(Author's Note: Based off something I noticed about the modern flags of America, England, France, China, and Russia.)
"Russia! How could you do this, aru?"
Confused, Russia turned around. China was storming towards him, angrily gripping what appeared to be Russia's new flag in his hands.
"What are you talking about, China?" Russia asked, facing the furious Asian nation. "He couldn't have found out about the secret surveillance station I set up in his backyard yet, da?"
China held up the flag, shoving it in Russia's face. "This, aru! Why did you change you flag, aru?"
Russia blinked, puzzled as to why China was so angry. What was the big deal? "I'm not part of the Soviet Union anymore. My people decided to create a new flag to represent that. Is that a problem?"
"Of course it's a problem, aru!" China raged. "Don't you realize what you've done, aru? I'm all alone now, aru!"
Russia felt as if the conversation had sped off into the distance, leaving him in its dust. "I don't understand what the big deal is… I'm not the first nation to change their flag…"
"You don't know what the big deal is, aru? It's called you being inconsiderate, aru! Did you even think for one second about how left out I'd feel, aru? We Allies might not exactly be a group anymore, since the Second World War ended, but you don't have the right to make me the outcast of us five, aru!"
Russia blinked. He could've sworn there were six of them for the Allies… Then again, he couldn't remember a sixth person, so maybe not. "What are you talking about, China? You're not an outcast…"
"Shut up! Just shut up, aru!"
"But…"
"Shut up!" China screeched, at a volume level that would have given Germany's World Conference voice a run for its money. "See if I care, aru! I'll just go hang out with my fellow Eastern nations, aru!"
China shoved the flag into Russia's hands and stormed off into the World Conference room, leaving an overly perplexed Russia staring after him.
"What… What just happened…?"
"You haven't figured it out?"
Russia turned around. France was walking towards him, arms folded across his chest. "Ah, hello, France. Figured out what?"
France gestured to the flag in Russia's hands. "Your flag. Haven't you looked at the colors?"
"Da. They're white, blue, and red. So?"
"And what are mine?"
"Blue, white, and red."
"Amerique's?"
"Red, white, and blue."
"Angleterre's?"
"Red, white, and blue."
"China's?"
"Yellow and… Oh."
From in the World Conference room, the sound of something being thrown and breaking could be heard, along with a very angry sounding "Aiyah!"