Serbia and N. Macedonia chat in the blank space. "...So I told him. I would never..." Serbia says before Russia stomps pass them with a dark cloud over his head.
"Everything okay?" she asks before her big friend turned to show deep eyebags and a frown that would scare the bravest soul.
"No" he says lowering his head. "Actually, I'm glad I bumped into you."
Walking over the two female nations, he asks: "Are you doing something tonight?"
"Who? Me?" Serbia asks.
"Yes you. I really need to relax and..."
"I'll be going now" Macedonia says before Serbia pulls her back.
She looks at her shorter friend and stutters: "Well, you know, I would, but after the last time..."
He looks straight into her eyes, with his piercing purple gaze. "Don't worry. I wont kiss you this time" he says and, not waiting for an answer, picks and places her on his shoulder. With a quiet squeak she looks left and right, turning to the confused female nation left behind.
"Should I... do something? Call someone?" she stutters watching them leave.
"Um" Serbia says in five-minds about everything. "How about this. If you don't see me tomorrow, call someone. Okay?"
"Ok" Macedonia says. Waving awkwardly she mutters: "At least you got that off your bucket list."
The next day, Croatia walks around aimlessly and bumps into a stationary Bosnia.
"Hey, how's it going?" he says to him former housemate. Bosnia stares into the sky and hushes him. "Not not. I'm having an inner debate."
Eager to talk and a little restless, Croatia looks around and sees Montenegro also staring into the sky. "Hi. What's up? Didn't see you there..." he starts awkwardly.
Montenegro turns his head only to show that he is awake (a difficult thing to see since his eyes are often drawn like Italy's) and returns his head in the same position.
"Okay, then," he says turning another way and sees Macedonia staring to the East. She turns and adds: "Have you guys seen Serbia. She said she'd be back by now."
"Oh really and where did she go?" Croatia asks.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" her voice startles the bunch. They turn towards the calmly standing nation.
"You're alive!" Macedonia yells.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Serbia says with her arms crossed. The alert male nation asks curious: "Did something happen?"
"Umm...no" she adds with a side smile and takes a puff of smoke.
He stares at her inquisitively. "She looks thinner. Doesn't she look thinner?"
Macedonia shrugs.
"Yeah and no. I have to go now. Bye," Serbia says and walks pass her older brother. Watching his melancholic expression, she asks curious: "What's up with you?"
He slowly turns her way and sighs: "I used to be so great."
Serbia scoffs dropping her cigarette and squishing it with her toes. "Oh please. You were never anything more than a bunch of mountains and a shore with dreams of grandeur."
Montenegro does not react, only slightly moving his head. She then walks away with Croatia still scratching his head. "No you definitely look skinnier. What did I miss?"
No one answers as Bosnia continues staring into the sky. Slovenia walks by the bunch hiding his face before passing them completely.