Italy had invited the nations to an art viewing/ pasta dinner. Currently stuffed; Francis, Arthur, and Ivan were looking at a painting of Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden.
Feeling the need to comment [and to piss off the frog], Arthur put forth, "Look at their calmness, their poise. They must be British."
"Non, mon ami; zey are naked, and so beautiful. Clearly, zey are French."
"No clothes, no shelter," interjected a gloomy Russia. "Only an apple to eat, and they are being told they are in paradise. They are Russian."
A/N: The shortest of the lot.