Second world meeting~ [OPEN]

"Saint Heavens... What does he need now?" Eduard whispered and complained to himself as he placed and served breakfast in the Dinning room. A breakfast for his boss, Russia and his children, the Braginski's. Estonia went back to the kitchen, wiped his hands with a soaked towel and hang it onto the sink. "L-Latvia! Let's go. Mr. Russia is needs us!" Like himself, being a brother, he reminded his younger brother.



Sooner or later, near the hallways to that room. Footsteps echoed the area, the Baltic's boots were clapping against the wooden and rugged floor. Whimpering and shivering. The Estonian peeked out and showed himself to his superior. However, the Ace Student wasn't seem to be making eye contact with him. Shivering in so much terror, all he could think of if he ever did something wrong and soon might get in trouble for it. "Y-Yes, Mr. Russia...?" Estonia held onto his tie, he was carrying a closed laptop on the side of his body.

//Eduard Von Bock//

Luckily more than likely for the Baltics, Russia noticed not the usual trembling and frightful attitude of his subordinates. Instead, his gaze was drifting along the walls and the roof of the grand dining hall, taking note of any small crack or cobweb that needed to be tended to.

Ivan's usual smile was traced across his features, yet his eyes bore a somewhat rare gleam to them.... exitement, maybe? Yes... The Russian was exited. It has been a very long while since the Soviet manor had any visitors...

Finally, Ivan's eyes slid shut as they do when the Russian is content before turning toward Estonia and Latvia. As usual, the one-track minded Russian was too focused on the tasks ahead to take any notice of the two's discomfort. To Ivan, Estonia, Lithuania, and Latvia were just about as content and happy here as his own kids. A.... common misconception that Ivan had yet to figure out.

"a'I need to run to d'e market to gather t'ings for tonight. a'I want d'is place spotless and in order by d'e time a'I get back so we can start in d'e kitchen. Dominika and Ivana will be aiding d'e cooking, so focus on getting d'is room back into shape. But keep an ear out in case d'ey need you... Come, Shalunya~"

Ivan strode past the two and headed toward the door before calling the russian shepherd, leaving the Baltics with the tile-floored dining Hall. Shalunya didn't bother getting up from where she lay in front of a large, dark fireplace on the wall. It bore an eerie, distant feel to it, as if it hasn't been touched for years. Without slowing his pace nor letting his cheery smile to falter, Ivan cast a glance at the canine when he realized she was not coming; but he did notice the fireplace.

"Hmn... Also, get a fire going. Et's too cold in here."

With that, Ivan turned and walked out of the room and toward the main area in search for the rest of his family. The soft 'tap' of winter boots against polished wooden flooring slowly began to fade as Ivan grew further from the room....~

"R-Right away, Sir!"

Estonia adjusted his glasses to look at the untidy room. Massive loads of dust were covered. He knew he couldn't take care of that fireplace that the Russian had requested. "Latvia... Turn the Fireplace on for me! We have a lot of work to do!" the Estonian pushed the Latvian out of the room towards where the Russian directed to. After this, he went back into the room and explored a few things that can be useless. Nonetheless, there wasn't any. Eduard let out a sigh and exited the room just to get his cleaning supplies and went back into the place that he and his brother were ordered to clean up.

"This will take just a few hours. I think I should be done at around..." Eduard quickly glanced at his watch "After Lunch. Luckily I have a very strong stomach" Eduard joked to himself. He then started to clean the room, arranging the big table in the center of the room and placing chairs on each sides. He started dusting the place out, sweeping and picking up the dust hanging up from the ceiling.

Few hours could past by at the morning as the Estonian continues to clean the room...

//Eduard Von Bock//

(Sorry for the late reply... I was out today, and a few unnecessary things popped up. The reply is short, but I'm going to be doing a time skip just to get things going if that's alright...)

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Only several hours later, the Dining Hall was cleaned, and aromas of prepared Russian foods wafted through the area; both smelling spicy and savory as the smells of different foods merged pleasantly together. The food was prepared and ready in the kitchen, and things were running quite smoothly so far; Ivan as well as anyone whom might be helping bustled about, tending to the minor details until even a neat freak would be pleased.

The rooms where people would be in were surprisingly bright and warm -- a nice contrast to the usual setting of the Soviet Mansion. There was hardly a cloud in the sky, and only a small layer of snow covered the icy ground like a smooth, white blanket.

Everything was well and in order, ready for the Nations and their states who were going to be attending the Second World Meeting

The blonde was too distracted to hear her father's voice calling for her and her brothers. The food had to be ready as soon as possible... and it was quite a lot to prepare. Her aunt, Ivana, was nowhere to be seen and neither was Belarus or Ukraine. "I t'ought d'ey would help me! Where is everybody?", she whined, mainly talking to herself. "Salt... salt!", she said under her breath, running around in the kitchen in search for the salt. Dominika opened every single cabinet in the room, but the salt was nowhere to be found.. "Where is it?!", she whimpered. All of that stress was making her dizzy, but it all turned out well in the end. The food was ready and delicious as always.

The door of the kitchen opened revealing a tired Russian teenager. Her hair was messy, her scarf hung loosely around her neck and her clothes had stains all over them. "All... done", she said panting.

" ... I must be crazy..." the Italian complained while he was parked outside the Soviet Mansion with his red sports car. He covered his face with both of his hands and almost as whining. Peeked through his fingers seeing the Soviet Mansion, his body chilled and shivered just by watching at the house. He grabbed his scarf and put it around his neck then exited his car.

Before entering the house, he looked up at how dark, the house was. Like those houses residents in a horror movie. The Italians eyes were shaking, he didn't want to take another step. Both of his ally wasn't around or unable to attend two of them bosses even begged him to at least go to the meet so they know what would happen. He just wished the meeting wouldn't be like the last time... "Grr...!" The Italian growled but like him, it wasn't intimidating along with his growling, he as well clentched his fist. "I can't be scared for the rest of my life! And this time...! I dont want to sit anymore. I hate having a chair following me for almost a month!"

After a few minutes, he took a deep breath and hold onto the doorknob opening the house then entered. "C-Ciao!" As he entered the room, Italy's eyes widen seeing how the house was huge it almost overwhelmed him. "So, huge..."

[warning guys D: im pretty busy today, but i might be available to reply from 11:30-3:30 and after 8:30 today. im running tech down at Cincinnati's Broadway, the Aronoff. <3 wish me luck~ ily ;3]

The time for the meeting was fast approaching as the Transylvanian (in the form of a bat - naturally) made a swift and delicate landing outside the Soviet manor, instantly reverting to her humanoid form. She took notice of the red sports car outside to determine that the Italian had already arrived. She pulled her hooded red cloak around her thin frame and returned her gaze to the massive home before her. In some ways, it reminded her of the Gothic castle that she took residence in, but while her home gave off an aura of danger and horror, the Russian home seemed a bit...darker. She found that cruel aura a tad too unsettling for someone of her nature, especially considering how much it bothered her as she came closer to the entrance.

The last time she could remember being at the home of Russia and his companions, she was being held as a prisoner in war. Such a dreadful period of her life was hard to erase, nay impossible. A slight shiver ran down her spine as she reached out a pale hand to knock a few times on the door. There was absolutely no way she was going to barge into the Soviet manor unannounced. It was just too much of a risk.

*NOTE* Alright, I'm sorry, but some unnecessary crap happened and I'm going to be out MAYBE for most of the day. My absence might not be that long, bust just in case Ivan's not here for a bit of the day, the other Soviets know what has to be done. Here's an outline:

TOPICS OF MEETING: MAIN TOPICS: -Details of the Gakuen Prom [i.e. dates {optional}, music, tabs, date, etc.] -The new forum theme [Discuss plot, formatting of the forum tabs...thingy, characters, art, STATE YOUR OPINION: IT MATTERS!!!] MINOR YET STILL IMPORTANT TOPICS: -Future themes [Again, EVERYONE'S OPINION IS REQUESTED. This is YOUR forum experience too.] - Details on personal, 'regular' role-plays [i.e Underworld plans, Dis, any role-plays anyone wants to start / finish]

MEETING ITSELF: Guests may escorted to the Dining Hall when they come [that's up to the other Soviets at this point on where people will go once they get here... I'm not to picky about where they go unless they stay outta Russia's room {you never know what you might find in there.. xD}and are at the Hall when the food is served] When it comes to the food, I really didn't have anything set... just make up some food as you bring it out. Just make sure it's something people will be willing to eat [and something that's not poisoned...cough... Dominika. >.> Kidding love... kidding.]

Thanks, guys.. and sorry about the inconvenience.

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Durzhok, sadly, was the first to discover the appearance of the first guests. His head shot up from the Livingroom carpet where it lay, ears raised as he heard the motor of the red car come to a halt; this sound was... not familiar to him. The Brute gave a throaty growl as the doorknob rattled. Once that unfamiliar form of the Italian walked through, a loud bark and a big, snarling dog was the first to greet him. Durzhok's startling bark sent Shalunya on her paws and bounding from the Hall, mingling her own barks with Durzhok's vicious racket.

Ivan had wandered to the kitchen to check on his daughter. He was a bit puzzled when neither of his sisters appeared.... The Russian approached Dominika with a smile and kissed the top of her head.

"Smells wonderful as alway--" The sudden ruckus of barking caught Ivan's attention. "Der'mo..." He cursed under his breath, rushing toward the watchful dogs. Ivan grabbed hold of both their leather collars and yanked them back.

"Heh... S-Sorry... Durzhok, Shalunya.. Nyet!" Ivan gave a sheepish grin as he apologized, yet he didn't seem all that sorry at all.... but hey, who can ever tell what the Russian was really thinking in the first place? Once another yank and the sharp order was delivered, both Russian mountain shepherds silenced.

"Viktor...! Or Vladimir!" He called out over his shoulder. "Someone take d'ese two and lock d'em in my room for now!"

Once the dogs were brought away, Ivan turned toward Feliciano, flashing him one of his cheery smiles. Surprisingly, the manor was brighter than the dark looks of the outside.. yet there was still something... Off. Something that one could not just place a finger on.

"Privet, Italy!" Ivan greeted him formally by his country's name. "Seems like you are d'e first one he--"

Amethyst irises shifted up at a knock of the door.

"Hmn... a'I suppose a'I spoke too soon." He said cheerily, walking over to the door and opening it.

"Ah, Hullo Viorica. Welcome back, my dear~!"

"Welcome back..." It was hard to tell exactly what he meant by those words... but they wern't mocking in any way. In fact, Ivan seemed cheerier than usual as he stepped aside and allowed the guests to come in.

(lol sorry for replying or even coming on late ^^" I totally forgot that there was a meeting today. too much school ; A ; anyways i'm also if i can't type ascents right or anything please pardon me ; A ;.)

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Just up the road from the Soviet Mansion, a taxi cab was coming up the road, containing the young state sitting in the back seat...sleeping. She had just arrived in Russia and had come off the plane from the airport a few minutes ago. She wasn't able to get her rest on the plane due to the paperwork she needed to do on the plane for her boss. Just as the cab was getting closer to the mansion the driver tapped on the back seat window.

"Lady were're here."

The young teen awoke from the cab driver's notice as she soon saw the mansion up ahead. Her eyes widened from seeing as that the masion was so beautiful but on a bigger note, HUGE!

"Uwah~ Amazing" she said as she stared in awe.

As the cab pulled up in front, the young state pulled her jacket on with her scarf around her neck. She paid the man his money before leaving, as she exited the cab. The young state looked up at the entrance and saw how big the entrance was aswell. She continued to stare in awe, until a chilly breeze of wind blew by. She then decided to enter the mansion, for she didn't want to be late for the meeting. Opening the door just enough to peek in she gave a little greeting before entering.
"A-Aloha?...Wow"

Just when she looked around she saw how beautiful the mansion was inside. It trully was a amazing to her eyes.

Soon after the Hawaiian's arrival, a crimson red car pulled up to the Soviet Manor, parking neatly on the side. Shutting the engine off, the Frenchman stepped out, brushing the hair out of his icy blue eyes and closing the door to the car; in one hand, he carried a bouquet of roses mingled with a few sunflowers-might as well be friendly while he was here. The stubborn, stressful drive all the way here, the Frenchman hoped, would be worth it.

The new meeting would hopefully make some kind of progress. Francis straightened up, adjusting a scarf around his neck; the chill in the air didn't help, adding the rather dark look of the Soviet Manor ahead. For a split second, the Frenchman hesitated, then sighed and shrugged, striding casually over to the front door, entering after the Hawaiian. "Bounjour." Once in, Francis couldn't help but be rather surprised at how large the inside of the manor was; he couldn't begin to imagine how many Soviets could fit in this place.

From the Baltic room, Estonia exited fixing his tie and adjusting his daily Baltic/Soviet Uniform. That blue military suit he always wear with a red necktie and boots were always over his pants. He heard few people were starting to come into the mansion, being greeted and all even the dogs were greeting them.... But it wasn't in a good way rather in a territorial way. He moved himself and walked towards the guest and see the dogs were being pulled away from them. He smiled seeing a few couple of country. Too bad he never seen them at the first meeting for so he was too busy to attend. However, that day from the Beach outing? He was able to recognized few people.

"Let me handle this, Mr. Russia..!" Estonia butted in trying to help his boss. Chuckling as he watched the Russian headed over somewhere then he looked at the recent guest. "Well... Welcome to the Soviet Mansion! I-Its not really creepy as you think it is! Let me show you the Dinning Hall and the meeting will get started! We also have foods so you can just make yourself feel at home" ... "But Please, respect Mr. Russia's habitat.." the Baltic whispered cautiously. He smiled once again and give the guest's a firm handshake to the Italian, Transylvanian, Hawaiian, Andorran, the Aztec, and to the French. As he shook them hands he asked a question to the Hawaiian and Transylvanian. "Ayaka... Your father, is he coming?" He sent a sweet smile towards the young vampire. "Ms. Dumitru... Pleasure to meet you again." He smiled once again. "Please Follow me" Von Bock smiled and escorted the group of guest into the Dining hall. A huge room that has huge table and seats that every country could sit on.

He approached the Andorran and the Aztec. "Hello. Pleasure to meet you. Mr. Russia did requested that you can bring food." He smiled. "Let me refrigerate them" the Estonian gladly offered. As he waited for her response, he positioned himself in front of everyone and raised his voice up just a big..

"EVERYONE! Please rest assured and make yourself feel comfortable! We're going to wait for a few more countries and the meeting will start!"

Dominika shut her eyes, enjoying the affectionate kiss from her father. Her eyes flew open upon hearing the dogs barking and the voices of the Italian and Transylvanian. D-D'ey're already here and A'I'm not ready to greet d'em! Dominika was a mess... she hid behind the kitchen wall and waited for the countries to be escorted to the dining hall. No one had to see her looking like that! It would be embarrassing! Her fists clenched at her sides upon hearing more guests coming in. Fortunately, the Estonian saved her by escorting them. Phew.., she heaved a sigh and turned on her heels to face the door. She stuck her head out and looked from side to side to check if she was all alone. "Coast is clear..."

She took a small step outside the kitchen and continued at the same pace, stepping as quietly as she could. There was no turning back. It was now or never! Dominika ran upstairs and into the bathroom without bothering to carry a towel with her or spare clothes. She locked herself in and proceeded to shower.

A while later, she walked downstairs wearing the trademark scarf, a simple beige shirt tucked in a knee-high brown skirt and elegant dark red shoes. "Privet, everyone. E't's a pleasure to meet you all! Let's all get along and have a good time tonight, da?", she cheered, smiling brightly.

Both the Andorrian and the Aztec were greeted by the Estonian and was offered to have their food refrigerated. They kindly accepted and walked in the Dining Hall with the rest of the group. Yuu was surprised to see that the hall was bigger than she expected and was awed by room. Amaya saw no reason to complain, she knew that the manor was wonderful indeed, which kinda gave it it's dark appearance.

Wow! This place is amazing! I've never expected this place to be so big. I feels like I'm in a castle just standing in here. I wonder how big this place actually is.

Now, now Yuu. I must say that this place is rather fascinating. I would also like to know more of this place, but we were told to stay in the Dining Hall and wait for the other guests to arrive.

Oh, come on Amaya. Don't be like that. It wouldn't hurt to try looking around right? We might get in trouble yeah, but were guests so there's nothing bad about that, is there?

I don't agree with you on that. Unlike you, I respect those who invite me to their homes. Further more, I doubt that our host would want us to go snooping around his manor. -hits Yuu on the head-

-is hit on the head- Hey! What was that for Amaya!

That was for misbehaving and trying to do something you weren't suppose to do. Respect the place that you are in. Never go on and do what ever pleases you to your hearts content. That's considered rude.

Yeah, yeah. Your not my mother, I don't need to hear any lectures from an old hag like you. Especially those who don't have a sense of fashion.

-gets mad, but decides not to do anything and just keep her composure- I'll have you know that with time one learns more. Your just an immature child who would rather go by and do anything and be lazy.

As the two keep on arguing, they noticed the presence of someone. That presence belong to the Dominika, Russia's daughter and both of them stop arguing and welcomed the young lady with a bow. Just by looking at her one could tell of her beauty and how prior to the guests arrival, Amaya noticed that was tired from something and just brushed it off as she made her way into the hall.

Just as she entered, the young state saw that the Transylvanian, Russian and Italian were inside. She smiled as she spotted them.

"Feliciano, Ayaka, it is nice to see you both again as well~"

The young state gave a little nod of her head in reply to her dear Transylvanian and Italian friend.

"Yes it sure is a pleasure to see you two again. It really has been a while."

The young state then looked towards the Russian host with her gentle smile as she.

"Hehe and Mahalo to you Mr. Braginski, for allowing me to come to your humble mansion sir.

Soon after her arrival she noticed the door open again to the French man, Francis, the Andorrian, Yuu , and the Aztec, Amaya. She smiled to see new faces that she had never seen before and on that she hadn't seen in a while. She gave them a gentle smile and with a small bow. Soon, another friend of her's appeared , the Estonian, Eduard. Seeing him gave her more joy as she saw him greet the guest with such enthusiasm. After coming down the line of guests with his handshakes, he came to greet the young state and the Transylvanian with a one as well but asked us a question or two.

"Ayaka... Your father, is he coming?"

"I'm sorry to say, but I'm not quite sure if he is coming. I haven't talked to him in quite some time. But hopefully, if he is coming, I...just hope he won't make a scene with Mr. Braginski." she answered with a slightly worried tone.

Soon the guests were escorted further into the mansion to the Dining Hall where the meeting was to be held. As they entered, the young state was even more amazed by how huge the hall was and how lovely the big chandelier was as it hung from above. She stared in awe at her surroundings as she was seated at the table.

"Amazing...the beauty of this Mansion really does take my breath away" she said as she looked around from her chair.

Soon after the guests were seated, Dominika Braginski, Mr. Braginski's daughter, entered the dining hall in her proper and pretty outfit. The young state smiled and gave her a small bow of her head from her arrival.

The Russian boy sat quietly in his room. His eyes were closed and his mind was at peace as he listened to a Russian lullaby. Softly, the voices of angel's hummed within his ears; they were in perfect harmony. He could have sworn he felt himself sway to the sound. He needed something to keep him calm. His father had chosen to host a world meeting in his home. Viktor could not have argued, but could only nod and disappear to his room. It wasn't his place to speak out against his father's ideas or words.

As he listened to the lullaby, he wondered if he could just drift to sleep and not be bothered to host the other countries entering the Russians' manor. He began to consider it, his body beginning to lean to the right until his lanky form found the comfort of his bed. However, just as his head settled on his pillow, he heard his father's voice over the top of his music. His eyes flashed open, amethyst gaze piercing the darkness of his room. There was still sunlight outside, but his curtains were drawn and he had no lights on. One might think it creepy, for someone like Viktor to be lying in the dark, but he truly wanted nothing to do with this meeting.

He hesitantly reached for the earphones, the lullaby urging him to stay where he was. Nestled in his bed, closed off from the world, sleeping to only the sound of angels...it was something Viktor rarely was able to do. For he was usually experimenting, outside, or doing things for his family. With a blank expression, he suddenly ripped the earphones out of his ears. Slowly, he rose to be sitting, staring blankly at his wall.

Move, he told himself. Do as your father wishes.

The Russian reluctantly stood, shut his music off, and left his room. He took slow steps toward the railing of the stairs, glancing over to see guests were already arriving. He tilted his head, studying them. He had seen most of them before, but every single time he saw them, there seemed to be a new detail added to their appeal. His eyes fell on the Frenchmen and he nearly scoffed at the idea of roses blended with sunflowers.

As if knowing Ivan had called to his sons to lock them away, the two Russian dogs had climbed their way back upstairs and found either side of Viktor. Without looking at them, Viktor's hands found the top of their heads and he stroked either one of them in a gentle greeting. Durzhok nuzzled his hand while Shalunya turned her head and licked his finger. "a'I really do not want to do d'is..." He told them in a flat tone. Durzhok pushed against his leg. If the Russian children were as strong as they were, Viktor might have lost balance and fallen over.

"Come..." He told the dogs, turning on his heel and moving down the hall to his father's room. As told, he locked the dogs in Ivan's room. He proceeded to turn back and found the stairs, fingers curling around the railing so tight that he might dent the metal. "Don't. Want." He thought to himself, amethyst eyes flashing at the sight of even more guests appearing.

Just moments before Dominika would be dashing up the stairs, Viktor would find himself finally on the second floor and hiding away in another part of the house. He paced one of the rooms, trying to decide how he should act. What should he say? What should he do? Would he even have to speak?

It wouldn't matter. Viktor would always be Viktor.

If someone decided to speak to him, he would most likely just stare at them, compliment them, and discard the conversation they would try to hold with him.

Taking a shaky breath with his teeth gritted, he turned out of the room he was standing in and nearly collided chest-to-chest with his father. "Wǒ de tiān ā!" He gasped quietly, cursing at himself mentally for speaking Chinese. How embarrassing!

"a'I mean..." He mumbled. He just stared blankly at his father, too embarrassed to even try to correct his words, but also too upset about this meeting to apologize for nearly bumping into him. "a'I was just heading to d'e...dining room." He said in his usual flat tone, before stepping around his father and heading that way.

"WHAAA-!" Italy immediately grabbed his white flag and waved it while the dogs continued to growl at him. "PLEASE-IM-VERY-SORRY-I-SHOULD-GET-GOING-NOW! ... Huh?" Italy stood there and watched the dogs being pulled away from their master. Italy slowly calmed down.

Despite the dark place and the place he never wished to go into. He smiled as he was being greeted happily by the Estonian who is seemed to be glad working in the place, getting the meeting in order and organized. Feliciano shook his hand with the Estonian with a smile. "Oh! I really thought scary Russia will greet me, I'm so very glad its you who greeted me!" the Italian of course replied with one of his natural cheery smiles. Despite the place terrifying for him and all... It wasn't all that bad, such a scary place filled with people who is gladly to work him, set the Estonian for example.

After the introductions the Italian ironically followed the Estonian with the group towards the Dining Hall. "Wahhh-Wow!" the Italian said so as he was so fascinated with the room. Judging from the outside, the mansion seems like a Haunted Mansion but this room, seemed to be like a high class room were royalty would come and sit for a diner. All the fright and fear he felt from outside to the entrance seemed to have disappeared. He now began treating this room as a conference room, like he was in the First Meeting. In this house, maybe nothing could go wrong?

As he was escorted to sit down, he grabbed one of the chairs and calmly placed himself down. He slouched his chest on the table and started tapping his finger tips against it. "Darn... I forgot pasta." the Italian somehow instead of roaming around in every country greeting them, he seems like... well behave. Probably maybe because he is in a Russian's territory. A territory he wouldn't even dare to cross nor mention.


Suddenly a light tone and a buzz coming from the Hawaiian's pocket. Looks like her phone is ringing upon receiving a voice mail message.

-A Voice Mail Message From Texas, Jack F. Jones-

"Yo, Ayaka! I just recently heard that yer going to that communist house. Whatcha tik ya doin' gal?! Alrighty, then. Um not sure if pops is coming, nor any other of our sibs 're. Ah was just 'bout to take tell ya that since ya in there. Am just warnin' ya. Communist are fat, racist, bee-yastards! Take that cold fat-o Russian as an example! Take care of yerself! Ah don't want mah sibs comin' back home 'er thinkin' she's sumthin' like those fat bee-yastards! Come home safe 'n don't yer forge-et that yer are representin' ah country! With Lee-ov, Jack F. Jones, yer brother Texas, see ya later, cowgirl!"

The quiet clicking of the front door went unnoticed under all the sounds and distractions of the interior of the mansion.

"a'I am back...." An ever-so-familiar voice rose above the chattering of the area of the Dining hall. At first, the voice seemed to come out of nowhere, yet only a few seconds later, the sound of Winter boots clapping quietly against tils flooring suggested their appearance before the large form of Russia appeared through the doorway. The Soviet seemed somewhat tired, yet that cheery spark in his eye still remained undying as he strode in and stood behind the chair at the head of the table..

"Alright, everyone~" Ivan's voice rang out. It was... quite odd. The Russian's tone still had the same casual ring to it, yet it was interlaced with some strange authority.... it wasn't exactly intimidating, but it was still.... enough to grab people's attention. After all... this was his house. Russia didn't exactly enjoy it when things get out of hand under his roof.

"a'I t'ink et's time we should get started. We are a leetle bit behind schedual, and we have much to discuss. Please take your seats, and we will get started, da?"

Francis made his way along the group to the Dining Hall, pausing at the small beep of his phone, signalling Antonio's text. Hearing the Russia's words above the chattering nations, had it been any other place, Francis most likely would have left. Not that he had anything against the Russian, but just like anyone, the Frenchman was indeed a bit intimidated by the all-too cheery nation, and the tone of authority in the Russian's voice added to that. Sitting among the others, the Frenchman flipped out his phone, sending a quick text back to the Spaniard.

'Oui. Where are you? If you're already in the manor, turn down one of the hallways until you hear Ivan; the dining hall isn't far from the entrance. Ivan's speaking already, hurry. ~Francis '

The Frenchman replied in the text, sending it then putting his phone on vibrate and slipping it back in his pocket, reverting his attention to the speaking Russian.

Better late than never, I guess.
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Someone had left footprints on the snow outside- many footprints actually. There were a few trails of them just outside the Russian's home, adding a new one to it as Manuel walked towards the place. Right away he could tell that very few lived here, even for such a big house. It was almost as if you could feel the lonely presence of it.

Russia was nothing like his country, it was too cold here to even consider it for a moment. Mexico had to take a thick coat along with him, he was not accustomed to such freezing temperatures. All that he knew at home was extremely warm weather, almost the opposite of this country. But why complain? It had been a quiet ride on a plane to Russia, and now that he was here, he could say something to someone, anyone.

Manuel took carefully steps inside the house, looking around for anyone to be there. But no one, unfortunately, was around. The place was huge, no doubt anyone could get lost in such a place. And it seemed his opinion was right.

"Screw this I need help!"

Manuel instantly heard his, perking his head to the direction the voice came from. It was a bit muffled, yet still audible. In another room, maybe? He took quiet steps towards the voice; it felt like something would pop up if he wasn't careful enough.

He slowly opened one more door, this one much smaller than the other. As he peered inside, he saw no one but Spain. The Spaniard seemed lost, and frustrated. Mexico rolled his eyes, oddly disappointed of the other. He swung the door open, and strangely it made no creaking noise. He sighed and tapped Spain on the shoulder.

"Are you kidding me with this? If you are lost España, you do not sit there. He was slightly irritated,but that had grown as a habit around Spain. He tugged on Antonio's sleeve, motioning for him to follow.

"We will just find the place together, there cannot possibly be so many rooms that we will not be able to." Manuel patted him on the back, not very affectionately, leading him out of the room. They both walked down a hallway, where muffled voices were getting clearer. He stood in front of one door, leaning his head against it and hearing others. "They must be in here."

He shrugged to the nation behind him, opening the door as he did so. The other nations were there alright, and the meeting was already starting. His eyes quickly traced the somewhat large room, the first ones he instantly recognized were Aztec and Italy. Wait...Aztec? She rarely came to these things, but Manuel was simply happy she was there. He carefully shut the door behind them, once again moving quietly towards the others.

He sat near the Aztecan, smiling warmly at her. He quickly hugged her then sat back down. "Buenas dias, madre." And it was one now, he hadn't seen his mother for quite some time. He waited for the Russian to begin, they were all determined to get something done this time.