A huge nation party in Britain's pub for some reason. The music is loud and everyone is pretty rowdy. Serbia drinks at a bar calm and nicely buzzed. A huge jug of beer comes her way. Prussia carries it over. He places it next to her and sits down. She blinks inquisitively. "For you. A token of friendship" he says smiling.

A little suspicious, she takes it, looks and sniffs the content and they takes a sip. Prussia watches pleased. "So, I realize I was a bit harsh over the years...Why don't we start off on a different foot."

Serbia shrugs and takes another sip. They chat for five minutes when Prussia asks: "How are you feeling?"

"A little sleepy to be honest" she replies.

Prussia smirks: "Good." Leaning forward so no one else can hear, he says: "Now, tell me about Congo."

"Not this again!" she ughs.

"I need to know exactly the history of your relationship. And don't leave out any details" he continues slowly turning all ears.

Puffing, Serbia looks around. With an annoyed sigh, she continues: "Alright it was like this..."

Flashback: (early 60s) She is in her official uniform looking serious and cold like Broz instructed her to. "We didn't stay long. My then boss brought in some engineers to arrange some infrastructure deals. We did a lot of those projects in Africa during Yugoslavia years. Anyway..."

The now DR Congo and then Zaire enters and shakes her hand, as by protocol. They stay to talk as the two bosses and other delegates finish with the boring paperwork.

"He was very friendly as all other African countries were. Nothing special. But then he got talking about his past experiences with Europeans."

The Yugoslavian Serbia sits perfectly still, with her face deformed from terror. With her fingers plunged into her knees, she listens as Zaire vividly describes all the horrors he suffered through.

"Oh my God" she says slowly gasping.

"I know" Zaire sighs shaking his bowed head. "So as you can see it is very hard for me to trust that anyone has good intentions."

She flinches feeling like she is put on the spot. "Well, I'm not like that" she says uncomfortable.

"Hmm oh no! I didn't mean to imply. It's just the last European female nation..." Zaire says waving his arms as he nervously chuckles.

"I'm serious. I'm not like that!" Serbia screams standing up.

"Oh there I go. Making enemies again" he says hitting his forehead. Serbia looks at him filled with pity. She puts her hand on his shoulder.

End of flashback: Prussia listens without blinking. "And?" he says after a short pause.

"And what?"

"What do you mean what! What happened next!?"

The modern Serbia takes a drink from the jug and says: "Well, nothing. Our bosses returned soon and my delegation continued onto the next country on the list."

He stares at her completely still. His eyes are wide as he takes short breaths. "That's it! You did nothing else! You just...talked?!" he screams.

Serbia blinks confused. "Yes."

"S*it!" he yells smashing the glass on the floor and walking away. A few check what is happening. Serbia finishes her drink unfazed.

"Like I would ever tell you" he mutters to herself.

Flashback: (Early 50s) In her office, the former monarchy, now a socialist country, reads a letter received by an expatriate.

"My dear Nation, I apologize for not visiting you but, to be frank, your new boss does not sit with me well. I am sure he feels the same way about me. Life in the UK is good. I found a nice cushy job at the Ministry. Have a nice family. None of them know about my former life as a double agent. That makes me kind of sad, but maybe I will let them know one day. Maybe even publish a book. Wish I could tell you more now but I do not think Britain would approve."

Serbia takes a look at the other papers in the letter that were covered in black rectangles.

"As per your question, the stories you heard were true! Among other things, after the blunder of the Americans, I was discovered and forced to take the truth serum by the Nazis. Luckily, my friend injected me with the same the night before and tested my reaction. Turns out that, it becomes ineffective if the body is already exposed to it. Oh and strong will. That is very important! Thank you for your letter and for your concern.

Sincerely,

Duško Popov"

She smiles putting the letter back and ponders calm and silent.