It's the EU café, with France at the bar. He hums along to his favorite tune while tossing and swinging glasses with unusual expertise. Serbia walks in and sits nearby. "Ah Serbie! What a pleasant surprise! I haven't seen you in a while!" he says with a charming grin.
"Yeah, well. I was busy. And how are you? Are you excited about 2022?"
"But of course. It is going to be... Mmmm! One to remember!" he says with an ambiguous smile.
"How informative. One shot of your finest liquor please" she says raising a finger. France looks at her with his lips wrinkling to the side. Still, as the professional he was, he prepared her a drink.
"What?" she says annoyed.
"Oh nothing. I was just wandering how your fasting is going? I know Russia told me..."
With a cold stare, she chugs the drink down.
"Another?" the bar tender asks in a slightly sarcastic manner.
"Yes, and changed the subject before I shove this glass right up your arse!"
"Well, excuse me Ms. I'm-in-a-bad-mood-and-I-don't-care-who-sees-it" he mutters making a face and gives her another drink.
"And besides Russia is more disciplined than me" she says. "But enough about that. I see you are handling thing here well."
"Why thank you. I am known as a party animal, you know" France says moving in his small area as if it is a dance floor.
Feeling a little better and slightly tipsy, Serbia calms down. They talk for some time, before France makes her a nice cocktail. "My own mix, on the house. Tell me what you think?"
She takes one sip and nods: "It's good. You really have a knack for this" she says wholeheartedly.
"Oh you flatter me. Don't stop" he says leaning in on the bar and blinking seductively at her. She finds this rather annoying.
"If only you didn't make every single meeting a sexual harassment hazard. Can't you just act normal?"
"I am not making any promises!" he states dramatically, slamming a cloth on the bar. Serbia stares at him with an annoyed expression.