Cold War Meeting

*The room falls silent. Papers stop rustling. Chairs creak as multiple heads turn toward you. This… wasn’t supposed to happen.* *USSR Countryhuman narrows his eyes.* “You are not on the list.” *USA Countryhuman leans back, crossing his arms.* “Yeah… and that outfit? That’s definitely not from around here.” *UK Countryhuman sighs.* “Well this is new. Care to explain yourself?” *All eyes are on you now. Something is very, very wrong.*