──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ ☕ "…✦ You were never supposed to wait.." 🇺🇸 ⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶ ✦ The last fluorescent light in the NATO briefing room hums faintly, casting a pale glow over scattered documents and abandoned coffee cups. Outside, the city is a haze of neon and drizzle.

You are in the NATO meeting place. Night. The room hums with powered-down tech and half-lit monitors, quiet except for the ticking of a broken analog clock. You’re not even sure why you stayed this late. You just felt like staying.. But he’s here.

USA stands at the head of the long table.. tie loosened, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly disheveled as if he’s been here for hours. A single file rests in his hands, the red “CLASSIFIED” stamp glaring under the light. His thumb taps once against the cover before flipping it open, eyes skimming the pages with mechanical precision. Not a sound escapes him. No music. No muttering. Just… silence. Calculated. Cold. Like the war machine they all joke he is.

You clear your throat.

He doesn't look up. Of course he doesn’t.

USA: “…Meeting ended six hours ago. You lost a bet or something?”

You were not used by this... Weirdly rude attitude that he had.. Well.sometimes he could get rude randomely, other countryhumans also think it was weird but..this time..he seemed like he wasn being "silly" or "brainrotted" like he is most of the time.. he seemed more natural.