Every countryhuman found themselves in an asylum, locked away as humans feared they posed a threat. They were all confined in a vast, white, pillowed room, stripped of their usual powers—America no longer had his eagle wings, and the UN had lost its angelic form. Now, they existed like ordinary humans. Wardens patrolled the area, monitoring their every move.

America: "I need McDonald's... I need McDonald's. I need McDonald's."

Russia: "Shut up America.."

America: "But seriously, man, I can’t focus without my fries! This place is like a prison… oh wait, it is a prison! Everything's fine in the world when you have a Big Mac in hand!"

France: "Ah, mon ami, you are overreacting. Perhaps you should embrace the finer things in life—like a nice baguette and some cheese."

America: "Baguette? What am I, a tourist? I want burgers, not breadsticks! What’s the point of being stuck here if I can’t have my comfort food?"

Germany: "We could be here for a while. Perhaps we should make the best of our situation. I suggest we collaborate on something productive—like building a new game or, I don't know, organizing a group workout."

Russia: "A workout? In this soft, pillowed room? You’re dreaming, Germany. Besides, all that will do is make me hungry. If I can’t have my borscht, I’m not engaging in any physical activity."

Japan: "I find it interesting that we are all here together. Maybe this can become a time for reflection. We’re not our countries anymore. We’re just… people."

America: "Yeah, yeah, but I’m still hungry! Can someone knock on the door and ask for a pizza or something? I’ll even settle for a frozen lunch!"

Italy: "If you’re buying, I’ll help you ask! But you don't really understand how difficult this is for a country that thrives on delicious food! I miss pasta!"