Short 1
Indonesia and Malaysia sit around staring at their phone. Philippines walks in depressed. She sighs and moans unhappy.
"What's wrong?" Indonesia asks.
"I just saw something too expensive for me to afford. I wish I had more money" she says bowing her head dramatically.
"Don't we all" Malaysia says putting his phone down. He smiles with an idea. "Have you ever thought about what you would do if you were rich?"
"Did I!" Philippines yells ecstatic. Moving her arm a curtain sound is heard as the scene changes from a plain room into a marvel parlour adorned with huge staircase and many servants around. As the two nations watch the vivid illusion, Philippines walks down the steps in a flashy outfit.
"I would live in a huge mansion with servants attending to my every whim. I would spend my days in opulence and glamor" she yells striking a pose while her overworked maids hum like a tired choir behind her.
The two boy nations observe stunned with a sweat drop falling from their forehead. She looks at them smiling, still in her dramatic pose.
"How very colonial times of you" one of them utters. She drops from the step with her leg twitching.
Short 2
In a white plain area, India pops in. "I'm sure you all know who did is" the female narrator says.
"Hello" India waves friendly.
"We all know he is very old. But did you now there is someone older" the narrator says as we watch the camera move from him to the right. An older woman steps and greets us with a slight bow.
"This is Indus valley civilisation" the narrator concludes.
"Mom!" he says happy.
She looks at him and licks her thumb. The ancient nation then rubs his cheek with it.
"Mom! Not now!" he yells annoyed.
"Stand still, you have a spot...Did you even wash your face today!"
"Yes."
"Wash behind her ears?" she continues pulling back one.
"Yes!"
"Playing nicely with the kids from the neighbourhood?"
"Um...more or less" India stutters. The ancient civilisation bobs her head disapprovingly.
India smiles nervous. "I'll do better."
Hearing this, she smiles satisfied. "That's my boy" she says and hugs him firmly.
India is a little embarrassed but does not fight back.
The camera moves away as the two hold each other.
Short 3
Serbia stands with the blank background behind her. As she waves hello, a group of Mexican dancers waltz in moving their beautifully decorated large skirts. She watches them as they dance around her.
"Oh wow just how much fabric is in those skirts?" she says impressed. Her enjoyment turns sour as the skirts seem to get longer and longer, completely engulfing the space around her. The fabric surrounds her even more, completely covering her from view. All we can hear is a muzzled scream and some cartoonish choking before the lively music covers all other sounds.