England stood in the elevator, looking just as smug as ever. He was holding the door open for Russia. Something he called "the gentlemanly thing to do". Reluctantly, Russia stepped inside without a word. (Sexual) Tension filled the air around them. The blonde brit decided some conversation would make the atomsphere more survivable. "So pisshead, what's this new discovery you've made? How you found another way to poison your people, or did you just brew a new batch of vodka?" Ooooh, NO HE DIDN'T. SHIT JUST GOT REAL. This made Russia want to throw him down the elevator shaft. Russia took off his dark brown gloves and cracked his knuckles, as if to "Say something else. I fucking dare you, da." England knew what Russia was implying and continued on insulting him. "Say, remember that time you jumped out of the plane? You really are a drunk, aren't you? And remember how Germany handed your ass to you on a silver platter? I guess you just aren't as-" England stopped in mid sentence because Russia started choking him.
"SAY SOMETHING ABOUT ME AGAIN, DA!"
"DUVBDKUVBXUDVXFUVFR!"
"I'LL KILL YOU, DA!"
Suddenly the elevator door opened, revealing about 30 to 80 countries standing there. Just watching Russia choke England. Russia stopped squeezing his neck uncontrollably and stepped out of the elevator. England stepped out with him and fixed his tie as if Russia didn't lay but a finger on him. Then the strangest thing happened.
They started talking like people.
"So Russia, I need to go freshen up. I'll see you at your meeting, I assume?"
"Da. I will make sure to not start it without you."
"Well, thank you Russia. Goodbye."
"Da svedanya*."
Da svedanya - Goodbye in Russian.