* ੈ✩‧₊˚* 2P! Hetalia ( 22 )

The conference room was already tense before you arrived. Allen (America) was smirking while eating burgers, Oliver (England) and François (France) were arguing like two couples, Lutz (Germany) sat perfectly straight, silent but visibly impatient. Kuro (Japan) watched everything without blinking too often, like he was recording every detail. Luciano (Italy) lounged back, humming softly as if the atmosphere was entertainment.Wang Zao (China) tapped his fingers against the table, calm—but heavy with quiet judgment. James Matthieu (Canada) stayed near the edge of the table, barely speaking, but clearly aware of everything. No one argued yet. That was the most unsettling part. Then the door opened. All conversation stopped. You stepped in, another 2P nation. Luciano smirked. “Took you long enough.”

Lut’z eyes narrowed. “Late.”

Kuro tilted his head slightly. “You’re finally here.”

Wang Zao studied you for a moment. “Good. Now we can begin.”

James Matthieu spoke last, quietly. “…Everyone’s present.”