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Selma grit her teeth as she drummed her fingers impatiently on the surface of the polished wood table as the other nations bickered. It was bad enough she actually decided to be on time and behave herself this meeting, but it was the same as usual. How foolish she had been to think it would be any different than normal.
Once the grueling meeting finally ended, she glanced around until her eyes settled on the rather silent Canadian making his way out of the room. How had this man managed to keep such a stoic expression throughout the yelling and discussion? It was almost admirable.
Selma smirked. well, there was one fun--at least in her opinion--way to lighten her mood up after a meeting. Even if it could potentially end badly in this case. Well, who knew, it might even be worth it. She stood up and sauntered over to him, clapping her hand on his shoulder and laughing, “Another pointless meeting badly as usual, eh, Kanada?”
