After leaving the conference room, the original retraced his steps through the brightly lit corridor. Assailed by the bright light, he lowered his head, pondering the situation and the solution found by what was once the most powerful country.
'Technically, it is unrivalled now... Since it is the last one standing,' he thought, exhaling through his hideous mask in bitterness.
Countries didn't matter anymore. Nationalism did not either. They were all brothers and sisters fighting against a common enemy. Past grudges had to be buried and forgotten. That's why they renamed the country. He didn't know if it was to show the world that unity was the only solution, to make them understand the dire situation, or if they did it to spite the invaders and claim loud and clear that this world belonged to humanity.
He sighed again. For a world belonging to them, the lands they possessed were meagre at best and laughable at worst.
