Turkey had a dirty little secret. Every afternoon his favorite thing to do was put on a belly-dancing costume. He closed the door to his bedroom where he would belly dance.
Greece stopped by Turkey's house on one such afternoon in one of his attempts to get along with Turkey. Hopefully this time Greece wouldn't suffer Turkey's Hellas punch. The front door was open and so Greece invited himself in, but Turkey was nowhere to be seen. Greece could hear exotic music coming from Turkey's room. Greece knocked on the door, but the music was too loud. The door creaked open and Greece's jaw hit the floor when he saw Turkey without his white face mask or his military clothes. Instead, the conquering Mediterranean nation was dressed in a flowing purple skirt with a matching top that had shiny gold discs hanging off the hem. Turkey didn't seem to notice that the door was open. He continued to sway and bounce with the beat of the exotic rhythm. Greece hurried out of Turkey's house as fast as he could and pretended he saw nothing.
A week later after a world meeting, Greece decided he couldn't hold in what he saw at Turkey's house any longer.
"Japan, can I talk to you?" Greece asked the shy Asian country in the hallway.
"Hai?" Japan asked. "What is it you want to tell me, Greece-san?"
"I saw something strange at Turkey's house," Greece said shyly.
"What did you see that was so stlange?" Japan wondered.
"I saw Turkey wearing a woman's belly dancing costume," Greece began. "He likes to belly dance in the afternoons when no one's watching."
"That is…vely landom…" Japan said.
"I know. I didn't know Turkey was into that sort of thing," Greece said.
Meanwhile, Hungary had been overhearing the entire conversation. She made plans to go to Turkey's house that weekend and see if she could catch him belly dancing. She quietly stirred outside his bedroom with the door creaked open slightly, just enough so that she could get in there with a video camera. She watched him bounce and twirl, the purple fabric he wore floating around him in time with the music.
This is payback for all the times you attacked me when we were kids! Hungary thought to herself deviously.