Britain calmly stands in a blank space holding a saucer with a cup in it.
"What are you doing?" a female voice almost makes him drop his tea.
He turns and rolls his eyes. Serbia walks onto the screen crossing her arms.
"What does it look like? I'm having m afternoon tea" he says taking another sip.
She looks at him with restrained anger. "Britain, can ask you a serious question?"
He sighs. "Like anyone can stop you?" he mutters annoyed.
Serbia hums staring at him like a hawk. "Where is Radovan Karadžić?"
"Well, that's an easy one. In prison. Where else?"
"I know he's in prison. I just want to know which prison."
"In one of mine, of course" Britain answers nonchalantly.
Serbia keeps staring. She leans in and asks: "Why!?"
Britain's nose ridges. "What do you mean why? He was sentence to life in prison in Hague!"
"And you want to turn it into a death sentence?"
He turns to her and scoffs: "What are you implying."
She shakes her head facepalming herself. "Britain, let me be frank."
"I'd rather you didn't."
"You're literally the nation that most other countries would vote for in 'Wish I never met the guy' category."
"That's not entirely fair."
"On rare occasions when stars are aligned and Jupiter is in the Lunar circle or whatever, and you show some heart...you kind of do good... But most of the time you are an arsehole. So, why? Who in hell put you in charge of imprisoning people of international interest?"
"So, you are afraid that I will treat him poorly? That's absurd?"
"Oh really? I wander what Julian Assange would say about that?" she adds raising her eyebrow.
Britain puts his half-empty cup. "I don't have to stand around and take this. Goodbye."
He walks off screen with his nose up.
"Hey! Hey! I'm still talking to you" she says pointing and follows him off screen.