The EU finally comes over, lured out by the story of the girl who waited. The nation in question was sitting a little slouched as her heels tapped the cube from sheer boredom. As she walks over with grace and poise fitted to her, we can see that the EU is a female figure of exceptional beauty. Her unearthly features seem like carved out of marvel. Her skin so flawless it appears to glow with a chilly aura, making a person think of peppermint. Something that, surprisingly, only adds to her allure. The figure moves with each twist of the hand, each bend of the knee strategically placed to assure the most elegance. Each expression she made, and she had many, were so calculated and coordinated that it would lead you to wonder just how much time she had to spend in front of the mirror practicing.

"My, my, my. Still waiting?" EU cooed with only a slight dose of gloating. Her curiosity seemingly overpowering her usual fully-arrogant display.

Serbia sighs, annoyed by the constant interruptions. "I'm busy EU. Any concerns you have, you can settle it with my team."

Still, the personification of the most coveted union does not leave, observing her cautiously while walking in a semicircle. "Such a nice dress. Manages to do bring out your figures better qualities. Well, to the best of its abilities" she teases as her high heels tap on the hard floor bellow. Looking around, she adds "Where's your date?"

Serbia does not reply, ignoring her as much as humanly possible.

"Don't tell me he stood you up?" EU acts concerned. "And with female nations being such rarity. Tisk, tisk, dear. What have you gotten yourself into?"

"It's not that simple" the sitting girl mutters.

"Then what is it?" the breath-taking woman replies leaning in. Her hair seemed silky, making those close think of creamy treats. It was difficult to pinpoint the exact color of her hair. It seemed as if it complied to whatever preferences the interlocutor had. Her eyes were icy cold and deep. She was everything a man would ever want, and everything that would annoy other woman to tears. "Do tell dear. Everyone is dying to know."

She lowers her head, silent.

The EU sighs, tilting her head and lowering her brows concerned. "Oh you poor thing. You have so much to learn about men. Luckily, I'm in a good mood to give you an advice or two."

"Is that so?" Serbia asks ironically.

"Of course" the union grins showing off her pearly smile. "In fact, I have an entire song and dance routine. Disney style."

"Hmm, seems appropriate since you have been spending so much time deep in his as-"

"Now listen, girl, what I'm saying!" EU sings as the background turn red and black. The blank space changes into a hall with sharp geometric tiles and high windows.

"You won't get a better cue!

The way to a male heart isn't easy.

Oh dear, you have no idea how they are cruel.

(EU has a whole choreography, dancing around the cube as Serbia observes her stunned by the elaborate scenery that suddenly appeared)

They chase and plead until they woo you!

Promising the moon and sky and stars!

But when they get what they want!

Do you know what happens? (bam, bam)

When they get your heart? (bam, bam)

Do you know what happens?

(the background dims down)

"Um, they leave?"

"EXACTLY!" the gorgeous woman screams with her hands up. Even then, her beauty remains intact.

She continues her act.

"Do you think I have it easy.

This perfect features have a price, you know.

They say be beautiful."

"Okay" an invisible choir adds, magically popping out of the ground.

"They say be fair."

"Alright."

"They say be highbrow."

"I'll try."

"They say be fun."

"Ok."

"They say be educated."

"Will do."

"They say be kind."

"Sure thing."

A toilet paper role flies from the spiral staircase rolling and growing longer until it reaches her feet.

"But in reality even if you achieve all those numerous demands, like I did" she smiles swaying boastfully. "In reality all you need is just one thing you need to do" EU adds mysteriously.

"Like what?" the choir whispers intrigued.

The tall figure steps towards the cube, with her eyes wide open. Serbia tilts to the other side, not sure what the heart queen will do.

"Just be perfect enough for others to adore you." The EU makes a dramatic pose. "Never too far but neither too close. At arms length to bast in your light but not to feel its warmth."

(the music stops as the choir gasps)

Serbia blinks.

"Not something to have" EU continues in a low tone.

"Huh?" the choir gasps.

"Yes. Not something to actually hold.

Because, believe me when I say.

You can try until you break. (Bam Bam)

You can tear yourself apart. (Bam bam)

You can give it all for the union of two hearts, (violins turn epic)

But the moment that beacon.

The one that guides in the night.

Reaches the palm of their hand…

You will never be as perfect,

as the girl they concocted in their head!"

"Oh!" the choir sings confused.

"Oh, is right! So give up. No man is worthy of your love. (Bam, Bam, Bam)

Take what you can! (Bam, Bam)

Bleed them dry! (Bam X3)

Let them adore you!

But never yield.

They will not care how precious you are,

if you kneel!"

"Never yield!" the choir concludes as the costumed EU pants with one arm up thus concluding her epic act.

Serbia puts one leg over the other and claps. "Bravo! Loved the theatrics of it all. But you didn't have to try so hard. Mere observation was enough to pick up on your loony ideas on men."

"What? You insolent little nothing! How dare you call my ideas loony!" the union growled.

"It's a good thing you keep all your admirers at arms length. If they knew how bat-shit crazy your world view was, they'd be running away as fast as their legs could carry them."

The woman grinds her teeth, still managing to look gorgeous while doing it. "Oh that is it! I cannot wait to find out who you were supposed to have a date with? I am going to charm him so hard, he will forget your very existence. We will laugh at you together! And everyone else will join along. HA HA HA HA!"

"Though luck with that" Serbia mumbles looking at her nails.

"What?"

"I said, you are barking up the wrong tree. I am not waiting on a man."

"Then who are you waiting for? And when is that coming?"

Crossing her arms, Serbia replies with a smirk. "You'll see."

Starting to shake from rage, EU scoffs furious. "Fine! Don't tell me! You won't be able to keep this charade up for much longer."

"Spare me the melodrama. You're the one keeping up the charade!"

"Excuse me!" the union replied with mouth and eyes comically large.

"Oh don't act like that! I can see a cry for help when I need one, I'm not as easily manipulated as one of your simps," Serbia blurts. "You don't give a flying sh*t about me, you just know that finding out the reason I am hear would earn you popularity points. Honestly EU! Don't you ever get tired of that game? Do you really have to be so damn 'perfect' all the time?"

"HA!" the union arches her neck. "That is rich coming from you. I guess it's easy to talk about popularity like that from the bottom of the barrel."

Serbia does not get mad. Counting to ten she lets out a deep sigh. "At least I don't have to pretend every moment of my existence!... Seriously, all that pent-up loathing must be eating you alive. Not to mention how it makes you feel about yourself. Are you sure you can live with the philosophy you spewed just now?"

The coveted union starts to cackle in the most rehearsed way possible. Opera singers would envy her range.

"Honestly Eu! At least try being yourself for a while! For a moment. You may loose your many admirers, but in return you may find one who will accept you for who you are. Doesn't that sound like a fair trade?" she says a little sad.

The EU stops, with her mood slowly turning grey.

"Is that all you have to say?" the EU asks.

"Yes," the girl on the cube concludes and looks away.

Not sure how to feel, the EU storms off screen with the choir awkwardly picking up all the pieces of her grand performance and taking it away.

Serbia sighs from relief. "Finally, some piece."