The same background as always (an empty white place). Serbia takes a few casual steps. She seems deep in thought. "Oh hello" she says noticing us. "Sorry. I've just want to check something" she says looking around. The camera moves towards America who has been conveniently eating his lunch at that very moment. "And it looks like I found my volunteer" she says as he is about to take a large bite out of his hamburger.
"How's it going US?" she says putting her arm on his shoulder. He turns at her confused by her boldness. "Hey...you" he says raising his eebrow.
"It's Serbia" she calmly replies. "Say, I have a thought experiment I would like you to help me with."
"I'm actually busy" he adds walking away and is immediately pulled back. He turns baffled and annoyed, tries to walk away again but Serbia pulls him in again, this time resting her elbow on his shoulder. "WTF! When did you get so strong?" he yells mad.
Serbia scoffs: "This is nothing. Now...trust me, it will be quick. I simply need you to answer a few questions."
Groaning, America accepts.
"Great! So you remember Croatia, right?" she says making him immediately bolt. The skinny girl quickly returns him to him spot.
"If I say yes. Will you let me go?"
"Not yet. And relax. I know you don't care about his actions. Despite him murdering, banishing, destroying and stealing property of hundreds of thousands of his own people for the high-school equivalent of not belonging to the right 'click'. There is also this peculiar case where their singer Severina lost custody of her son, but again you also tend to punish celebrities that don't always sing to your tune so, nothing new there..." she shrugs.
"As long as he is a democratic nation striving towards stability in the region, he is alright with me" America states with his head high.
Serbia rolls her eyes. "Anyway, what would you say if I told you he abandons puppies on the road after they grow up?"
"What?!" America yells with a horrified stare.
Serbia nods. "That's right. As soon as the puppies become too big for the home. they pack them in the car, mostly during vacation time, and leave them on the free way while they head for the seaside. At least that is what I heard."
America shakes his head with his eyes still wide. "Who would do such a horrible thing? I mean the humanity ..." he screams waving his hands frantically.
The camera moves from calm Serbia and still upset America to France and Britain.
"Simply goes to show that our so-called universal moral compass, is more based on our own preferences and habits rather than anything else" France utters with a sigh.
Britain wrinkles his upper lip. "I never understood his obsession with dogs. I rather think foxes are superior."
"Oh really? I what way?" France asks.
"Well, they are obviously smarter. Have you ever seen a fox hunt its pray in the snow? They can even get rid of flees by themselves. A fox goes through a bush. It them picks its fur from it with its mouth. Then it submerges into water with only its mouth above it. The flees flee from the water into the mouth and consequently the ball of fur. Then the fox releases it and swims away, leaving the flees in the fur ball."
France listens intrigued. "It seems you admire them greatly. But wait! Didn't you hunt foxes with a pack of hungry dogs, until they caught and ripped them apart?"
Britain turns to his friend. "How else could you catch such a cunning creature?" he says straightforward.
France blinks and turns back to the still-rambling America.