a world meeting. a certain masked man is talking.
'...so I changed my name to türkiye cuz it suits me better' he proclaims, informing everyone of the recent change. oh well he also changed the name cuz of the thanksgiving and gobble gobble jokes but it's not like he's gonna say it.
'wait so u can change ur name just like that?!' bulgaria exclaims in shock and disbelief, interrupting him.
'yeah duh'
'hmmmm...' bulgaria goes quiet for the rest of the meeting, pondering something. this is quite unusual for him, because when he's quiet at these meetings, he's usually asleep. he most often spends his time cracking jokes, making fun of people (he's not mean and he doesn't mock stuff such as poverty, hunger, suffering and war), chatting with romania, playing games on his phone, watching stuff on his phone or distracting himself with something else.
yadda yadda the meeting ends. a month passes. now it's time for another world meeting.
'hi bulgaria-'
'I'm not bulgaria anymore' then he goes to the podium. 'so guys I changed my name too!'
several surprised 'huh's are heard across the room. he can discern germany's groan and romania's hurt 'wait what u didn't tell me anything?!'
'how do we refer to u now?' somebody asks.
the man on the podium takes a deep breath.
'from now on, I'm THE LEGENDARY YOGURTMASTER.'
meanwhile, somewhere in the afterlife, old great bulgaria's tearing his hair off. oh well not literally cuz the only hair he has is a braid that starts from the top of his head, the rest of his head is shaven. he's rlly angry tho. like his blood is boiling. not literally (again). cuz he's a ghost and ghosts don't have any blood. and the oghuz khaganate is like :DDDDD which only makes old great bulgaria angrier.
YO IT'S BEEN A YEAR SINCE THIS FANFIC STARTED
btw did u know that bulgaria is the oldest country in europe that hasn't had its name changed