"Where do people do that tradition?" Christa asked, looking at the people singing.
"The singing? I think they do that somewhere on the east side of Wall Rose. I can't remember where though." Armin tapped his chin in thought.
"Back home, in my village, we celebrate our birthdays as a village because we're so small. Everyone has fun and eats, well, ate plenty of food. But because Wall Maria was breached, there's not as much as food as there was." Connie sighed, looking down at his lunch.
"In Trost, we get to have a small party at home." Jean looked at the others.
"Ha! It's a lot more fun to have a birthday in Shingashina! We use flowers when we celebrate something! Much better than a little party at home, Horseface!" Eren shouted, standing up from the table.
"Not true, Jaeger! Flowers are for sissies!"
"You're calling Armin and Mikasa sissies then!?" that shut Jean up. He sat down, knowing Eren had won that one, especially after mentioning his beloved Mikasa.
"How did you celebrate, at home Marco?" Connie quickly asked, trying to defuse the tension from their table.
"A cake and a party. With small presents." Marco answered, smiling softly at that memory.
"Back home, we invited a couple kids over to play on our birthdays." Christa added, from her spot next to Ymir, "how about you, Ymir?"
"Nothin' special. A song, slightly special dinner." Ymir shrugged it off, more interested in her lunch at that moment.
"Anything special for you, Mikasa?" Jean asked.
"No." Mikasa answered, thinking of her special kimono that her mother had let her wear only on the most special of days including her birthday. But to say that, she'd have to explain what a kimono was.
"Hey, guys! You should all give me a piece of your lunches because it's my birthday!" Sasha chirped, plopping down next to Connie.
"How do you celebrate birthdays back home, Sasha?" Christa asked.
"A giant feast with a main course that the birthday child has to hunt once they get old enough!" she exclaimed, reaching for Connie's food.
The rest of their lunch was spent eating AKA scarfing all their food down before Sasha got to it. But now everyone knew how the others might prefer to celebrate their birthdays during training years. Except for what Sasha kept wanting them to do. No one was going to participate in her supposed birthday celebration back from her home. Connie caved in the end, giving her that last couple bites of his bread.
Sasha was ecstatic for that, and yelled at how someone celebrated her birthday properly with her.
A/N: I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING IN NEARLY TWO MONTHS! But anyway, yes, I'm not dead. I feel really bad for not updating in that long. But, as any IB high school student knows, the work never stops. So I've been doing my homework instead of updating. Yeah, I know. I hate it to. I'd much rather write stories for this instead of my homework. Thanks for reading!
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