It was a typical day inside a UN Office building. Inside the lounge, various nations went about their day. As they bantered, the room went a bit silent as someone entered the room. Israel walked in, a large scar adorned her face, yawning loudly and being immediately eyed on by a few nations. She did a smug look and even waved at countries that she knew hated her. Israel continued to walk in, ignoring the gossip and dreary atmosphere in the room when she entered.

"Hehehe... Sababush"

Israel mumbled to herself while smirking at some nations glaring at her. Soon the room returned to its normal atmosphere, just with a small bitter feeling to some. Israel wandered near a couch around the corner of the UN lounge, resting on it and leaning back with a sigh. She took out her water bottle and drank from it, still having that cold smirk on her face.