"Bloody git! You fat Americans and your burgers!"

"You English with your terrible cooking, prissy manners, and embroidery! Really, England?"

"Oui, I agree that his cooking sucks. England once blew up my kitchen."

"Shut up, Frog!"

"Kesesesese! I'm awesome!"

"You westerners are so immature, aru!"

"Chigi! Get off, tomato bastard!"

"Aw Roma! You're blushing like a tomato!"

"Ve, pastaaaa!"

"Everyone SHUT THE HELL UP AND PAY ATTENTION TO THE MEETING!"

Russia sits in the middle of the UN meeting, with his ever present creepy smile on his face and violent purple aura surrounding him.

Oh how he'd love to crush the faces of everyone here.

But now that he thinks about it, do any of the nations choose to be this way? Do they choose to quarrel with each other? Do they even have choices?

No, they do not.

Every stereotype is their peoples' stereotypes. Every word spoken to another nation is their people talking to the other country's people.

Every war is their peoples' choice.

The nation-people just have to endure the pain of it.

All of these petty arguments and insults are empty and meaningless.

Maybe everyone could get along with each other. Maybe everyone could live in peace at last. Maybe everyone could let go of their previously formed personalities, old political grudges, predestined fates, and finally be free. Be free from their puppet strings.

Every few thousand years, the nation-people have a short period when they really are free. When they were not controlled by their country. The first few times this moment of freedom appeared, the nation-people reveled in their freedom. They ran wild, asking forgiveness from other nation-people, proclaiming their love to each other, being whatever personality they wanted to be. They were free. They didn't realize how short lived their freedom was until it was too late.

Before they knew it, they were under the control of their countries again.

The next time the universe offered them a short period of freedom, they immediately brainstormed ways to break their curse. They pleaded with the most violent nation and the nation whose very country represented freedom to break their curse. The two nations agreed.

Russia feels the lead pipe inside his coat. He looks across the table at America, whose hand is reaching for his gun inside his bomber jacket. They lock eyes and nod at each other.

Time to put the nation-people out of their misery.

And finally be free.