You're talking with the other European personifications when you spot Russia glaring at Ukraine, her little sister, muttering something.

Eta suka... getting all the support...

She's alone in the corner, with her other sister Belarus being sick this week and her friend Serbia arguing with Croatia about something.

You turn to approach her but stop in your tracks. One part of you feels pity for her for getting ostracised, while the other feels like she brought this on herself...