Alin Vladimirescu and her twin brother, Alexandru, made up the country Romania. Alin being the actual state of Romania and her brother, Transylvania. The two of them were always together and made quite the odd duo, still clinging to the old ways of the Roma and having the one of the largest expanses of unspoiled landscape. The two were slightly old-fashioned and tended to dress like vampires... for tourists, of course.

Alin, cradling the sleeping Luminita, and Alexandru entered the UN building intheir usual stoic fashion. The two were eerily similar in their looks, manner, and speech. In fact, if it were not for the difference in voice and dress the two would not be distinguishable at all, though it was through no effort on their part.

"Brother," Alin begain, her voice monotone and a sonorous alto, "Who do you suppose we shall be forced to sit by this time?"

"I know not sister," Alexandru replied in his deep, and equally as pleasing, bass, indentically monotone, "I do hope that we will not be seated next to that abominable Hungry. Germany would be a much better alternative, he did create a path for us toexpand to our former glory after all."

"Yes," his twin said after a moment or two of deliberation, "I do hope we are placed next to him instead of that vulgar Hungary or her equally as repulsive 'friend' Austria." They remembered the Austria-Hungary attacks on their beautiful nation in WWI, how could they not?

Darika Nhoung walked nervously as she walked in to the U.N. building, she after all represented the country of Cambodia.

She muttered some unintelligible words as she got hurt. Too many land mines were in her country, maiming many of her people. People from different countries were helping her people get artificial limbs for their bodies. It was helpful ,but she felt she was taking advantage of their goodwill. She hoped she could repay them some way. She sighed hearing the noise in the meeting room. She hoped she wouldn't be sitting next to Thailand.Things were tensing up between them.

She stopped at the door, hesitating if she should go to it. She was about to leave till she heard a familiar voice. She opened the door and she slammed it lightly with a murderous intent in her eyes. 'Where is that French frog?' she thought, still mad at him for giving her land to Vietnam. That was the reason for the Cambodian-Vietnamese War. She hated France with a passion and wanted to beat him with her axe. But obviously she had to remain civil and if her boss found out she would be in so much trouble. She didn't see him and calmed down after seeing her best friend, China. She smiled cheerfully and walked to a seat near him. She sighed, glad for him being there. She fiddled with her skirt and looked around the room nervously. She thought to herself, 'I will not do anything bad. I will not do anything bad. I will not do anything bad.' she chanted in her mind as she hoped France wouldn't be here. She looked down at her lap and gave a silent sigh. 'I see that I'm doing a lot of sighing today.' she thought with a small smile. She started to day dream and got disinterested with everything that was going on. She hummed a tune and started to doze off.