During NATO bombing - June 1988

The sounds of sirens echo through the dark city. On one of the illuminated bridges, a large group of people has gathered. They are cheering and singing, completely ignoring the start of yet another series of bombers coming their way with bombs made from who-knows-what. Some of them are wearing white T-shirts with the target sign on them. It started out spontaneously at first but then grew into organised events with a stage and live music. A slender hand holds out a megaphone.

"Thank you all for coming again in such great numbers. You are all heroes and no one can take that away from you!" Serbia says from the stage. The crowd cheers. As the first planes are spotted in the sky, they start chanting even more. Some even sing songs or mock the planes. A few of them were knocked out recently, which is like taking down a tiger with a sling-shot.

Serbia takes off her sweater to reveal a 'target' T-shirt. She chants with the crowd with the use of her megaphone. The sound of bomb falling is heard.

Next scene: A large fist hits the heavy desk. "I'm not gonna tell you again Yugoslavia...stop your shenanigans and accept the deal!" America says through his teeth as he stares angry at the small nation. It's the NATO office again.

Serbia, with her brother Montenegro sitting next to her, blinks unimpressed. "My name is Serbia" she says coldly.

"Whatever" America yells and stands up to pace. "Now, let's talk like two responsible adults. Your soldiers have to stop attacking the Albanian civilians. They're driving them crazy out in...in...Damn it! Something with a K" he adds stopping.

"Košare?" she adds.

"Yes! I need you to tell them to surrender" America orders.

Already fed up with everything, Serbia says in a pretty sarcastic tone. "I don't know why you would need my help? It's a very small unit. With so many of your minions and your air strikes, do you really need me to make them surrender?"

America looks at her stunned, while Montenegro hides a chuckle. "Listen up...I have tolerated your army so far but don't force my hand!" we see his veins popping on his neck.

"You mean you tried bombarding their tanks and planes but when that didn't work, you moved onto bombing factories and building complexes" she says with her hands folded.

"Not to mention them destroying your invisible airc..." Montenegro starts but USA's gaze quickly makes him stop.

"Do you have a death wish or something? What's with the attitude? Did your boss put you up to this? Because if he did, he's even crazier than I though."

Serbia takes this personally. "First of all, no one put me up to anything. I'm simply fed up with you yelling at me" she declares loudly.

America puts his hands on the table and knocks down everything with a violent swoop. Pointing at a now empty table, he tells the two stunned nations. "See this! This is what you capital will look like when I'm done with it! I'll pulverise it into the ground if you don't take this seriously!" he yells almost drooling.

Returning to reality, Serbia gulps. She takes a closer look of his face. Seeing the determined anger in his eyes, she sighs and bows her head. "Fine...I'll talk to my boss again" she adds quietly.

"Good" the USA says putting his hands in his pocket. "Meeting adjured" he adds and walks out to talk to his advisers, from the same cabinet as before. The two nations, still sitting, listen to them as they praise America for his firm attitude in dealing with aggressive small enemy countries.

How America solves problems abroad

We watch America strut around as other nations try not to get in his way. He is in his casual clothes and has sunglasses on. The narrator speaks as we watch him: "In the late 20th and early 21st century, the USA was on top of the world and acted like that. So much so that he thought he cracked the code."

Next scene: 2001. America is in military uniform. He is in Afghanistan. Observing the rocky terrain, he sees a bunch of male Afghan figures all doing their stuff in their own corner.

"Hey" he yells out loud. "Which one of you is in charge?"

The individual stop what they are doing and stare at him as the impostor that he is. America puts his hand over his gun in a chest-out pose. The figures quickly run towards each other, blending into one nation and runs towards him. Confused, the United States blinks. He is not ready for the sudden attack of the newly created entity.