"Live Free or Die." -State Motto of New Hampshire
Tobias bit the inside of cheek, as his cobalt blue eyes danced around the room anxiously. He was nervous, so very intensely nervous. He had never been to a World Conference before, and the dread of possible public humiliation or worse failure hung over him like a storm cloud ready to release its rain. His father was trusting him to be able to stay concealed among the numerous human employees all scattered throughout the building. And his objective was to gather information as a third party about any future events that could be catastrophic to the United States. So here he was dressed in a typical busboy's uniform, pushing trays along and collecting empty dishes. Unbeknownst to the nations as they were preparing their presentations a spy was diligently recording their every action, all except for one who watched him from afar.
The teenager with auburn curls grabbed another set of abandoned cups left behind on a desk when a man's hand pressed against his shoulder blades lightly. Immediately letting out a startled gasp the boy whipped around only to be confronted with bright red eyes and ghost-like skin.
"Hello there." The man said with his accented raspy voice, "Are you new here?"
"Yes sir. I j-just started today." Tobias stuttered out, trying to calm his nerves.
"I see. It's just I haven't met you yet. I thought I knew all the workers here." His gaze drifted up and down, observing the youth's appearance. He then turned his ruby stare back to the other, stuck out his hand, and introduced himself, "I am Gilbert Beilschmidt. And you are?"
"Tobias Hazel, sir." The teen said, grasping the offering arm and shaking it swiftly.
"Well, it is nice to meet you Tobias Hazel," The man said with a devious wink.
"Nice to meet you too, sir." The boy gulped.
"I need to head back now for the meeting, but I wish you good luck for the rest of your day here." Gilbert added, as he began to saunter back to his seat.
"Thank you." Tobias croaked out as he readied his cart again to make his way out of the room as quickly and inconspicuously as he could.
As he was rolling through the doors he saw the colorless man whispering into the ear of another nation with stern blue eyes, both their expressions growing suspicious as they drew their attention to the gangly looking boy.
'This is very not good,' The red headed teen thought as he high tailed out of there, 'Very not good at all.'