SuperSailorCharon: After getting drunk and watching the closing ceremony in Sochi last night, I thought I'd start writing this chapter. I'm a little stressed out with school/my personal life, so hopefully writing this will put me in a better mood. Please review! Also, I tried to be sensitive with depicting Ukraine's reaction to the situation in Ukraine, so if I've missed something or depicted something inaccurately, I mean no offense.

The countries watched the closing ceremony of the Winter Olympics in Sochi, Russia. All of them sat in a VIP box in the stadium watching the last festivities of the Olympics unfold. Each of them watched the ceremony with different thoughts running through their heads.

There was laughter among the countries as they watched the performers reference the fifth ring that didn't open during the opening ceremony. They watched the sequence with the flying clowns and the upside down houses. The countries watched in splendor and awe at the depictions of Russian culture. Romano was just glad that he and his brother weren't hosting the Olympics this time, because usually the opening and closing ceremonies were interrupted by their grandfather singing about Heaven and Hell in Europe.

Then the nations' athletes filtered into the stadium and the arguments began…

Denmark was bitching about how he didn't win any medals at all while Norway kept insisting that Denmark was being a bad sport. France, Britain, and the Italy brothers were complaining that Russia must've cheated to get so many medals. Germany, disappointed that he didn't get as many gold medals as he did at the Vancouver Olympics, was so drunk he was looking for something to bust over someone's head. Latvia sat shaking in the corner with a nervous smile on his babyish face. He couldn't believe that his athletes almost beat Russia in bobsledding! Belarus bragged over how she had more medals than any of the other female countries. Liechtenstein, like so many of the other female countries, walked away empty-handed. But she was still in good spirits.

"Switzy, thank you for letting my country take part in the Olympics," Liechtenstein said sweetly. But her big brother was busy arguing with Austria and didn't hear her thanks.

"I think it's more important to have more gold medals," Switzerland insisted.

"That doesn't matter," Austria said pretentiously. "My overall medal count is much, much higher than yours!"

Eventually, Austria and Switzerland were locked in an all-out brawl.

For once, America, the normally loud and boastful nation, watched the Olympics quietly. He was exhausted and in a bad mood because the Nordic countries were arguing the whole night before and so he got no sleep at all. At least it was better than the other night when someone set a wolf loose in the hallways. America watched the athletes representing his country flood into the stadium. Normally he loved the Olympics, but this time it left him a little disappointed. He had more bronze medals than any other country. They don't put bronze medalists on cereal boxes! Some of his promising athletes, like Shaun White, just didn't deliver this time.

He was also glad to be going home. Russia's house was scary! Most of America's citizens were too scared to leave their hotel rooms to experience Russia's country and all it had to offer. Then again, the hotel wasn't much better. There were live wires sticking out of the shower and several times he had to break his bathroom door down. The food also sucked. Not a hamburger stand in sight! Earlier that week over breakfast, America complained to Russia that there was a dead bee in his honey.

"In Russia, our honey is so fresh the bees are still in it!" The Russian joked, adding to America's irritation.

Not to mention America was still bitter over losing the hockey match to Canada. The two of them made a bet that the loser of the hockey match would have to keep Justin Beiber. Needless to say, America was still sore about that, especially since his brother was still gloating.

"I can't believe it!" Canada cried. "I don't have to take back that sorry no-good punk!"

Canada loved the Olympics. It was one of the few times where people actually remembered he existed.

"Isn't this great, Mr. Kumajello?" Canada gushed to his pet polar bear while butchering the bear's name. "People are finally gonna start noticing me because I got more gold medals than America!"

"Who are you?" Mr. Kumajirou asked.

The Russian children's choir began to sing and Ukraine looked out into the stadium at her athletes from her homeland. She was glad she got a gold and a bronze medal, but there were tears in her eyes. With Ukraine being labeled the crybaby of Eastern Europe, this was nothing new. But this time, she had good reason to cry.

Earlier that week, the protests at Ukraine's place had seriously escalated. Her boss had been impeached by the parliament. Some people still supported Ukraine's president, but others wanted a new government. In Kyiv and other cities, police and protestors were killed or brutally injured. Protests like this had been going on for a while, but now they were incredibly severe. Some of Ukraine's athletes pulled out of their events in response to the crisis at Ukraine's place. Those that stayed requested a moment of silence after Ukraine's athletes won a gold medal.

Ukraine couldn't help but cry for the horrors that were going on at her house, but she also shed a tear for the kindness some of the other countries showed her.

Then came the passing of the Olympic flag to the mayor of Pyeongchang and the part of the VIP box that the Asian countries were sitting in got very noisy.

"Hooray for our land, da-ze!" Korea cried. "In 2018, all your breasts are gonna be mine!"

"Aiyaa! Stop saying that!" China scolded. "Sit down and be respectful!"

Japan was just watching the chaos unfold with a scowl on his face, disappointed he didn't win very many gold medals.

"The Olympics originated at my place, you know!" Korea bragged.

"Don't let Greece hear you say that, aru!" China hissed, growing seriously impatient with the younger Asian country.

Nearby, Greece happened to be listening and the normally easy-going Greek was now fuming with rage. However, he couldn't help but wonder what his mother would say if she were alive to witness the modern Olympics.

"Dude, that giant bear mascot thingy is really creepy," America pointed out. It was the first time he spoke the whole time as the bear mascot blew out the Olympic torch.

Meanwhile, Russia just sat and watched everything unfold around him with a smile on his childlike face. He couldn't remember a recent time where he was so happy. Seven years ago when he won the bid for the Olympics, everyone around him asked him what on earth he was thinking. The last time he hosted The Games was when the Soviet Union still existed and everyone still lived at his house. Now it was like everyone got to become one with him, even if only for a fortnight. He could share all of the wonders of his underrated and overlooked culture with the whole world.

The tall, giant country wasn't one to cry. But as the creepy bear mascot shed a tear, so too did Russia. It had been so long since he had been this happy.

And after today, he would be all alone again.