Camping…
In which Russia and his underlings go out into the woods
-------somewhere in the backwoods of Russia---------
The three Baltic countries huddled together trying to ignore the mosquitoes, wolf howls
and well Russia as they roasted marshmallows. Lithuania was having a hard time dividing his
attention between making sure Russia didn't make Latvia cry, and comforting Latvia who was
at the moment crying. Because, face it. The fire was casting that eerie shadowy glow on Russia
who was sitting opposite them and that was enough to make anyone start bawling.
'Ne, Lithuania. Why are you guys sitting over there?'
'Uh…there's more room…?'
"Ah, I see. I guess I'm too big....'
'AAH! No, not all. Um…I can probably sit over there.'
And Lithuania, in order to spare his comrades came and sat next to Russia. Estonia gave him a brave nod,
the one you give to people before they embark on suicide missions and Latvia cried even more.
Which was just about the time Lithuania noticed Russia douse his marshmallow with vodka.
Then give him the psycho look of Russian glee.
And then to everyone's horror place it over the fire.
While it was still dripping.
'Oh my…'
------somewhere over the rainbow------
'Hmmm…England, did you just hear something?'
' Huh? Oh, no…FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT YOUR DAMN CLOTHES BACK ON!!!'
'Ah, you're just jealous…'
And while France and England started a fight, which seems pretty awkward considering,
nobody noticed the vague mushroom cloud forming in the distance.