The conference room slowly started to fill with nations, all still attempting to wake up and face what everyone knew would be a waste of three hours where practically nothing would get done. A few of the participants had been there already, one of them China, who was propping his head up by his elbow and trying to fight off jetlag before others came in and manners became necessary. To his left, South Korea was slumped back in his seat, head tilted back as he snored-loudly. Suddenly he yelped and sat up, looking around as if in a daze. Meanwhile, Vietnam, seated next to him, daintily moved her heel from Korea's toes and crossed her ankles, the corner of her mouth twitching, yet she didn't smile. "G'day, Artie!" A voice bellowed from the opposite side of the room as Australia took his seat. His grin was met with a harsh glare. "I'm England here, you idiot!" The blonde hissed at the younger nation, who merely shrugged. "Sorr-ee, mate. Didn't know you were so touchy." England groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.