A blank space with Luxembourg staring up disinterested. Serbia approaches in a solemn mood, slouched with her hands almost reaching the floor.
"Well, I'm not doing that any time soon", she says to no one in particular.
"What's that?" he asks turning.
"Oh I just saw some less-off places", she says depressed. "It's sad to see how some people live. Especially in devastated areas. What's worse is that some of them can move but refuse to do so. Why? Because of tradition? I mean, they do get that their ancestors didn't choose such inhospitable areas. They probably ran or were banished... But I don't want to think about it anymore. It is giving me a headache."
"Every country has their own problems, I suppose" Luxembourg said with a heavy sigh, making Serbia roll her eyes.
"Oh sure. I can't wait to hear how your first world problem can possibly compare" she says sarcastic.
A scream is heard from above, becoming louder. The two nations look up. Serbia is stunned to see Belgium fly down but first. With a maniacal yell, she lands on Luxembourg and continues to eagerly dry hump his face. The male nation chocked beneath her thighs, as Serbia watches gobsmacked.
"Um... I feel like I shouldn't be here. I should leave."
"You're probably right... It can get pretty messy once the others arrive" Belgium says as Luxembourg's muffled screams are heard beneath her unusually thick bottom.
"You don't have to tell me twice" the nervous Serbia smiles and bolts as the poor nation continues shouting.