"You two can't carry on like this!" UN sighed, glancing up from his files to gaze at the nations sat opposite him. "Aren't we supposed to be united? Aren't we supposed to be accepting of each other?"

"It's not that simple, UN," America scoffed. "You're an organisation, you don't understand ideologies-"

"But I understand that you're going to cause a war!" Union cried, slamming his hand on the desk with an almighty crash. "I can't just let that happen!"

"Union, be quiet! You can't possibly-"

"I have an idea," USSR interrupted, smiling serenely, though his voice remained cold and calculating.

"Which is?" America spat, turning in his seat to glare at Soviet.

"Technology." Soviet replied simply, a smirk briefly flittering across his face.

"Care to elaborate?"

"NO NUKES! FOR THE LAST TIME!" UN screamed at the superpowers, burying his head in his knees.

"I never said nukes," USSR laughed. "I meant space exploration."

"A space contest?" USA laughed harshly. "You want to race me there or something?"

"It's an alternative to war, is it not?"

"I suppose... and how do we know who wins?"

"A good question... by your low standards, anyway. What about-"

"First to put man on the moon! Deal!" America yelled, barely stopping himself from punching the air.

"Why did you ask me, then?" Soviet huffed. "Fine. First to put man on the moon. You have yourself a deal."

"This is a stupid idea," UN sighed, unfurling himself and sitting up properly.

As usual, the pair not only ignored him, but walked out of the room, as if forgetting his presence in the conversation entirely. Groaning, Union too stood up to exit the office, too exhausted to ever consider doing any more paperwork that night. Or at least he was about to, until yet another knock on his office door forced him to sit back down and fight his fatigue.

"Enter."

"Hey, dude. You wanted to see me?"

"Oh, FBI." UN tried to smile, clueless as to how to approach this conversation. "Yes... we need to talk."

"'Sup, bro?"

"Well, the thing is... you keep spying on Soviet and you're my best friend, but... If you're targeting a specific nation and we're friends, that'd make me biased and... I'm sorry, FBI, but I don't think we should be friends anymore..."

"...What?! UN, I'm an intelligence organisation, it's my job, you know that!"

"Then maybe we shouldn't have been friends in the first place! Besides, our friendship was America's idea, not mine!"

"And what about NATO?!"

"Well... he hasn't done anything, so..."

"Oh, so he can hate Soviet, but I can't?"

"Of course not!" UN yelled, tears prickling in his eyes, "Please listen, FBI, I just-"

"No! I'm leaving!"

"Please-"

"You're a filthy traitor, I hope you know that." Turning away, FBI stormed out of the room, slamming the door with an almighty bang, leaving UN alone and in tears.

Go to bed, it's too late for this, he sighed to himself, willing his stubborn legs to move and his eyes to stop watering, to no avail as more salty water dripped down his face with each helpless sob.

Sorry, this was quite short, but it needed writing and I have a load of tests coming up that I've been a bit busy with, so this is it for this chapter.

Thank you for reading this, it really means a lot to me and I hope you enjoyed it!