America struts confident. "Good thing you decided to talk. I know we had some differences, but I'm sure I can persuade you to see my side of things."
"We'll see about that," she says looking around disinterested.
He turns towards her and asks friendly: "So how are things? Are you having problems with the crisis?"
"Okay, I guess. It's difficult for all."
"Well, don't worry about a thing! I am going to fix everything starting with that big mean warm-" he stops not wanting to trigger her.
"Big old who?"
Nervously patting his head, he returns to a power pose. "That... Assange character. A true criminal master mind that is," he says proud that he dodged a that awkward bullet.
"Oh yeah, I heard about that," she says crossing her hands. After a short pause she hums. "So what is exactly your plan?"
"Isn't it obvious," he looks up smug. "He'll rot in jail for the rest of his life. That will show others not to mess with my army."
"Aha," Serbia frowns. "So, what lesson do you want to teach exactly. How to make someone a martyr?" she asks confused.
America raises an eyebrow. "You know I never took that into consideration," he says absentminded. After a long pause of him staring into blank space, he concludes: "Will you excuse me for a moment. I need to talk to some people," he says hastily exiting.
Once left alone, Serbia shrugs and walks away.