Somewhere in the UN Headquarters, in a UN meeting, United Nations still hasn't arrived to host the meeting, leaving the nations in the room to chatter and banter to each other. Among the nations was Serbia, in the Balkan section of the room. He was between Croatia and Bulgaria. Serbia yawned loudly and leaned on the desk, tapping it with his fingers with a bored expression.

"О, у име Светог Јевстатија... I could really go for a drink right now..."

Serbia yawned again and not caring if he was a bit too loud, glaring firmly at Croatia whenever she tried to glance at him. He then scratched under the edges of his eye-patch as it got itchy before continuing to tap on the desk to pass the time.

"Бог... Where is that 'peacekeeping' idiot?"