Next scene: Front of the EU cafe. Greece is leaning on the wall waiting, looking at the street. Serbia approaches with a heavy bag on her shoulder. We can hear the sound of glass bottles from it.

"Hey, what're you doing?

"People watching."

"Sounds good. I'll join you." she says leaning as well."So did you change your mind?" she smiles.

"No...got a smoke?"

She frowns but offers him a pack anyway. "You really have to stop mooching off and get your own."

Greece sighs and takes one. "I wish I could... Hey, I have to ask...you're no richer than me. How come you always have so much cigarettes?" He them lights up the smoke. His face turns red as soon as the smell reaches his nostrils and he starts coughing.

"What's this?! Are you trying to kill me?!" he says weak.

"Oh give me a break. It's just cut tobacco*. Can't afford anything better" she says lighting up one herself.

*if you think regular cigarettes smell bad, you should smell burning non-processed tobacco leaves

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Czechia comes over with The Netherlands and Spain. "Looks like everyone from my team is here." She turns to Serbia. "Where's your team?"

Serbia is shocked. She stares at Greece with disapproving beams coming out of her eyes. He smiles still massaging his chest after the effects of the thing he inhaled.

Bulgaria, Macedonia and Romania arrive shortly all carrying a great amount of liquor.

"So, don't mind me asking but why these guys?" she asks looking at the two EU countries.

Spain presents a roll of paper with his music on it. The other team is impressed. "Wow this sounds great. I guess tomorrow night is gonna be awesome whoever wins" Romania smiles.

"I would prefer if we won" The Netherlands adds. "I've set up a small gambling pool. It will earn me some extra cash."

"Isn't it adorable how he always finds a way to profit" Czechia laughs.

"Yeah, a real gogetter attitude" the other guys smirk.

After sitting down and agreeing on the rules, they put a bowl with small sheets of paper containing the alcohol they brought. Bulgaria and Serbia had a small scuffle about who will drink if rakija comes up but after a quick "rock-paper-scissors" game, Bulgaria won while Serbia was given beer.

Next scene: Serbia is sulking. "You ruined everything" she mutters.

"Oh come on. Don't be such a baby" Bulgaria says.

She stays quiet.

"Here, you pick the first one" Spain pushes the bowl towards here.

She picks one and reads it: "Beer. Well that's me." Serbia instinctively looks at Czechia who just smiles.

"So how are we gonna do this?"

Czechia chuckles and declares: "Well, we all know that for us it takes a huge amount of alcohol to get drunk and we don't have all night. So I thought of a quicker way."

Slovakia comes over with 2 extremely tall beer dispensers. The necks of all the nations go up. The tops of the devices reach the ceiling.

"Bottoms up" Czechia says opening the faucet and quickly chugging the first glass. Serbia copies her move. The others root. Serbia glances at her opponent. The dispensers are being emptied quickly and very soon the beer in both almost reaches the middle mark. Czechia is in the lead. In order to drink faster, Serbia gets on the table, opens the upper lid and prompts the dispenser up a wall. Her opponent follows. A crowd starts to form. Serbia hoists her container up so she can get a sharper angle. She miscalculates and a great amount of beer splashes soaking her entire head and a part of her back.

"One point for us" The Netherlands announces gleefully while the crowd applauds.

While Czechia celebrates, Serbia goes to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Next scene: Macedonia and Greece stare intensely at each other. Ouzo was chosen.

"You are going down you little name-sealer" he says pouring a shot.

"I shall prevail. In the name of my great ancestor Alexander the Great I shall be victorious!" she fearlessly replies.

The two slam the first shot like it's water. Many more come next. Slovakia approaches Czechia: "Serbia has been in the bathroom for 15 minutes. Why don't you go and check on her."

"Do I have to?" she groans while others cheer at the spectacle. She is barely tipsy let alone drunk.

"Well I certainly can't. It's the girl's bathroom."

She gets up annoyed. "Why can't this place have unisex washrooms. Suddenly everyone's a prune" she complains.

Next scene: In the bathroom, Serbia's head is under the air dryer.

"Hey, is everything okay...wow?" Czechia says as she enters.

"I know, it looks terrible, right?" she replies miserable. Her hair is dry but instead of being straight it falls in lose waves.

"Actually, it's kind of cute in that wild pre hair-conditioner way" Czechia chuckles.

"Oh, stop it. It's horrible. The way it's neither straight nor curly...It's also very strong. So difficult to shape. If I didn't have an industrial clothing iron at home I would barely leave the house. Not even brute force can make it submit. It's like each hair has a mind of its own and each one is stubborn and thinks it knows better! I HATE IT*!" (#thestruggleisreal, #gilrswillunderstand)

Czechia hides a giggle. Three dots appear above her head one by one and turn into girly flowers.

"Ignoring the complete irony of what you just said... I think I have a solution. Wait here."

"Like I have a choice" the other replies thinking what she can use to either flatten her hair or chop it off.

As Czechia opens the door Bulgaria's worried face appears. He is carrying passed out Macy on his back.

"Can you take care of her? Maybe splash some water on her face or something?" The camera goes to Macy's face and we see her drooling and mumbling.

Next scene: The two girls are left alone in the washroom. Macedonia is still unconscious with a towel placed under her head as a pillow. Serbia softly splashes her with water every so often. She has tied her hair back so tight that she almost gave herself a facelift.

"I'm back!" Czechia cheerfully declares carrying her handbag and a double espresso. She places the cup near Macy's nose who very soon starts showing signs of life.

"You, sit down on this stool" she orders Serbia scrambling through her bag.

"Excuse me?"

"Come on let's tame that nest on your head" Czechia says mischievously picking up a curler. Serbia looks at it and chuckles.

"What's wrong? Haven't you had your hair curled before."

"It's not that," she chuckles again, "I was just thinking, your hair is so short. Why would you carry a large cylindrical curler in your bag like that."

A puff of air comes out of Czechia's nostrils. She guides still smirking Serbia to a small chair.

"You shouldn't make fun of someone who is about to hold a very hot rod near your face."

The remark makes Serbia burst out laughing to the sound of which Macedonia finally raises her head.

"You are such a troll! Hold your head straight before I change my mind. And for your information I use it for my ends."

"Okay" she responds still a little giggly.

Next scene: "There. It's finally done"

We see Serbia looking at herself in the mirror. The curls gently fall giving her a much more delicate and feminine appearance. Macy is quietly sipping her coffee, moaning over her defeat.

"Nice job" Serbia says calmly.

"You like it?" she asks pleased.

"Yeah." She takes a selfie which she immediately posts to Nationbook (an equivalent to Facebook for nations)

"That good huh?" Czechia says smug. "Come on, the third round has started already."

Next scene: Spain is breathing heavily with his face all red. Bulgaria doesn't look too good either. They take another shot of a see-through liquid. The piece of paper near the bowl says 'Rakija (S)'.

"What the hell is this Serbia?! Are you trying to poison us."

"Don't be so dramatic. It's just a bit stronger than usual" Serbia responds to Bulgaria while texting with someone.

"A bit stronger! This is a drop away from being methanol!" He takes another shot. Hearing this, Spain is reluctant but bravely swallows his share.

"Don't worry, it's perfectly safe. I made it myself" she says and smiles at the text she received.

"That doesn't fill me with hope" he coughs after one more drink.

Serbia doesn't respond but keeps texting and occasionally smiling. Macedonia sneaks a peak at her phone and starts giggling and making kissy faces. Serbia reacts by giving her a playfully pat.

"Who are you talking to anyway?" Romania gets curious.

"Russia."

The others gasp shocked.

"What? He commented on my photo and we started chatting. Nothing wrong with that."

"You know we mustn't talk with him" Czechia says scared. The Netherlands frantically shakes his head.

"No...you can't talk to him. I'm still not in the EU. I can talk to anyone as long as I'm honest about it."

Spain finally collapses and Bulgaria raises his hands victorious. No one pays attention to him because the others are still staring as Serbia.

"Serbia, as a friend, I must advise you not to spend so much time with him. You'll get in trouble." Romania speaks.

"I don't know why all of you are so scared of him. He's actually a great guy. He saved my life so many times. And..."

"Russia is the most evil nation in the world!" The Netherlands shouts raising up with fire burning in his eyes. The other nations, Czechia, Romania and Bulgaria, which were actually under his rule, look at him with raised eyebrows. "How would you know?" Czechia says with a neutral expression on her face.

"From the media" The Netherlands responds sitting down confused by the question.

"Hey, I won! We get a point" Bulgaria shouts making everyone pay attention to him.

"Great job. You get to keep your Balkan man card" Serbia says a little uneasy. She pauses and sends another text.

"Well, I'm off now. I got invited to another party" Serbia says packing her bag and getting her jacket.

"Aren't you going to stay until the end? It's not nice to leave in the middle of a game" Greece says a little hurt. He is pretty drunk but still capable of functioning normally.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll manage without me. Well, bye."

"Good riddance" Bulgaria adds.

"Bye. Be careful. For the night is dark and full of terrors" Romania grins ready to pick the next drink.

This makes Serbia smile. She turns back looks him straight in the eye and pulls an extremely sharp military knife from her bag. Then, without looking, she throws it and the dart board near the door, all the way on the other end of the cafe, hitting it straight in the bulls-eye. "You were saying?"

"Show off" Macy snuffs.

"I meant to say be gentle to the muggers and perverts who mistake you for a defenseless girl walking alone at night" Romania adds.

Serbia smirks enigmatically.

"See you all tomorrow night" she says, goes to the door and takes her knife.