In the white area, Serbia looks up casually. America walks a little further behind her. He stops upon spotting her, pulls down his sunglasses and struts close.
"Ah just the person I was expecting to see" he says standing very close with his chest comically out.
"Pardon?" she asks confused.
America smirks mysteriously. "You really thought you could get away with it, haven't you?"
The female nations blinks, baffled even more. "I'm sorry. I don't know what you are talking about" she adds slowly.
The smug nation hands her a bunch of papers. As she looks through them frowning, he continues: "You should know by now that nothing escapes my watchful eye. The things you said and did here would get you cancelled back over at my place. Or maybe even worse..."
She looks over the papers with her eyebrows growing closer and closer together. "I took this picture, but don't think I posted it anywhere."
America shrugs. "What can I say except you should be more careful when out drinking."
"Oh please. I am a professional nation. I never got so drunk that I didn't remember when I posted something," she mutters, intensely inspecting each page. "And this I posted in a private group chat. Only three people could have seen it" she says turning to him with a scorn-filled frown.
He turns to her slightly awkward. It was not the reaction he was expecting. "From what I can see, you said some pretty nasty things in that chat" he says double-checking the page.
"It was supposed to be funny, and private" she says coldly.
"Well, many people didn't like it."
"What part of a private chat do you not understand?" she blurted still scowling at him.
He swallowed his spit and continued in a carefree fashion: "You should really be careful what you put online. What goes online, stays online and things like that" he shrugs again, not so sure of himself.
She grumbles looking back at the papers. Serbia's eyes go up and down one page, and sighs frustrated. "And this I told my brother. While we were in our vacation home, which is on the hill with no houses close by."
"Oh" he adds growing increasingly anxious.
"Oh, is right. Care to explaining how you found this one out?" she turns to him gawking in a way that made the hairs on his body stick out.
"Umm... perhaps someone overheard you and tweeted it out" he says taking a step back as she takes a step towards him.
"The only other company we had were flies, and I doubt they had access to the Internet, because we sure didn't have it" she says in a threatening way, not taking her eyes off him as she takes another step. "Care to shrug this one off as well?"
The large nation starts shivering, tapping his index fingers as a coping mechanism. "Wow, going away with your brother to a secluded place sure sounds sus. Care to explain why you were there in the first place?" he tries to say in a domineering manner but with his cracked voice it just sounds dorky.
She grabs both sides of his jacket and clenches them tight. "Hey!" he yells taken aback.
Breathing heavily and with mad eyes, Serbia asks: "Where did you get these from?"
"The Internet! I told you. Now let go! You're ripping my shirt" he says trying to break loose.
She tightens her grip even more and puts her enrages face even closer to his. "Tell me, America. What gives you the right to do such things? Who are you to treat people like this? Spy and collect their most private moments. Watch them 24/7. Attack them when they are at their most vulnerable!" she utters growing more menacing with each breathe.
"Now wait a sec..." he says right before Serbia starts to violently shake him. Stunned by her strengths, he yells out as his head and torso move up and down with incredible speed as her body becomes covered with a black aura. "Stop it! You're making me sick!"
"As you should, you prowling pervert! I bet you have an entire collection of things like these. Keeping them in your closet like rare Pokemon cards, just waiting to be used when it suits your interest... Where did you get these documents from? ANSWER ME!" she screams from the top of her voice. Her eyes shine bright red as she proceeds to shake him like a ragdoll.
"A, a, a, a" he says with each thrust. Finally managing to break free, he heaves traumatized. "Alright, you are clearly not in the right state of mind to talk about your racist and sexist views. I'll come back when you feel more sane," he utters and hurries away from her.
"Don't you run away from me. Tell me where you got these papers from?" she rages following him.
"Would you look at the time. I have to go. See ya," he says off-screen.
"I'm not done yet!" she shouts, off-screen as well. "Answer meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"HEY!" he screams in panic, stammering. "Watch the hair!"