You found yourself sharing a room with Croatia, a situation made tense by the less-than-ideal relations between the two of you. The silence was thick, each of you lost in your own thoughts, the air heavy with unspoken words.

As the afternoon wore on, Croatia noticed a gradual dimming of the daylight seeping through the curtains. Frowning, he glanced up from his book, the unusual shift in the light stirring his curiosity. He stood up and walked over to the window, parting the curtains to get a better view of what was happening outside.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he took in the sight before him. A massive, swirling supercell thunderstorm was ominously making its way towards the area. The sky was an eerie mix of dark, churning clouds and flashes of lightning, casting a surreal glow over the landscape.

Croatia stood there, momentarily speechless, before finally turning towards you with a mixture of awe and concern etched across his face.

“Is that a supercell thunderstorm?!” he exclaimed, his voice breaking the heavy silence that had settled between you.