you were walking in the busy streets, stepping over the cracks of the sidewalks before noticing what seemed to be Russia and America, who were currently off toward the distance, maybe the opposite sidewalk as you, arguing about who was better. Russia was drinking from his vodka bottle, and America was just bickering on and on.

AMERICA: “• oh yeah? I’d like to see you try! I bet I have more powerful nukes than you!! •”

RUSSIA: “• oh really? BAH! My military is stronger than yours, all you do is fly planes and do pointless training! •” he says, raising his eyebrow smugly as he took a sip from his vodka, the other arm crossed.