How long had it been since she’d seen the nations standing around the room? Since she’d heard their voices, or spent anything more than five minutes with them? Swallowing the lump that was building in her throat, she realized that she couldn’t remember, and that thought terrified her more than anything else could have in that exact moment.
Their war ravaged bodies and down turned expressions did nothing to ease her discomfort and she shifted in the ridiculously over embellished french dress she’d been directed to wear. The black fabric hung off of her frame despite it being the closest thing they had to her size, and it only really cinched in around her waist before flowing all the way to the floor. Sparkling gems caught the eye and were meant to distract from the sickly pale tone of her skin; a well thought out plan by those who had chosen it, no doubt.
Reaching a hand up from her lap she moved to brush her hair out of her face, only to remember after miming the action that it had all been pinned up earlier. A (useless) sheer black ribbon was what she ended up brushing against, and she moved her other hand so she could adjust it back into it’s place amongst her curls. 'The tension in here could be cut with a knife,’ she murmured to herself as she stood up from her seat to grab a drink and place herself where she could (hopefully) be looked over.
After all, the only reason she’d been dragged along was to show that they were ‘whole nation’ and not a ‘nation divided’. They were divided. Her presence there was a lie, but one she knew better than to contradict out loud.