Russia Drabble"They are mad again. Why? Why are they mad again?" His breath leaves a fog stained on the windows as he peers outside.It's snowing. The people are out there.They are angry.His heart. It's hurting."I always try so hard. 'So hard to make our house a good home, better than others, but all they do is get mad."The metal piece is held in his hand; comforting and dangerous."Why can't everyone be happy. Can't they just play nice?"A single tear escapes. A smile creeps on his face."I don't like people who can't play nice."
America and England Drabble"Little man, It's such a pleasure to see you again."The small boy froze, spinning around on his heels, a grin instantly splashed his face. "Mr. Britain-Sir!"Arthur bent down, ruffling his hair. "I wish I could visit more." So far apart, split by seas.America's bright blue eyes shown up at him, filled with warmth and admiration. Little Alfred dove in for a hug. "You missed soooo much. I met more indians- And I chased France off- No, there are these mountains! The world is soooo big!"Embracement. The countries broke apart. "Never to big for you, love."