"And you put a cube with a lemon slice inside. Not lime, mind you. Pour the mildly warm water and two teabags of..." a tee-loving nation is giving a presentation on its latest mix while the three coffee drinking nations, Austria, Serbia and Turkey sit at a table with cups of steaming delicious black liquid.
"Unbelievable", Austra says annoyed.
"I know. All the hassle. I don't even drink tea when I am sink anymore", Serbia says taking a sip.
"Well, I quite enjoy it" Turkey says with crossed arms.
"Oh please", Serbia frowned.
"What? I think tea is great" he defends himself.
"Tell me something Turkey... How can you start off with something great and then switch to something completely different mid way", she says.
"What do you mean?" he says offended but still gives her a chance to explain herself, since he knows her so well. (which was nice of him)
"Like the coffee thing for example. I got it from you and now you barely even drink it. Honestly, if the story of you first writing in runes turns out to be true, I am going to eat this cup with the plate it is in", she said pointing to her drink.
Austria is rolling his eyes wandering why he even sat there.
"Interesting proposal..." Turkey grins with a mischievous expression.
She side-glances him suspicious. "Runes are not yours, are they?"
Turkey giggles. "I don't know. Just how determined are you to eat porcelain?" he says playfully.
"Oh come on!" she yells scowling. "You have to be kidding me?"
"And that is my cue to leave", Austria says and walks away, as Serbia and Turkey continue talking.
"By the way, I decided to change the spelling of my international name. What do you think of these..." the masked nation' voice is heard in the background.
"Oh finally got tired of being the ćuran (slightly derogative for stupid). Let me see... I like the one with the Q. It looks so elegant..." she says in a friendly tone.
Austria grunts: "Now they start talking normally."