It's story started by my little brother, who still has silly, childish ideas. This story is in funny in some specific way. If you like it, don't forget to review! And forgive me everything you can blame my nationality for (I'm Polish).

Cracov-Balice, 2160, about summer session

'We are going to land here' Parker said. The pilots nodded and the spaceship went down. The Cracovian airport wasn't the best place to land, but the closest. Some people down looked up, but then peacefully came back to their work. Parker frowned. Area around the airport was much more green than back in America, but there was no comparison to Pandora. Little forests held their ground near the villages Morawica and Brzoskwinia (this means Peach). Somewhere in Brzoskwinia church bells rang, calling people to a mass. Parker didn't like this Slavic areas. They seemed wild and old-fashioned, but the Lechites loved their past. Parker was first to come out of the spaceship when it landed and the door opened. A Slavonic engineer leaded a group of workers and overseers right across the airport. After a while Parker noticed that the workers were in chains. One of them saw him and, ignoring the chains, ran closer to him.

'Parker!' he shouted. 'Have you brought unobtanium?'

Parker scoffed. He had only a little piece in his pocket. The workers looked disillusioned.

'Never mind...' one of them sighed. An overseer cracked his whip and the workers went forward. The engineer waved at Parker.

'Come with me, Parker!' he said. 'Who needs unobtanium these times?'

'It's essential for our technology!' Parker shouted back. The Slavic guy laughed.

'Come to my house. I'll explain you everything.'

Reluctantly, Parker walked after the engineer. The man opened the old-fashioned door to his old-fashioned house with an old-fashioned key and showed Parker an old-fashioned armchair.

'Sit down' he said and sat in the armchair opposite. Then he reached for a carafe and two mugs and poured cherry tincture to both of them. Parker gulped. He knew these Lechian barbarians drank huge amounts of strong drinks, but he didn't want to join them.

'With me won't you drink?' the engineer asked. Parker sipped some alcohol. Engineer smiled and dried his mug. Then he poured himself next one.

'So, Parker... no one needs unobtanium now. Maybe these Merican savages.' (AN: Merican is a scornful word Poles use for Americans.)

'We aren't savages!' Parker blushed. The engineer laughed.

'You are. Your people are now our slaves and dig limestone for us.'

'Limestone?'

'Yes. The students from AGH University of Science and Technology had a party and, when drunk, caused a piece of limestone to have same features as unobtanium.'

'How is this possible?'

'They were drunk' the engineer said as if it explained anything. 'We didn't know their technology, but they repeated it on every single academic party. Then we put an abstinent to their room and he write down everything they did.'

'Limestone? But it's so common...'

'Yes. So we made lots of "unpbtanium" limestone and freed ourselves from you Mericans... Now you are in Republic of Three Nations.'

'Three Nations?'

'Yes, Lechites, Balts and Rusyns. Welcome to the Morawica quarry, Mr Parker.'

Parker felt something cold and metallic on his wrists and heard a characteristic click.

Liked my silly fic? Review! I wanted to dupe Parker. Simply.