Turkiye takes a stroll down the blank space and spots Serbia watching TV. He hears his language and is immediately intrigued.
"Hello. What are you doing there?" he says, making the girl jump startled.
"Hey, don't sneak up on me like that. It's not war, you know," she says annoyed.
Turkiye chuckles sitting next to her in the same way. "I noticed you watch one of my shows. Mind if I join you?"
"No, just be quiet will you? It's the final episode and I want to see if this pure-hearted protagonist girl will get her happy ending..."
The nation next to her smiles with a large sweat drop appearing on his head. She glances at him with a piercing gaze. "You better not kill this one off" she says in a low threatening tone.
He rubs the back of his head, with a mischievous grin. "You'll see."
The final five minutes air and, of course, she dies.
Serbia is standing and hitting the giggly Turkiye with a pillow. "It was emotional, wasn't it. Did you see how I played with the images of..."
"What. is. wrong. with. you!? Why. do. you. keep. doing. that?" she says landing a strike with each word.
The giggly male nations says with a wide satisfied grin. "It's what I do. Stop. It tickles."