The First World Meeting - Host: Transylvania[CLOSED]

The hall leading to the Meeting Room seemed quiet with everyone safely arguing inside, as usual. But there was a faint thumping coming from another end and as whoever or whatever it was approached, the sound gradually got louder. When they rounded the corner, they skid for only a moment before catching their footing and heading straight down the long hall to the Meeting Room. The nation was panting, blond locks flopping all over the place as he made a desperate attempt to get to the room before-...oh, who was he kidding? He was late already.

Alfred F. Jones was always late.

Coming upon the door, he swung it open and presented himself to the room. Of course, his presentation was anything but grand, for he was leaning over with his hands on his knees and was panting heavily. He remained like that for a few seconds before lifting up and holding a single, gloved finger into the air. "Before...you make...a comment...Ivan," He started through his pants, casting his gaze over at the Russian. "I already...know...I am...late...without you...saying so." He finished. His hair was a mess, his tie was crooked, and his glasses were not tilted. Today was not his day.

Clearing his throat, he made his way to the seat near Arthur, knowing it was customary for them to sit next to one another or at least near the other. He plopped down and began patting his hair down, just knowing that one nuisance strand had already stood back up on its own. "Hello, everyone! What have we discussed so far?" He finally greeted the other nations with a warm smile.

Alfred sighed, having known this was going to happen. He was so used to the other nation's bickering at him for his lateness, that it was no surprise. Glancing over at Arthur, he fixed his glasses before saying, "I was helping someone...with something..." He wasn't quite sure if that sounded convincing, but he needed it to! He definitely needed it to, because his true reason was not acceptable for a strong nation like himself.

Turning to Ivana, he winced and seemed to shrink back in his chair as she showed him the time on her watch. "I-I wasn't skipping..." He told her in a soft tone. And that was definitely true. He had not meant to give the impression that he was skipping; however, what he had told Arthur for his excuse still remained untrue.

Alfred glanced away from Mexico a moment to look back at Arthur. He frowned as he now felt bad for lying to Arthur. He didn't necessarily like lying to him, but he also didn't like getting yelled at...or called a wanker. He knew that would be exactly what Arthur would do had the Brit known the truth, so it was best to just drop it.

The American's gaze shifted just in time for Mexico to appear beside him. He gave a friendly smile and with a chuckle, exclaimed "Yo, dude! I'm feeling great! How are you?"