[He hears rather than sees the pitchfork, and much as he wants to keep fighting, it's too much effort. Even breathing seems like too much effort, but he makes himself keep doing that.]

[As one last act of defiance he takes another pastry out of his bag and chucks it at Australia; if his brain was doing things the way it should he might have said something dramatic like "that's for Ukraine," but instead the idea sits half-formed in the back of his mind.]

[Then he lies there waits. It's not the most dignified way to go, but he can't make his body move anymore.]