Something in the next room shattered. A tall man known as Russia stormed into the room you were placed in. Yes, placed. You were a lamp. You know, the thing with the lightbulb that kept a room lit. You couldn't speak or move, you couldn't do anything at all. So if Russia decided to come up and crush you with the big, lead pipe he carried, you couldn't do anything about it.
"Belarus!" Russia cried. "Where'd my pipe go?"
Belarus walked in stealthily, a dangerous sparkle in her eyes. She shook her head no. Obviously, Belarus knew where the pipe went, but refused to drop any hints. She stalked out of the room, but then seemed to teleport backin, she was in such a rush.
"If I find you your pipe, will you marry me big bruder?" She asked, more like demanded.
Russia's violet eyes widened. "No..."
Belarus looked discouraged for a moment, but her expression reverted back to normal. "We'll get married sooner or later.." She hissed, slinking away.
After Russia made sure she was gone, he started to search the room, for what, you didn't know. He smiled as he did so, like he had some weird, amazing plan. Running a hand through his wispy, pale hair, he dug through every drawer, until he got to the old dresser you sat upon.
"I need something new to hit people with..." he mumbled. "Something sturdy, da?"
He took a single look at you, then smiled his childish smile. Picking you up, he snapped the extension cord that connected you to the outlet, your power source. You didn't feel any pain of course, due to your lack of nerves, so it was impossible. It did feel like a part of you was missing, though.
He swung you in the air, brandishing you similar to how a knight would show off his sword. "This works, da? It feels like my pipe, almost." he said to himself.
He carried you out of the room, eager to show off his new weapon of choice, and you were as happy as a lamp could possibly be. In fact, Russia had forgotten about his beloved pipe. But the pipe hadn't forgotten Russia, and the pipe was enraged something had replaced it.....