🇺🇳||UN||🇺🇳

So many meetings, so many treaties, so many words repeated over and over in that immense room… And yet, so few results. The conference room was packed, as always. Overlapping voices, heated discussions, arguments clashing with each other without reaching any conclusion. The constant murmur had transformed into an almost deafening noise, like a swarm impossible to control. The UN remained in its seat, right in the center, like the axis of all that chaos.

Her elbows rested on the table, her hands clasped in front of her face, barely supporting the weight of her own patience. Her gaze swept the room with restrained weariness, following each argument unfolding simultaneously. To her right, Russia and the USA argued as usual, their voices rising above the rest, heavy with political tension and pride. Further on, several Latin American countries debated economics, figures, crises that seemed endless. And in the background… the countries at war. Always the same tones, always the same need to be right.

The UN closed his eyes for a second. As if that brief instant could give him a respite, because, for a moment, he truly wanted to get up, leave the room. To wander aimlessly until the noise faded, but he couldn't, it wasn't an option; he was the United Nations. And he… he had to uphold that. He let out a slow sigh before straightening slightly in his seat. His expression returned to that perfectly constructed diplomatic calm, like a mask that should never fall.

"Gentlemen, please... let's maintain order here."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was firm. It had that tone that sought to command respect without needing to shout.

"We can't think calmly with this scandal going on."

Some voices lowered, others not so much. But the UN maintained his stance, he always did. His fingers tensed slightly, a minimal gesture that no one seemed to notice.