In the blank space the Netherlands strutting with his pipe a frown and scarf. The narrator does her thing: "Ah this guy. With his prosperity and abundance of relaxing, um, substances, many see him as a calm and laid-back individual."
Scene from 2022: A Dutch government building with a tractor's blade comes forward dumping 'organic' fertilizer at the entrance.
Back at the plain space: Serbia chuckles, watching all of this happen. "Who knew the Netherlands has such a wild side. You two must be related," she points amused turning to Germany.
He is at his spot dunking a bag of tea into a cup. "Yeah well, I could have done worse, but I try not too. You know... for historic reasons," he mutters concentrating on activity.
She turned to take a better look. "Are you drinking tea?" she asked gobsmacked.
His hand stops mid dunk. With his nervous eyes becoming cartoonishly large, he hides the cup behind his back. "What's wrong with you! Why are you so nosy today? Don't you have your own issues to sort?" he yells, looking even more guilty.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking" she says with her her lips pressed into a wide smile, with a flashing arrow pointing at her with the sign 'Thoroughly depressed'.