The cruise party
Some nations, to everyone's delight, suggest a dance competition. Everyone gathers around the dance floor to watch the most skilled among them compete. Serbia gets out, skipping to the beat, just to refill her punch. She stands near a table with a huge bowl of punch the same color as the crimson table cloth.
North Macedonia joins her. They start chatting and eventually decide to stay there.
Next scene: "I can't believe people compare dancing to having intercourse. I mean, imagine being with someone and that person starts doing the head spin" North Macedonia says.
Serbia can't help but have a fit of laughter. "You said it!" she replies after finally catching her breath. North Macedonia speaks after observing her the whole time: "You visualized that, didn't you?"
"Yes" she admits blushing.
"It's fun, isn't it? It's not a world-changing experience as the humans portray it, though. I guess that without the hormones hijacking your brain, it loses some of it's appeal" North Macedonia continues.
"My, my, my. Do you have something to share my dear?" Serbia adds with a sly smile.
"Oh come on! Don't act as if you haven't...or were at least curious" her shorter friend teases.
"Curious? Maybe. It's difficult to stay indifferent. Reminders of it are everywhere." Serbia sips her drink and chuckles: "Perhaps it's a good way to spend a dull weekend."
The two girls giggle, blissfully unaware that someone is listening to their every word. They are the only ones near the table and the music is so loud no one from the crowd can hear them.
The circle separates and we can see only a few contestants remaining. The last ones are Argentina, Brazil, Zimbabwe and DR Congo.
"Who do you think will win?" North Macedonia asks.
"I don't know, but Congo is pretty good" Serbia replies.
"Aha!" an ear-piercing scream is heard behind them. The DJ stops the music. Everyone turns their heads towards the punch table. The two girls are completely dumbstruck by what they see.
Prussia stands, with two wide planks on his shoulders, covered by the crimson table cloth, pointing at Serbia. The punch bowl is wobbling on his head. Serbia and North Macedonia are suddenly nauseous. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Serbia screams horrified.
"You admitted it. I heard you. You were with him" Prussia continues to yell pointing.
"What?"
"I knew it. Now you will have only khaki-colored babies" he says dead serious.
"What are you talking about?!" Serbia yells incredibly irritated. "Can someone please take this lunatic out of here?"
Hungary and Austria look away. "I don't know who that is" Hungary says.
"I have never seen him before in my life" Austria adds embarrassed.
There is dead silence. Everyone is staring, not knowing what to do. Prussia stands frozen still pointing. Germany approaches, hiding his face with his hand. He picks up his deranged brother like a statue and slowly walks out of the frame.
World Academy W
Recess time. Ivan is casually walking down the hall when he sees Yasna pacing straight toward him angry. "What did I do this time?" he thinks to himself before greeting his enraged friend.
She stops, holding her books in front of her as a shield and slowly says: "What are you doing?"
He looks at her confused: "I'm sure you'll tell me." This only makes her angrier. "You know what I'm talking about! Why are you making such sudden changes to your government?" she angrily whispers.
"Oh that" Ivan smiles. " You really don't need to worry about it. I'm just making some beneficial adjustments."
Yasna is still unconvinced but she manages to calm down. "Are you sure? You are not doing this just to appease some European student? Because we talked about this, and…"
"You know, for a girl that is just a friend, you are truly acting like a nagy girlfriend" he interrupts. Yasna, a little dazed by the statement, stops to think.
"So, you are not capitulating?" she carefully asks.
"No. Please use different sources for your news. I suggest some Russian media, it has subtitles" he says calmly. Yasna smiles and apologizes: "I don't know why I acted that why. I guess you have that effect on girls."
"He truly does" Nathalia appears from behind his, scaring Yasna a little. "Wh-where did you come from?" she mumbles.
"I'm like my big brother's shadow. I'm always by his side" Nathalia replies with eary music in the back.
"That's right" Ivan says. "Sometimes, I have to double check that she doesn't follow me into the toilet. It's pretty tiresome."
Alfred walks by them giving Yasna a death stare. Confused, Yasna calls out to him. He stops a few steps away waiting for her to come over.
"Is everything alright?" Yasna asks after walking over. Alfred looks at her angry and disgusted. "Nothing much. I just remembered what a monster you were. I'm glad I put you in your place. That's what you deserve for bullying little kids" he says in a threatening way.
Horrified, she freezes, spotting a little figure observing them from behind a locker. She looks back at Alfred who is still frowning.
"I can prove everything that little brat said is a lie" Yasna defends herself.
"Oh please."
"I assure you. I had everything recorded. Every atrocity he said I committed was a set up. I swear. I will bring the tapes tomorrow and..."
"Spare me your lies. You may have changed your appearance but you are still a sly and manipulative person you've always been" he says extending his palm and walks away.
"No, I'm not. Please let me show you" she says as her voice breaks and her eyes tear up. She is about to run after him when she hears Ivan's voice: "Now who chases after the cool kids?"
She turns and wipes a tear. Ivan hugs her with one hand and walks her to her class.
"It's just not true. I am not a monster" she quietly cries.
"I know. I know" he says softly.