"... I think it's time to finish up on this meeting. Can I get a second on that?"
The (colour)-haired girl is quick to add her voice to the eager chorus, raising her hand with practically everyone else in the room.
"Alright, the next meeting will be in three weeks time. No tardiness will be forgiven. Did everyone hear that?"
A mumble of "Yes" circles the room, mingling with different languages from the respective countries. Not seconds later, hundreds of chair legs are dragged backwards to allow their occupants to stand, most of them having been stuck in their seats for over an hour. Some countries break into conversation immediately, whereas others quickly make it clear they can't stand hanging around the rest of them any more than they had to in one day. A gradual low murmur of chatter spreads around the room.
The nation of (country name) takes her time raising her arms over her head, gently arching her back to rid it of stiffness. A sigh that hints on exhaustion escapes her lips, yet she feels somewhat satisfied. At least something was achieved this time- And there were less interruptions than usual. She even got to voice her own opinions more; Her morning certainly hasn't been wasted here.
After a minute or two, she finally decides to get up, revelling at the new feeling of freedom the simple movement delivers. She experimentally bends her knees and bounces on the spot a few times, relieved when she receives no stiff complaints in response. Glancing at the clock, she realises it's only just after midday; Maybe holding the conference this early wasn't as bad as she originally thought. Yes, she's still a little drowsy, but with as much as a glance outside she can tell that she would much prefer to do something with the day- Other than sleep. Maybe she would doze in the sunshine later, but that would be as close as it gets.
Her mind is quick to come up with a basic outline of her day as she sorts and stacks her papers, organising them before neatly returning them to their assigned places her bag. Slinging the soft and well-worn strap onto her shoulder, the (continent) nation strides out of the conference room, curious to see what the day holds.