End of 19th century
An official Austrian delegation enters the Serbian Old Palace. They are greeted by the king along side the Serbian officials. The first thing the delegation is offered is a silver plate with sweetened cherries and water glasses {similar to the bred and salt promise but waaaay sweeter. You're suppose to take only one spoon-full btw}. Both nations are their. They greet each other formally and exchange small-talk. After the meeting, Austria asks Serbia to take a walk with him.
Next scene: The two nations walk the streets of Belgrade. "How have you been my friend?" Austria says emphatically.
"Good, thank you for asking" Serbia replies formally. They continue walking.
"You didn't need to call out Germany like that. He was very upset when he returned to my palace" Austria says calmly.
Serbia nods: "It was pretty obvious what he was doing."
"Well, he is extremely sensitive" Austira continues. Serbia rolls her eyes. After a minute she says: "I see. Please convey my sincerest apology if I don't have a chance to apologize in person soon."
"I will. If he hasn't forgotten it by now. And what was that nonsense with 'your story'. What did you mean by that?" Austria asks.
"Oh, I was just playing with his head" she says calmly, turns to the readers and winks.
"I figured as much" Austria says smiling.
"Where would you like to go your Empire? To see a play, have dinner..." Serbia starts. At that moment, Austria interrupts: "Oh for Heaven sake Serbia. Stop with all the formalities. Are you still salty because of the division? Don't you have your people spread all over the world?"
Serbia blinks: "Yes, that is true. However, I thought that this is the proper way to address you now... Since I am only a small country near your borders."
Austria sighs annoyed. "Well, it's not. Such bevavior is only necessary for court. Now stop acting so stuffy and take me to some place fun" he says. She smiles mischievously.
Next scene: A cobblestone street filled with kafanas with live music in each one. Austria looks around and points: "Let's go there?"
"No" Serbia replies with her hands in her trouser pockets.
"How about there" Austria shows another place.
"Just follow me and don't wander off" she says slightly annoyed.
"I can manage by myself. I am a nation after all" he adds. "Please don't. I wouldn't want to have to explain to your boss and Hungary what happened to you" Serbia replies.
Next scene: Inside one of the kafanas. There are tables and live music, as well as people enjoying themselves. The band and the female singer, in a dress way skimpier than was the norm for that time, are making the crowd cheer and sing with them. The intoxicated Austria is enjoying the spectacle, while Serbia is at the bar talking to the owner of the place. It is a short older woman with shiny black hair although it could easily have been a wig. The tanned lady was a true mystery. She told Serbia that she was an illegitimate child of a Hungarian aristocrat. Others that she came from Ukraine. She kept changing the story depending on who she was talking to. She would change her accent in the same manner.
"...Let me tell you, If I was the queen, I would double the number of kafanas. If there wasn't enough space on land, I would build them over the river" the owner says into Serbia's ear. She laughs chugging her drink.
"River? Why not the sky?! We could make kafanas dangling of large sticks. That would be a fun experience" she jokes.
Next scene: Early morning. We see Austria asleep in a wheelbarrow. Serbia pushes it onto the street. "Thanks for letting me borrow this. I'll send someone to return it in an hour or so."
"Anything for you. By the way, will you think about my proposal?" the lady says to Serbia who nods. "It's a good idea but, in the long run, it will only damage my reputation. Hard to be taken seriously if you are seen as the party nation, you know?"
"Oh well. It was just an idea" the owner says and they say goodbye. The wheelbarrow hits the cobblestone and the bumpy trip back to the palace begins.