Solving of the Countries (Book 2)

Chapter 107

"The other Organizations don't like how we're taking a... 'considerable amount of time' to get answers."

UNESCO's announcement was greeted by a discomforting silence.

"I'd like to see them running on 5 cups of coffee a day," FBI grumbled, holding a thin stack of papers in one hand and scanning it with an attitude like it owed him answers. The other held his... 7th cup.

WHO raised a brow but didn't ask. She turned to UNESCO. "Did they propose anything?"
UNESCO hesitated, then looked at UN.
"I heard them suggesting sending WTO, SAARC and... G7."

WHO glanced at BRICS, who didn't react.

"Why those three?" EU muttered, crossing his arms and flopping upside down onto the nearby couch. "WTO has the personality of a clipboard while SAARC is sass incarnate. Not to mention that G7 can be a jerk sometimes." His wings twitched at the mention of them.

"It's only a suggestion," UNESCO said, quickly. "But I highly doubt it. They're having some troubles over there too."
"So they're annoyed we aren't getting the results they want," AU murmured.

"They don't get to have a say unless they get involved themselves," ASEAN snapped. "We have all been busy trying to keep the countries from skewering each other with conflicts and dealing with missing Nationals. Unless they have a better way of handling things, I say they keep their traps shut."

EU whistled. "Woah, you almost sound like UNICEF on a bad day."

ASEAN ignored him.

UN just smiled, "It will be great to have more help."

"Are you crazy?" EU asked, eyes wide. "It's probably gonna result in more conflicts. They might try getting us to do things we don't agree with!"

ASEAN sighed. "Listen, they can't exactly tell us what to do. If they do end up coming, let's just all act like the responsible adults we allegedly are."

"Or we can glue their wings together," EU offered, helpfully. No one laughed though the corner of WHO's lips twitched, almost into a smile.

"That's just about it for today," UN clapped his hands together. "We will meet again late afternoon."

After the Organizations left, EU stayed behind with UN.

"UN, have you sensed anything off with BRICS?" he stood next to him, side by side, arms crossed and expression uncharacteristically serious.

The taller Organization didn't speak for a while. Then, he sighed. "It's hard to tell with him."

EU shook his head. "There was an unfamiliar energy signature. It seemed... old. And corrupted." His wings twitched. "It wasn't BRICS'."

"First Russia, now BRICS," UN said, concerned. "Something wasn't right with Russia the last time I talked with him. There was this... some sort of hostile energy I couldn't trace." UN frowned, then turned to EU. "BRICS already has enough on his mind. If he finds out about this, he might think there's something wrong with him."

EU gave a laugh. "Isn't there something wrong with all of us?"

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"This cabinet feels cold."
Russia had noticed the slightly growing stack of assignments on his table. Left by who, he didn't know. All he knew was that they were his, as a note by the stacks had asserted. As of now, he was trying to find a pen to work with. He could've sworn he put them in one of the cabinets but he'd searched and was left with the bottom one.

The moment he opened it, a plume of frost greeted him. Stunned, he pulled the handle more, revealing a crystalline flower crown. Or, rather, a flower crown perfectly preserved within a thin ice casing. Russia held it as if it was a delicate thing, because, somewhere in the back of his mind, it was.