Russia stares forward before he jumps at a ringing from one of the phones. Virginia picks it up before handing it to Nebraska, saying something that's covered by the sounds of the sewing machines.
Nebraska wheels over to Russia, handing over the phone. She says something to him, but he can't hear it.
He takes the phone and brings it up to his face.
"Hello?"
"Hello," Soviet says, "a meeting is going on right now. You should be online."
"What's goin' on?" Dixie asks, looking up from the papers in his hands.
"We're supposed to be attending a meeting," Russia replies before returning his attention to the phone, "We will log in."
"Good," Soviet replies, "I will see you there." Then, he hangs up.
Russia drops the phone on the arm of the couch and Dixie shouts for a computer and for everyone to gather in the living room.
New York walks in, his hair ruffled.
'Was he sleeping?'
Dixie reaches forward before New Jersey pushes him back.
"No, we'll get you logged in."
Dixie huffs but falls back.
"What is going on?" Egypt asks.
"We have a meeting to attend," Russia replies, taking the laptop and holding it in his lap.
"I've got a table!" Ohio shouts.
Russia turns to see Ohio holding a solid wood end table over his head, walking into the room. Delaware is helping America to the couch, and America is put down next to Russia. America takes the computer from Russia's hands and begins typing, logging into the meeting room.
'I hope I don't hear any comments about being late.'
"Move!" Ohio shouts as California shuffles around him, pushing people out of the way.
"Get off of me."
"Then move yourself!"
Ohio sets it down in front of the couch before taking a step back. "That should work as a desk thing," he says, hands on his hips.
"Thank you, Ohio," America says, not looking up from the computer.
Mexico sits down beside Dixie and Phillippines sits on the floor beside the table. Egypt and Nigeria stand beside the couch and Finland sits on the arm. Canada sits beside America, fidgeting with his hands. Ukraine leans in, flicking Russia's head.
"Shut off the sewing machines," America demands, "We need to be able to hear the meeting."
Suddenly, all the room's ambient noise fades, and Russia can hear the computer's loading noise.
"Come on, you stupid thing," America says to the computer, tapping the table aggressively.
"America," Russia mumbles.
America grumbles something back, but it falls below the ringing in his ears.
Then, the screen is filled with video call boxes. Russia takes a quick look over them, and it's not long before the computer explodes with noise.
"Finland?" Sweden asks, "Finland!"
"What happened to your arm?" Norway asks, with horror in his tone.
Russia sees his father sigh with relief. He looks to the other screens and sees England with Wales, Scotland, and both Irelands, but not UK.
'Where is he?'
Russia can't pretend that he misses UK's chatter or comments, but the question sticks in his mind. Especially paired with England's fidgeting. Soon, England is the only one left on his square of the screen, raising his hand with an open mouth, but is talked over by the others.
Russia swaps his attention to his father, only to see a flash of light purple from behind a partially open door. Soviet sighs and Russia catches a glimpse of Kazakhstan running past the doorway.
Memories of Kazakhstan chasing Russia after he would use his magic fill his mind, and he looks to the side to see America also staring at Soviet's screen, a question on his face. Then, Ukraine prods Russia's shoulder.
Russia meets his gaze and can see the question in his eyes of "Did you see that too?" He nods, and Ukraine seems to hum before looking back at the screen.
UN begins talking, and Russia can't force himself to listen.
Then, Ukraine shoves his shoulder, and he looks up with a frown when he sees Ukraine gesturing to the screen. Russia finds his father's screen only to see another flash of purple and his father getting up.
"Soviet Union!" UN scolds, "this is important."
Soviet glares at the screen, and Russia sees his brother look away while avoiding the screen himself.
'I wonder if UN will light on fire.'
'I hope so. Maybe it will end the meeting early.'
Soviet leaves the room, closing the door behind him, and Russia mentally notes that it's muted. The room remains empty for a moment before Belarus walks in, shutting the door behind her. She unmutes her microphone.
"What was that?" UN demands.
"Nothing you need to worry about," Belarus replies bluntly.
"Why did your father need to leave?"
Russia flinches, and everyone goes quiet, staring into their screens.
"My father had something he needed to deal with," Belarus replies, her tone unchanging.
Russia whips around to stare at an equally startled Ukraine.
'Since when did she call him her father?'
UN stares unabashedly for a moment before shaking his head.
"What did he have to deal with?" UN pushes.
"Nothing you have to think about," Belarus replies, her gaze morphing into a glare, her arms crossed across her chest.
'She learns that from our father,' Russia thinks, avoiding looking at the screen.
"Uhm," England says, "I have an announcement."
Russia's attention returns to the meeting, curious.
'Does this involve UK?'
"And what would that be?" UN replies, trying to shake away a scowl.
"UK is missing."
"Really?" America asks, his tone sharp.
"He went outside earlier to get away from Ireland," England explains, "and we can't find him."
"Great!" America exclaims, a forced smile on his face as he throws his hands in the air, "now he's gonna be our problem. Hooray."
"America," UN calls.
"What?"
"Why are you being so disrespectful?"
"Why not? UK gets away with it," America bites, "besides, this makes him our problem now."
"What are you talking about? No one should be trying to retrieve countries."
"Oh shut up," America snaps, "what's your plan then? What are you going to do then? Just abandon people?"
"Amy, you gotta calm down," Dixie says, reaching out.
"That reminds me," UN says swiftly, "Who are you?"
"Me?" Dixie asks, his eyes wide.
"Yes, you're a personification, but you aren't a state. Who are you?"
Dixie reaches over and wordlessly exits the meeting.
"You know he's gonna ask again, right?" America asks.
"Yeah, I know, but I ain't answering him right now."
Russia sighs.
"Did anyone mention that we're going home?" Egypt asks.
'Oops.'