France sits in his boudoir-styled room. Accompanied by melancholic music, the camera slowly moves from the glass ashtray with a single cigarette still lit. It moves to his arm which lifelessly hangs from the side of a sofa to his shoulder stopping on his depressed face. His other hand lays on the top of his head, facing upwards.
"Oh, the hell with it all! Life is simply too...too...difficult" he says in his melodramatic fashion.
A toilet is being flushed. The music stops. Blinking twice he turns in the direction on the door. The camera moves to the toilet entrance where Serbia stands with her hands on her hips, shaking her head disapprovingly.
"What are you doing in my private quarters?!" he screams with a giant vein popping on his temple.
"I needed to pie and your room was the closest" she says swaying embarrassed.
He shrugs returning to his original pose. "Care to wallow in self-pity with me?"
"Oh please like you have the right to be so...so" she yells shaking and tightening her fists. "So 'le pathétique' all the time!"
He looks at her with a blank stare. "It is the way I have always been."
"Oh please...You have a very stable family life. Some of them even refer to themselves as 'little tribes'" she says making quote marks.
"So?"
"That's adorable!"
France laughs. Smiling he adds: "Perhaps the situation is not as bleak as it first appeared." Standing up slowly, with one elegant swoop, he bows and kisses her hand. "That you my dear for showing me the light..." He has a thought and adds flirty: "Now that we had that covered why don't we..." The lights turn pinkish and...
"Aren't you taken?" she says annoyed.
His face quickly becomes sour. "Well, now my mood is ruined. Thanks a lot" he says pouty and with his nose up.
She sighs. "Sorry. I just got tired of the dynamic. It seems that every time I have to say something important to a boy in private, it gets a negative connotation...Hell, for girls too. People should really try getting their heads out of the gutter" she says and turns to us. "And yes, I am talking about you!" she says pointing in the readers' direction.
"Seriously, do you have to be so pornographic?" she says frowning. France prances behind her waving his index finger. "No, no, no. No, no, no" he chastises like a primary school teacher.