the 3rd of march. all of bulgaria's friends have gathered to celebrate. there are dozens of nations and several long tables stacked with food. there are various salads and condiments (including yogurt, qatiq & various types of fermented milk products from all parts of bulgaria yeah if u didn't know there are many types of fermented milk products here, like in 1 place there's this thing called qatiq, in another place, this same thing is called kutmach and the word qatiq is used for a different dairy product yeah). there are also many types of bread, steaks of various types of meat, many different types of drink (wine, soft drinks, rakiya, punch, ayran, water, carbonated water, vodka, other alcoholic drinks etc). there's a huge cake that has 3 stories and the top one is white, the 2nd is emerald green and the lowest one is tomato red (there are no tomatoes involved). this time the party wasn't a surprise party cuz bul's friends didn't want to repeat last year's mistake.

'damn man this tastes awesome' turkey tells bulgaria while eating some sarmi with yogurt. 'especially the yogurt, it's so good, it's much better than greece's yogurt'

'what did U SAY?' greece gets all riled up.

'that bulgaria's yogurt is much better than yours'

'NO ITS NOT I'M EATING IT RIGHT NOW AND I CAN TELL'

'maybe u two just have different tastes, just bc turkey says my yogurt is better, doesn't mean that it feels that way to everyone, maybe to someone else your yogurt is better' bul tries to reason but his words fall on deaf ears. greece and turkey have already started to throw yogurt at each other with their forks.

'BY THE WAY, MY YOGURT IS BETTER THAN YOUR YOGURTS at least to me' bulgaria declares in an attempt to redirect their attention and make them stop. they ignore him.

the yogurt they're throwing has hit other nations, including bulgaria. 'hey guys my mouth is here' bul attempts to diffuse the situation. but alas, to no avail. ppl get mad at turkey and greece.

'HEY WHY DID U HIT ME'

'U RUINED MY SUIT'

'U TWO RUINED MY DRESS'

food starts flying across the room. drinks are being thrown or spilled at ppl. at first, bulgaria tries to get everyone to stop but when he fails, he joins in, throwing food at everyone for ruining his celebration.

'THIS IS WHAT U GET AND THIS IS WHAT U GET FOR RUINING MY NATIONAL HOLIDAY'

'RUINING?' america's voice booms as he laughs. 'DUDE THIS IS THE FUNNIEST PARTY I'VE BEEN TO IN THE LAST FEW MONTHS THIS IS SO FUN HOW COULD U NOT BE HAVING FUN ONE DAY YOU'LL REMEMBER THIS WITH GLEE I SURE WILL'

someone got pushed into the cake. handfuls of cake fly across the room.

somewhere outside, in the evening darkness, three guys are rushing towards bulgaria's house. in their hands sit neatly wrapped presents.

'cmon guys we're late' chuvashia hurries tatarstan and bashkortostan.

'damn I wonder what we're missing' tatarstan says.

'probably not much' bashkortostan chimes in. 'ur brother seems like a chill guy, the party is gonna be boring. good thing that we're gonna go to spice it up'

amidst all the chaos in bulgaria's house, the door opens.

THE THREE GUYS ARE GREETED BY SCREAMS AND PIECES OF CAKE TO THEIR FACES THAT WEREN'T MEANT FOR THEM.

somewhere out there, old great bulgaria's ghost is cheering at his son smashing a piece of cake into someone's face 'YESS GO SON GO THAT'S MY BOY BEAT THEM ALLLL'