"I've had enough", she started, looking at the tall Russian in the eye. She was holding some red flag with a symbol in the middle. "Take this back. Along with all the pain and suffering that you've brought to my country. From now on I am to be known no longer as the Socialist Republic of Romania. Înţelegi(You understand)?"
Ivan seemed affected. He pouted, and looked at the crimson cloth the other handed him. "What are you saying? We are one, да?"
Cristina hissed at his reply. "Nu! Leave immediately, Ivan. If you do not, I am going to shoot you right here and right now" she threatened, reaching to grab the gun she kept in her holster.
Braginski's only response was his character change. "Very well then, Кристина(Cristina)" he smiled, as he turned to leave, knocking down every piece of furniture in the room. On his way towards the door, he grabbed the Romanian flag hanging from one of the walls, and ripped it into several pieces.
"до свидания, товарищ (Goodbye, comrade)" Russia whispered, as he left.
Romania fell to the floor, on her knees, a weak grin taking over her face. Her strength had been constantly sucked out of her ever since the communist occupation of her country. "În sfârşit. Dreptate. Frăţie. Libertate...(Finally. Justice. Fraternity. Freedom...)" she said to herself in a low voice, leaning backwards as she lost consciousness.
Walking down the stairs of the building he just left, a purple, uncomfortable aura surrounded Ivan. "Don't you worry, Кристина. I'll be back, да?"