'What happened, comrade?' Russia asked France. 'I thought you were supposed to get Germany to help us, kolkol.'
'Russia... I don't think I can continue our relationship,' France said. 'Germany and I... FELL IN LOVE!'
Russia gasped. 'BUT FRANCE! HOW COULD YOU! WE WERE GOING TO HAVE SO MANY COMMUNIST BLOCS!'
'I KNOW, BUT... I JUST CAN'T! GOODBYE, RUSSIA!' The spirit of love and death carried France away.
'!' Russia collapsed and cried.
AT ANOTHER GODDAMN MEETING...
'HON HON HON I HAVE-'
'AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE, WE KNOW!' England shouted. 'JUST GET ON WITH IT, YOU GIT!'
'GERMANY AND I... ARE DATING!'
This was met with stares of WTF except for Russia and Italy, who were crying.
'That... doesn't make any historical sense aru,' China said.
'I know,' Japan agreed. 'It angers me.' At those words, Sealand's whatever the fuck that ocean thing is transformed into a giant robot hellbent on killing England. But no one cared. Because it's Sealand.
'Okay, what?' America said to France and Germany. 'I'm sorry, but just... what?'
'You're just jelly, Amerique,' France said. 'You wish you could have a boyfriend who could love you as much as my Germany.'
'Frankreich, I fucking love you so much,' Germany said, and molested him on the table, much to the horror of everyone.
'EMERGENCY EVACUATION!' America yelled. No one complained.