Montenegro looks around disinterested picking his ear with his little finger. He is completely unaware that Russia tiptoes next to him. The large nation stands smiling leaning towards his small buddy waiting to be noticed. Finally, he clears his throat. Montenegro turns looking up. Russia quickly stands up.
"Why hello there!" he utters acting bored. "Haven't seen you in a while."
Montenegro does not reply. He is too busy sipping a bottle of beer.
Russia blinks making a confused face. "Fine, if you want to play it that way" he says crossing his arms.
The little nation turns to him again. "You wanna beer?" he says offering the pouty nation a bottle. Russia looks at him with cartoonishly large eyes ready to burst into tears. They stare at each other before Russia grabs the little guy and squeezes him tight.
"I knew you were still my friend" he cries hugging the ribs out of Montenegro. The though little nation does not seem to mind. "Did you ever doubt it?" he smiles.
"Not at all. You know I appreciate you. You are like a brother from another mother" Russia says happy.
Montenegro puts his arm over on his buddy's huge shoulder. "I would give you my only sister as a Christmas gift, if I could."
The camera moves a little to the right, showing Serbia holding a beer, watching him dumbfounded. "What the f*cks the matter with you."
The two blink at her annoyed expression when Britain walks into the screen. Seeing her he tries to tiptoe away.
"Hey" Serbia yells pointing. "I saw you! Just where do you think you're going?! We still haven't finished our discussion!"
Britain bolts away, with her running in beat. "Don't make me repeat myself! You wouldn't like me when I'm angry!" she says leaving the two hugging bros.