sort of walked in.

Canada was trying to stop England and France from fighting (which, as we all know, is impossible), and China and Russia were standing outside the door, waiting for them to move out the way so they could enter.

"Aiya, westerners are so annoying", China sighed when he was finally able to go inside the room.

Russia merely smiled as he and China watched England and France throw punches at each other, and Canada walked to a corner to sulk because he had given up trying to stop those two from strangling each other.

Japan sighed and stood up to greet them because it was good manners to greet everyone you meet formally.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by California.

"Wow! Don't y'all seem like a ballin' group"

The nations all turned to the young state and they immediately forget what they were doing. Russia and Japan were the only ones who were unfazed.

There was a moment of silence, before England spoke up.

"Erm, pardon me but who are you?"

Smiling proudly, the state declared, "I'm the representative for the United States, who was unable to participate in today's meeting. My name is California, or what most people prefer, Sunny".

Silence filled the air once again.

This time, Japan was the one to speak up.

"Um, konnichiwa, Mr. China, Mr. Engrand, Mr. Russia, Mr. France, and um, who are you again?"

"My name is Canada", Canada replied sigh.

"Ah yes, my aporogies Mr. Canada".

"It's alright. I guess you can say I'm use to it".

"Cool. Now that that's all over, do y'all wanna take a seat or take a walk to the cafe to stock up on snacks, 'cause we still have half-an-hour", California said while still wearing a bright smile.

No one knew how to respond to the state and they all just either shrugged and sat down or mumbled something as a response and sat down.

"Well alright then, I guess we'll just wait here for the rest of the nations!", she said.

Meanwhile...

Indonesia was carrying 3 large boxes and was having trouble balancing them and walking.

"Excuse me Miss, do you need help?", asked a young voice.

"Yes. Thank you that would be much appreciated!".

One box was lifted off of the stack. Then another.

Relived from the weight, Indonesia looked up to thank the stranger. In front of her were two young males, both probably in their late teens. One was wearing a black blazer, white t-shirt, jeans, and headphones. He had pale-ish skin, blonde hair, and brown eyes. The other looked quite a bit like America, and has brown hair, blue eyes, glasses, and was wearing a plaid shirt with jeans and a cowboy hat.

"Where are you off to Miss?", asked the one with blonde hair.

"Oh, the commerce meeting. Room C."

"That's where Cal is", the brown haired one said to the blonde. "This way Madam".

"Thank you. And by the way, what're your names?"

"New York", the blonde replied, "And that ones Texas".