'Oh, how silly they are... Can't they see?'` Russia pondered. The meeting room was loud and boisterous, lots of shouting and movement. Everyone was either arguing or doing nothing and staying silent. America was yelling at England, his face furious than ever. His hands shot up in the air, his voice louder than usual. England stood there and, defending what seemed like his life, and argued in a more calmly matter.
'So oblivious and young my American friend. Can't you SEE?' Russia giggled quietly, thinking about how strange the western countries were. France stood behind England, looking very nervous, shaking slightly. Russia rested his head in his hand sighed, gazing at America intently.
'My dear, dear, America. The truth is there, I can see it. Must I tell you? Must I read it to you? My love, may a poem suffice..?' Russia thought sweetly, humming Korobeiniki.