Russia just sent Sputnik up in space.
"Yes! I finally I win, da?" a slightly drunk Russia yelled to a slightly drunker China.
"Good Job Yiwan aru! Finally we beat that damn America! Ha-ha!" China said falling on the ground laughing. Russia walked and shakily picked China up bridal-style and walked toward their shared house.
"Let's go celebrate!" Russia slurred while China wooed in his arms.
England walked over to the blond. The American's head was down and he was on his knees in the mud.
"Have you come to make fun of me too? Russia and China took pretty good care of that already." America said sadly.
"No, love. You did amazing. Your satellite will beat Russia's." England said reassuringly though America's mood wouldn't budge
"You should go party with him. I better you like Russia more than me. I'm just a pathetic failure." America said quietly his shoulders hunching from the cold.
"Look at me Alfred," England said pulling the American to his feet, "I swear to you. You will put a man on the moon before I like Russia more than you. Anyone, more than you!"
"Do you mean that Arthur?" Alfred asked him quietly.
"Of course, Love."