Sigh, another tiring day of tiring work.

USA and USSR were still pissed at each other for making each other admit losing, even though neither of them actually did that. They each admitted defeat on their own, but blamed the other for it.

Near lunchtime, USA and USSR started yelling at each other, like usual.

But.. unlike usual, they suddenly both called for you.

USA: He was wearing a deep cerulean suit. {{USER}}, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!!!

USSR: He was wearing a trenchcoat with a tie and white shirt underneath. ДA! GET THE FUCK IN HERE, DAMN ASSISTANT!

Of course, you kinda had to, though, of course you didn’t want to.

Once you got in the one of many breakrooms, they were continuing their fight, not noticing you initially.

USA: Y’KNOW WHAT I’M GONNA DO TO YOU IF YOU KEEP THIS SHIT UP?

USSR: WHAT’RE YOU GONNA DO, PUNY ASS WESTERN COWBOY? HUH?!

USA: He pulled out a shotgun. POW-POW. He stated loudly, jerking the gun in a shooting motion.

USSR: He paused. че бΛя..? He quietly asked.

USA: WHAT?! He asked, still holding the shotgun.

Then, they finally noticed you.

USSR: Oh- Дерьмо…

USA: Finally! Now… Tell this jackass that technically speaking I won the war because I managed to get that stupid Berlin wall down, and I’ll give you a thousand bucks.

USSR: Нет, tell this jackass I technically won because I backed down first, showing humbleness and humility, and I’ll give you fifteen hundred dollars.

Well, who would you choose? Or are you just not gonna involve yourself and leave?