America and China stand in the white blank space silent and in a not so good mood. After a while America starts: "Hey."
China looks at him with droopy eyes. "Hey."
While they talk a prancing figure is seen in the back, hoping in an uncoordinated way.
"So how are things?" America asks friendly.
China shrugs: "Could be better. You?"
America tries to fake a carefree expression but it revealed by a large sweatdrop falling from his forehead. "Great. Just great. Well, you know there is this crisis thing and, as you can assume, things aren't the best but they can be worse..."
"Right, right," his companion nods with his arms crossed. The dancing figure does its thing oblivious to the two, as they to her.
"But it's this global thing, man. Everything is topsy turvy. All nations feels it. I can only imagine how the small countries handle all the stress, you know."
"Hmmm, understandable," China answers calmly. Meanwhile, he turns finally noticing that they are not alone. What he seems baffles him to no end. Serbia hops around with a rhytmic gymnastic ribbon, twirling it, moving it left and right and generally enjoying the thin fabrics beautiful movements.
"What on earth are you doing?" China asks, adding a raised eyebrow to his established posture.
Noticing him, the smiling nation stops what she is doing and rushes towards them. "I just love these!" she sings happy with the red shiny fabric wrapped around both her fists.