Ok..the story is much longer than I thought...This is not the last part. Oops!

"Good morning", Serbia says entering the office. All nations had the freedom to decorate it however they pleased. Germany's looked as if Prussia was his interior decorator. There is a large wooden desk completely covered with files of people both in the IN and OUT box. He is sitting at his desk looking at his computers screen smirking at something. He has bags under his eyes as if he didn't sleep well. "You really can't help yourself, can you?"

"Are you talking to me?" Serbia replies confused still holding the door handle.

"Do you see anyone else here? You've really outdone yourself this time."

"Am I late or something?" she says checking her phone for time and date frowning.

Germany continues smirking and shaking his head disapprovingly. He starts reading: "...It was reported that a brawl occurred last night at the EU cafe. During a drinking competition, one of the contestants, the Republic of Serbia, got covered in large quantities of beer. The enraged nation then got into a fight with two other neighbouring countries. In frustration, the aforementioned female nation pulled out a military knife and threw it ferociously before storming out of the locale..."

She rolls her eyes: "Let me guess. You found that in some celebrity gossip magazine."

"It's in all major newspapers."

"No way."

"Way."

"Impossible. That's not what happened."

"It's here in black and white."

"That's not what happened!" she says with a big vain popping out of her head.

Germany frowns: "You expect me to discard what everyone on the World Wide Web is saying and believe you?"

"Yes! I mean...Ugh! I didn't get in a fight with anyone and I threw that knife just to look cool!"

"Alright, I'll play along. Why did I win the pool then?"

"What pool?"

He suddenly sneezes and a pile of papers flies in the air and covers the screen.

Next scene: Germany is at his office late in the evening. There are papers in huge bulks on his desk and next to it. He furiously mutters while stamping the documents one by one. His phone rings.

"Hey it's the Netherlands. You coming to the café tonight?"

"No, why?"

We see Germany from the back while the Netherlands voice can be heard as gibber-gabber.

Germany grumbles: "As if there are not enough problems in this Union." He then adds: "Sure, why not. Put me down for 'It will all turn into a complete catastrophe' and call me in the morning".

Another paper gets stamped with a big green stamp and it flies towards the screen covering it whole.

Serbia peels it off and says: "And then what happened?"

"The Netherlands called half an hour ago. He informed me I won a large sum" he says holding both hands folded near his face.

"Oh" Serbia is still holding the document. "Well a million other things could have happened. I'll get back to you on that. First things first. Can you check this?"

Next scene: Germany is at his his desk going over the document and muttering to himself. Serbia is at the far end of the room checking her phone deep in thought. We see on her screen that she sent messages to all her team members asking what happened last night. None of them replied. She then checks the news with a very unflattering photo of her. She hums disapprovingly.

"Who would write such mean things about me?", she looks at the far down right corner of the article and sees that Britain(England) is named as the author. Serbia frowns: "I can't understand why he has such a grudge towards me. I never did anything to him. Britain never came to my place or seemed to want to come. He just sits on his island, trows insults my way and pretends everything is fine."

Germany isn't listening. After a while he replies: "Incredible, but your report is good enough to be accepted. I don't see why..." He grumbles, puts one sheet towards the camera and points to one seemingly blank spot.

"What?" she asks confused.

"Look" he replies.

Serbia squints. "I don't see anything."

"Look closer."

Serbia squints again. There is a grease spot on it. "Have you eaten something while copying this?" Germany asks.

She puts a finger on her head trying to remember. A thought bubble forms in which a copier is printing out a page. Serbia pulls it out while eating a burek (a very greasy pastry, look it up for more details) The thought bubble bursts.

"Mmmm that was some good burek - with cheese", she says smiling and checks to see if there is a reaction.

"What?" Germany replies confused.

"I was just wondering if there are enough Bosnians in you to understand the reference."

"Is that like a 'Remove Kebab' thing?"

The smile from her face immediately disappears. "I hate that meme! Every time I hear it my right eye starts to hurt. I don't even call them kebabs. They're gyros!"

"That is not my problem. Copy this sheet again and it will be accepted."

"Thanks" content she takes her report. "Well this was fast and uneventful."

"Mhm. Now go away, I've got a lot more work to do" Germany says and grabs his 2 stamps. "And return the paper in your hand."

Serbia sees that she is still holding the document from earlier. She looks at the picture of a refugee on it. "Did you approve this guy?"

"Yes" Germany says looking at the documents in front of him, stamping them in rhythmic moves.

"He seems familiar. I think he's dangerous. I don't know why. I think I saw him back home in the nineties. Was it Kosovo or Bosnia, I can't remember."

Furious, he grabs the file and nearly assaults the keyboard in front of him. "And check his face without the beard. Even though radical Muslims don't like to shave, they do understand the concept of a razor."

He turns his swollen bloodshot eyes in her direction and then looks back at the screen. "You were right."

"See, I told you" she returns the document, grabs her bag and turns to the door.

"So how many cases can you take?"

Serbia realizes what she has done and facepalms herself. "I wish I could but I can't. I'm so busy. I have my economy to rebuild and everything..."

"I didn't ask if you could, I asked how many" he stared at her determined.

"Zero" Serbia wasn't ready to give in.

"Where is your humanity? These are hundred of thousand of men, women and tiny tiny children..."

"Oh spare me! You didn't care when I was going through the same thing. Thousands of my people in need and I was left all alone to care for them. I'm still recovering from that by the way." She grabs the door handle and realizes that it's locked. Her eyes widen in fear as she turns to Germany again. He is holding something that looks like a tiny remote.

The camera goes to Germany's stern face and closed eyes zooming in slowly. "I got tired of nations running away so I installed a remote-locking door. The windows are locked too if you were thinking of jumping. Now, I'm willing to negotiate but there are some things I simply cannot- HEY!"

The camera shows the room again and we see Serbia clutching the remote with both hands with her legs acting as a lever against the desk to gain momentum. Dumbstruck and being pulled forward with the remote, Germany grabs the side of the desk with his free hand.

"I'm not going to let you make me into a dumping ground for your ill thought out plans!" she screams exerting enormous effort to take the small device.

"I can't do this by myself! There are just too many of them!" he screams back while the veins on his forehead pulsates.

"Not my problem!"

"Oh, it is. They go through your place as well!"

"I knew this was a bad idea from the beginning! Instead I just shrugged it off assuming you knew what you were doing. That this was 'Those on the hill see better than does bellow' kind of thing."

Everything stops and we see Chibi Montenegro in the form of a stamp giving a thumbs up for the quote. Serbia smiles at the Chibi form, he disappears and the tug-of-war continues.

"You're only hurting the negotiations process."

"The hell I am! I'm getting out of this office even if it's the last thing I do!"

They stay like that for a while and then Germany starts yelling: "Remove kebab! Remove kebab! Remove kebab!"

In pain, Serbia grabs her right eye and false on the floor. He swiftly puts the remote in a drawer still puffing. She runs to the door and we hear her frantic thoughts: "How to get out. How to get out. Oh, if only I learned something useful on all those modern European values courses they made me take.''

Three dots appear over her head and trumpets are heard. She starts banging on the door: "Help! I'm being raped!"

Germany raises his eyebrow confused. She continues hitting the door and yelling.

"Oh please no one's going to believe that" he says calmly. Serbia turns looking smug "Doesn't this always work in Western Europe?"

He keeps staring at her: "That's not going to work."

"Why not?"

"Well for one thing" he stops and glances at a picture of Italy smiling with him in the back stockishly staring at him.

"Oh, right" Serbia touches the back of her head embarrassed. "Yeah, I know everything about...those kinds of relationships. I...I had a parade and stuff."

"Sure you do. Now if you would kindly sit down so we could discuss how many piles of these documents you are taking home with you?"

Her face turns red from anger and her hand clutches into a tight fist. She turns around, smiles menacingly and puts her hand into her purse. Germany frowns while swiftly opening a locked drawer. "Don't do anything stupid" he says.

The camera goes to Serbia's hand slowly pulling something out of the bag. Germany's shoulder twitches in anticipation. The camera goes to his eyes as his pupils shrink in fear. "You-you..." his voice trembles. The camera goes back to Serbia and we see her holding a lit cigarette in one hand with a lighter in another. (Because every smoker carries a lighter...duh)

She calmly takes in a puff and says: "Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me. I forgot to ask if you want one."

"YOU CAN'T SMOKE IN A NO SMOKING ZONE!" he yells.

"I'll gladly look for a smoking free area if you would kindly let me out of your office."

"No, not until we negotiate the terms. Besides a little smoke won't kill me."

"Suit yourself" she adds smug while smoke moves in the direction of Germany's nostrils. As the smoke enters his nose like a ghost he starts to choke and cough. "What in the world is that!" he says while his eyes water.

"Oh, just a very very local brand" she exhales again and looks around. "You know what I like most about them. Their lingering smell. It is almost impossible to wash out. And it goes into everything. Furniture, clothes, drapes...everything." The smoke continues to spread while Germany tries to hold his cough. "This is nothing more than a nuisance. I'm not budging."

"Wait for it" she says with a smile.

A few minutes later a click is heard and Serbia walks out of the office slowly with her head held high followed by a cloud of smoke. The doors close violently creating a draft.

"This is not over!" Germany's furious voice is heard. He is still coughing. "You still have to come in two weeks for progress evaluation! I'll like to see you get out of that one!"

Serbia gets angry again crushing her cigarette into fine powder in the process.

"I'LL THINK OF SOMETHING. DON'T YOU WORRY ABOUT THAT!" she yells at the closed door and storms off.