Extremely current

The EU cafe. The weather is cold but sunny. All of the outside chairs are empty except for one. Netherlands sits with a glass of orange juice, staring into the distance.

"How you holding up brother?" Serbia's voice is heard close-by. She is talking on the phone. "How do you think I'm doing?" yelling is heard from the speaker.

We see Montenegro at his house, the black hairs on his head stood up from anger. His chest is covered with golden crosses and his desk with small icons. "I can't believe that son-of-a-**** did this! I mean, I could tolerate the drugs, the stealing, the oligarchic attitude towards the people. He was the ruler after all. Give the ruler what is his and we will take what's left. But you know what goes before that line?!...Give to God what is his!" (Богу божје. Цару царево, а нама шта остане)

"What a great little poet you are" we see her say.

"Hey, don't start. I have to go now and talk some sense into to my president for life" we hear him yell.

"Good luck. I'm rooting for you. Hope you manage to change his mind" she says.

"Oh I will. Because if he doesn't, I'm gonna go Orthodox hillbilly on his arse" he adds loudly and hangs up.

Serbia puts down the phone and sighs. She finds herself in front of the cafe. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asks noticing the lone Netherlands.

"Enjoying some fresh air. It's a bit stuffy inside" he responds calmly.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I had a tone of paperwork to deliver. It's really a hassle if you ask me. I don't know why I couldn't simply send it via e-mail. All that paper wasted for nothing."

"Mhm" he says. She sees the juice glass on his table. "Is that all you are having?" she asks confused.

"Yes" he responds as if it is the most normal thing in the world. She looks at him suspicious: "Okay... Somehow I imagined you liked edgier stuff. Is everything alright?"

"Yes...actually not yet but I'm getting there" he sighs. "It's complicated."

Serbia is about to say something but gets another call. Before she answers she says: "Gotta go. Good luck and bye." She then walks away answering the call. "Hey Srpska..."

Netherlands stays in his seat. Croatia opens the cafe door and looks around. "That's strange. I could swear I heard someone?" he mumbles. He then asks Netherlands: "Hey, was that a customer?"

"No" he replies in a serious but calm tone. "Okay" Croatia says. Before going back inside he asks him again: "Are you sure that is all you want to drink? I have all kinds of stuff in here."

"Yes, I'm sure" Netherlands replies. The new bartender goes inside. Netherlands takes a sip of his very orange orange juice.