Tolys fumbled with his paper work for the umpteenth time, making irritable noises under his breath before managing to corral the rogue pages into a semi-cohesive stack. World crises or not, paperwork continued to frustrate him. 'But at least it's done,' the Lithuanian thought, which, in itself, was a miracle.
Tolys eventually found his seat, taking to it with a distinctly relieved sigh, setting the papers on the desk before him and taking the chance to look about the room. So many different faces were floating about, some vaguely familiar and other's completely outlandish. Lithuania spotted the younger Russia he had ran into earlier talking to America, and immediately shrank a bit, trying not to attract her attention. 'As if it wasn't bad enough trying to avoid one Russia every meeting;'