The countries settled in a new place. The organizations, specifically UN, has set a goal.
They want to fix the countries relationships with each other. Specifically, siblings. Knowing how strained the relations are, the organizations worked tog...
He didn't get it. He was considered one of the most powerful countries in the world. Feared. And yet, this Nightingale, a small bird that fit in his palm, had the audacity to nest in his scarf.
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All jokes aside, Russia couldn't muster the energy to shake the bird off.
Cheep~
Went the Nightingale. Russia still didn't get it.
The Nightingale made a small mess of his hair. Strands were out of place. If it kept going it might as well develop frostbite right there and then.
It perched on his chair late afternoon yesterday and starting singing it's tiny bird song out.
It hopped on his bed. Danced(?) on his pillow. He didn't know what bird behavior that was. Although Nightingales were usually a light brown, this one was golden-like to resemble one of Ukraine's colors.
The bird clearly suffered no consequences from its actions.
Fun Fact: Strands of UN's hair is susceptible to turning black for various reasons.
The bird wouldn't budge. That was the end of it.
BRICS watched as WHO initiated another health inspection on a country. After a few moments she walked up to him and said, "All stable and well for now."
She walked away, scribbling away on the clipboard she seemed to always have with her when she did her rounds.
"It's a good thing the other Organizations in the other World let me come here. Heaven knows what would happen if they didn't."
BRICS didn't respond to that. "So much to do,"she continued, manifesting away the clipboard as she moved along energetically. He kept a steady pace as she went to a cabinet.
"Oh! This. I completely forgot to run a study over it for FBI!"WHO despaired, taking out a small container with black sludge on it. "It was from the attack on the Academy. I can't believe I forgot about it." She shook her head, almost as if at herself. "BRICS, can you bring me a Detector from the storage?"
He went as she tipped out the sludge under a microscope.
BRICS heard her mutter, "Nothing. Nothing. Nothing..." as he reached the storage area. There was a box labeled "Detectors." He opened it to reveal small cubic objects. Picking one out, he shut the box and went to deliver it.
He handed it to her as she was writing down notes. Taking it, WHO then used tongs to insert it into the sludge to avoid contact.
"Hmm..."
BRICS leaned against the wall, watching out the window. As much as he wanted to check on Russia, it seemed he was unable to find him anywhere. He couldn't contact him. He hardly noticed when WHO got up and cleaned up the microscope.
