It was another day at the Ivan Braginsky Dance Company. Lithuania was getting ready to do a solo, in which he was using a chair as a prop. He brought the chair into the room. Russia touched the chair, and noticed that his hands were stained by black markers. He knew at that moment that Liet had left the chair in the studio. What a dingbat!
"I ordered these rubber stoppers," Russia exclaimed. "I'll have them for the competition," Liet replied, having not had time to get the stoppers due to being forced to make a costume for his solo. Russia was furious. He threw the chair at Lithuania. "DONE!" he screamed. Everyone was shocked. Poland flipped Russia off. "Fuck you, Russia!" he said. "You don't need them for the competition, Liet. I told you to have them for today!" Russia said angrily.
At this, Poland stormed downstairs into the rehearsal area. "You know what? We're done. Liet and I aren't doing our solos, and neither one of us will do the group dance," Poland screamed. Russia turned to Poland, staring daggers. "Good luck paying your bills without my tuition," Poland continued, "Because I've been here making costumes all day for you, while you were down the road eating! Stop eating, that's why you're fat!" he finished, before grabbing Lithuania and leaving.
~UwU~
After competition, Hungary entered the Dance Axis dressing room. "So!" he started. "Hungary, no one wants you here," Romano said bluntly. "Do you think if I throw this on him, the witch will melt?" Prussia asked as he poured a water bottle all over Hungary. "Wooooooooooo, that was good!" Hungary said sardonically. "No no, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't mean to do that. No, really, I thought the witch would melt!" Prussia exclaimed. "Really, because I didn't mean to do THAT either!" exclaimed Hungary as she whacked Prussia with her frying pan. Everyone stared. "That woman just hit me! She just attacked me!" Prussia screamed, pure agony emanating from his voice. Hungary left, satisfied.
~UwU~
"You know me, I'm always worried. You know, the costume is nerve wracking and stressful on him," Russia tried to explain regarding the group dance. "That's because you work him up about it," Poland cut in. Before Russia could say anything, Ukraine entered with a new costume. "This is beautiful, big sister," Russia complimented. "Well, I tried my best with the only option we had," Ukraine replied, flattered. "It wasn't the only option, it was what I wanted," Russia retorted. "We could make that one costume look like that," Belarus attempted. "Bela, you don't even sew. You have zero talent," Russia dissuaded.
Then he turned sharply to Estonia, "Hey, I want you to call Latvia again. Call him right now," Russia ordered. "You'll be getting a call from my attorney," Estonia said defiantly. "Then we'll know his name!" Russia exclaimed, rather satisfied. "You don't need to know my fucking attorney's name," Estonia snapped. Russia gaped, shocked. Estonia then let out a barrage of curses. Ukraine decided to pretend she hadn't heard that. "Don't talk like that in front of everyone else, that's what you and Finland do at your house when you're being his dirty mistress. That does not happen at the IBDC," Russia snapped back. "You don't know what goes on in my house because you're not invited over because we don't let trash through the door," Estonia retorted. "This is getting completely out of hand," Ukraine yelled in an effort to quell the fight.
When everyone else arrived, Russia was furious, and they all braced themselves. Only Latvia dared ask what was wrong. "You can all thank Estonia for my mood," Russia answered. "He yelled 17 curses at me. That's sickening! Listen up! I don't scream at you all like that without reason. You made a choice to come here. No one is going to talk to me that way, da? No one!" Russia finished.
~UwU~
The Dance Axis was rehearsing a group dance for next week's competition. Romano did not like what he saw at all, so much so that he growled like a tiger. For years, the dancers had talked about the unfair treatment displayed towards them, especially compared to Germany, Japan, and Spain, who were favored by Veneziano and Romano respectively. So today, they had a whiteboard. Every mark on the board indicated or reflected something negative that Romano had said or done towards each dancer. They knew that Romano would not be able to hide from pure statistical numbers. Another run-through ended in Romano angrily cutting them off. "I'm not going to say his name, but the jerk bastard with the red eyes and grey hair needs to move out," Romano screeched. "That's a tick just for diminishing him and not using his name," Germany muttered, putting another tick mark next to Prussia's name on the whiteboard.
Eventually, Romano noticed the whiteboard. No one on the dance floor quite knew what it was for, so Romano went up to investigate. He was trying to prepare these fellow nations for a competition against the Wicked Wizard Of The West! Why were the other dancers trying to distract the group dancers from learning? "Alright there, I see 11 marks there next to Prussia," Romano pointed out. "These," Bulgaria explained, "are inequalities in how the dancers are being treated. It was all compared to Germany, Spain, and Japan. So, you see, that is your behavior that has been documented." "Well, this is my teaching method," Romano justified. "And your teaching method is flawed as we have seen," Romania retorted, "Some of us are missing out on the full Dance Axis experience."
~UwU~
"Don't even speak to me, da?" Russia ordered. England gasped. "Why can't I speak to you?" China asked. "Because I don't want to speak to you!" Russia answered, "China, here's your costume, enjoy the dance. I'm going." "Russia, we don't want you to go!" Canada cried out in an attempt to pacify him, but it was no good. "Okay, Canada, you were the one that sat there and said that I looked miserable so maybe we should put America in my place, da?" Russia accused. "No, he never said that," France cut in. "Yes you most certainly did!" Russia yelled. "No he didn't, dingbat, listen!" France snapped. He stormed up to Russia, "He said, Russia, is your boss speaking for you?" France clarified, pointing at Russia the whole time. "Get your finger out of my face, da?" Russia ordered. France did so, but then lunged at him making a biting motion. Russia slapped him away. "Everyone, out of the room!" Canada ordered. Everyone did as Canada said. "Get away from me! Stay away from me! Who do you think you are?" Russia cried. "You're crazy!" England exclaimed. "No I'm not crazy, he was eating my face!" Russia screeched. And this is how Russia left Alliance of Dance and joined the Ivan Braginsky Dance Company to spite France.