"Whoops, looks like I forgot to mention that the culture differences shouldn't be used as an EXCUSE to have two Italie. Now everyone in the reviews are mad." Italia sighs, looking at his iPad. "And I completely forgot about America...the north and south did fight each other, didn't they? And even today the two parts pretty much have different accents and values, at least a little bit..."
"And if you ask someone about Italy...well, for the most part, the same stereotypes will be applied to the entire country...right?" Marcelo asks.
"...pretty much. Hey, has anyone ever tried figuring out whether Mario and Luigi are from the north or south?" Italia replies.
Ther conversation is cut off by Belgium screaming and crying in the distance. The two run towards her direction.
They find the country sobbing as she sits on a rock.
"Am I belgian? Or am I flemish? Or am I walloon...OH LORD I DON'T KNOW! AT THIS RATE I WON'T HAVE A GOVERNMENT AGAIN!"
"Laura, calm down bella!" Macrelo tries to reassure her by gently patting her shoulders. "Shhh..."
"Deep breaths now...once you're relaxed, tell us why you're crying. If you're fine with that, that is." Italia says.
Laura takes a deep breath and then exhales loudly. "Ah...sorry you two." She quickly aplogises. "It's just that...well...I watched a video about countries that might not exist soon...and I was on the list. Well...at least as a full country. My Dutch speakers and French speakers can't seem to come to agreements anymore and...now I'm worried for the future. What am I to you? Am I the north or the south? I mean...I speak both Dutch and French because of this madness but...which one do I speak better? Come on! My future depends on this!"
The italian duo give her some strange looks. "...does it matter?"
Laura goes pale. "I...I swear I should be two different countries by now...the language barriers are tearing my country apart, I mean...the schools even have different cirriculums depending on what language is spoken!..." She shivers. "North and South Belgium? Or Flanders and Wallonia?"
"...erm, can I please leave this georgaphy class?" Marcelo raises his hand. "I can't answer this."