There's More Than Fifty

The chatter fills the room. Some incoherent babble is tossed here and there. World meetings are never productive because pulling everyone's attention was downright impossible, and at the rate this one was going it's going to be another counterproductive meeting. The only difference this time is that there's a gradient of nation-tans wearing grey, something that just happened to make the meeting even duller.

Vietnam makes a quick glance out the window. Rain pours down like no tomorrow. At least it was better than her attempt to make fun of one of the dumbest releases she had ever come across. She was sure the scene before her had at least more than fifty shades of grey. The book's name still perplexed her, as well as the plot. At least contemplating on strange literature briefly distracted her from the chaos at hand.

She turns back her attention to the meeting at hand. What's with everyone today, she asked herself, the weather is depressing enough as it is.

A light buzz startles her; she realizes it was her phone.

Were you thinking about crawling out the window?

In the background France was rambling about some economic affair she should have paid attention too. Instead she distinctly catches England mocking him and a fight broke out after that. It's her excuse to return back to her phone.

No…well sorta. At least it'll make better use of my time than this meeting.

She looks over to Thailand's face, amused as always. He casually replied without looking, how he can do that was beyond her.

Uhm. Want me to make it up to you? At least you'll have something to look forward to.

She paused, contemplating on the offer. It would at least give her an excuse to bolt out the door. She considers the possibilities very carefully. Most of her options that came into her mind were food. Her stomach slightly growled at the idea, it was tempting. Well, food was thing that could motivate anyone to get through this mess of a meeting, possibly.

There's a decent pho place by here, want to go? I don't mind paying for myself.

Without skipping a beat he responded.

It's not that big of a deal. Really. Uh, I just want spend a meal with you, it's been a while.

She ignores the slight flush in her cheeks and begins to respond fervently.

That's fine with me, I guess. I'll see you then.

With that, the day suddenly got a little bit brighter.

end.