The entire room was filled with various kinds of murmurs, and was enveloped in a mass sea of different colors correspondent to each and everyone's flag, all gathered around one giant wooden oval table. Russia sat silently, however, sneaking a nervous glance at the huge doors every now and then.

The second those wooden rectangular barriers shot open, she, along with the rest of all country leader kind present stood up in greeting for the new arrival. And there he is.

Standing not taller than an inch from her, his blue stranded locks slightly swayed with the force of the doors opening, and his whole stature dressed formally in an elegant grey suit, a golden sun pendant dangling around his neck underneath his coat. Radiant as the clear sky, his mis-matched eyes of gold and brown hues, intensely scanned the whole area, as if he owned the place, which he does.

Behind him, were two important figures. His sister, whose red locks were tied down to a bun, gave a stern salute, her navy blue cap never moving a single inch from where it sat, just as her whole military uniform was kept neat no matter what stiff action she executes.

And not to mention the tallest amongst the three. For the past decades, no matter how much Philippines' siblings disapproves, America earned his way to be considered like a part of their family, or much likely, they were a part of his. He wore his usual smug grin, trotting alongside them in a much immature way, yet nobody mind. They acknowledged his questionable nature too often, it wasn't a surprise at all.

Oddly, he never landed his gaze at her. He was too busy minding his own business, slightly smirking at either Germany or China, who all gritted their teeth, their eyes pooled in immense hatred, temptations of automatically fire nukes at the Joe were swirling rapidly around them.

Phil, on the other hand, scanned his eyes through the entire conference, all were unusually agitated under a strange coolness whenever he merely looks at them from head to toe. The moment he landed both his gold, and brown orbs on her, it's as if she was transported back to her land, cold and tense. Because of this, she went pale, suddenly afraid of this new side of him, which she obviously have not experienced before.

"Please be seated." he softly spoke, as everyone obliged.

As Martial stood up to begin the opening speech, and attendance, the Soviet country dug deep to the files she held. She, her brothers, and all countryhumans alike seemed extremely nervous, they began scanning their documents multiple times even if they walked in with utmost confidence, however, after receiving such uneasy feeling, they doubt to memorize whatever they were supposed to say.

Some were actually suddenly jumpy, merely just because of the moment they were called. Even China forgot to say 'here' or 'present' in English, and North Korea sweating up a storm.

Or maybe, they're being like that because, uh, Martial was the one announcing their names. That'd explain why both men, with their flags as redder than usual.

The roll call led them to begin with the main topic at hand, in which they were supposed to discuss the problems of every country present, specifically towards the issues in Asia, the main reason why they held the meeting in the Philippines. Don't ask me why they should've brought the conference in Singapore, it's much cleaner there, but, oh well, it's the author's decision, so face it, we'll settle with little ol' Manila.

Now, forgetting there was ever a cold tension amidst all environments combined, everyone shared their opinions. One thing to keep in mind, however, if your topic included of problems, and it has to be something against the continent in question, which is Asia, expect a whole lot of a new subject towards one country.

Almost everybody, including the Soviet and other fellow Asian countries, pointed directly at China, bombarding the poor country with so many complaints, it was crazy how everyone would likely explode in anger. The author isn't mad at China at all, adding this to the concept made a little bit of sense however, and because they're running out of ideas. In addition, the Chinese countryleader doesn't seem bother at all, being the highlight of their meeting. In fact, he thought of how he could benefit with this in some sort of a way, which I would not explain further.

"I'm sick of this noodle-eating oof sneaking into our premises!" exclaims one of the European countries.

"Faking off a great number of goods. We paid die-hard for that!"

"Why are there drugs in our teabags?"

"Your fishermen are at our coasts-"

"One by one please." Del piped a little, concerned that the discussions may cause a riot. Furthermore, he's worried China may either backout, offended, and most likely, send a fleet of battleships to lay massacre to all leaders, which obviously sounds bad.

Instead, however, the Asian star-studded communist snorted at all the remarks he's receiving. These good-for-nothing frickers they call themselves as rulers are just afraid they'd be centered by the other countries. he thought, believing they're as scandalous as he is, and are cowards to gather the blame on him.

Partially of what he said could be true, however, I mean, come on, he's a communist, it's bigger than that.

But... He caught a glimpse on that particular country, he, and secretly everyone decided as the most notoriously scandalous of all time. America, in all his glory, seemed too engrossed on fixing up his nails with a file. What the hell is that shit pouch up to now?

Joe hadn't complain a single thing, and was teasing Philip, who was seated beside him, from time to time. Is he just gonna go on like that for the rest of the time? he sweatdropped. China spoke too soon, I guess, for the great countryhuman stood up, clearing his throat, enough for everybody to hear.

He leaned in to face China's direction, gradually breathing in his own words, "What are you hiding from us, Ching?" he smirked to utter suspicion.

The chinese swallowed the huge lump that gathered up to his esophagus. Shiet, he knows. China gritted his teeth a little, flashing him a toothy smile, "I do not know what you are talking about."

"Funny, Ching, very funny." he paused, glowering a doomsday look on the originally Asian country, and a smirk that spelled of animosity decorated his visage of red and white stripes. "Seems like yeeting your companies from my place must've stuck outside your head. Give it up, China. Leave the big game to the bigger deal, besides, this ain't any deal where you could slip in and out to your will."

"Am I not a gigantic country as you are, you capitalist hog?" China shot back, which America responded with a shocked glare. Everybody in the room stood silent. It's as if they were confused to who was in control here.

To be honest, they should really must consider Russia, and Philippines as role models. They bother not speaking at all, not even in the sidelines.

"You son of a britch. Your stupid selfish ideals are not included with how big your ego is."

"The nerve of you to say that! Look who's talking, you're yammering about yourself, you worthless selfishly self-centered piece of shiet." the Asian spat. He was extremely confident of all this, as he gave Phil a weird pleased glance. He thought the Filipino was on his side, knowing Spratly Islands would be at stake, leaving him no choice but to oblige on towering up against the bigger country.

However, he did not expect for him to stare back an icy look, as if he was never afraid in the first place, with an appearance that says, "I don't fricking care."

"Leave it to Philip to decide." America suddenly exclaimed, clasping his hands together to China's surprise, "I'm pretty sure he knows better than anyone what you are capable of deceiving the whole world with your diabolical plans, Chen."

The countries gazed at Philippines in wonder.

Spratly Islands... Russia couldn't help but give her ol' friend a look of sympathy. As much as she didn't like Joe, she couldn't help but agree that China's taking this a bit too far. Witnessing the pressure Chen implemented in the West Philippine Sea from afar, was enough to tell he means business, and Sia was a bit disgusted by that fact.

She hoped to talk and console her friend after the conference, if ever of course, she gathered the right courage to do so. But not right now. It seemed they'd be staying in this room longer than expected. Or like I have said before, everyone keeps speaking too soon.

Philip stood beside America, wherein Sia swore she saw him sneak a barely trembling glance at the american. What is going on?

"It's considered rude to sneak on other people." he quietly said, but audible enough for all to hear. This made Joe flinch a bit, "Wait, wait, you're saying I snuck on this Ching's bac-"

"I wasn't talking to you, Murica." Philippines couldn't help but hiss a little, giving anyone who heard him a shudder. He turned to look at China, who at this point, was wide-eyed in shock.

"M-me?!" he yelled, trembling in anxiety, "Surely you don't expect me to sneak up on anyone! I'm too focused on masking everything since I am the victim here-I am the one being snuck on-!"

"So you are agreeing with America that you are hiding something from us?" Phil cuts him off short, the smart remark taking a huge turn, and earning a satisfied grin from America.

"B-but, I don't-I..!" the flustered country was tongue-tied, the sight made the slav woman's heart bleed a little for the cornered man. She was also surprised Philippines had the guts to retort like that, usually he'd call for sympathy. Seeing the Joe pat her friend's shoulder, however, makes her bite her lower lip at a thought, Could they have planned to gang up on China?

"Seeing you seem shakened up, I believe we'll end this conference for now, and continue in a following date. You all must've been exhausted from your journey, so let us all depart to our own rooms." the Filipino leader finally announced, as all, except China who seemed to be in a dazed trance, relaxed their stiff shoulders.

She sighed, whispering a "thank goodness" under her breath, while tidying up her documents. She thought of going to-

"I see you've been avoiding me the whole afternoon."