Russia walked into the conference room overly happy. "I wrote a poem. You would like to hear it, da?" he said looking around the room. Everyone nodded either out of fear or curiosity, "It goes 'Roses are red, violets are blue. In Soviet Russia poems write you.'"
Everyone turned to look at him. after staring at him for a solid twenty minutes he asked, "You liked it,da?" The whole group sweat-dropped.
He then turned to the frightened Baltics (the only people still standing), "Do you think they liked it?" The three nodded thier heads rappidly. Russia left soon after and the other Nations stood to finish the meetings. "Well that was weird!" England exclaimed. America then walked in and replied, "No. I'm pretty sure that was just Russia." Everyone proceeded to sweat-drop...Again.
This was written at 10:30 at night so don't blame if it's bad. the credit for this goes to my awesome friend Bekka who told me the line "Rose'are red, violets are blue. In Soviet Russia poems write you."