Russia stood at the head of the table. “We will now discuss Slavic unity and who is the best.”
Poland immediately raised his hand. “It’s me.”
“Sit down,” Russia growled, pushing Poland’s hand down.

“We all know it’s me because of my great power and influence ,” Russia added smugly.
“Influence? You just steal things!” Ukraine shouted, slamming the table.
“Typical Ukrainian drama,” Belarus muttered under her breath, glaring at Ukraine.

“I think we can all agree we’re here to celebrate our diversity, ” Slovenia began, only to be interrupted by Serbia. “Diversity? We’re all just arguing about who’s better! Which is obviously me because I have rakija.”
“Your rakija is weak compared to my vodka,” Russia declared, sipping from his bottle.

Croatia leaned back. “You can’t even drink vodka on a beach like you can with my wine. Dalmatian coast, anyone?”
“Shut up about your coast!” Bosnia snapped, throwing a pan at him.

Czechia clinked his beer glass. “Why are we fighting when we could just drink instead?”
“Agreed,” Slovakia added, pouring shots of slivovitz. “But let’s be clear, our slivovitz is better than Serbia’s.”
Serbia nearly flipped the table. “TAKE THAT BACK!”

The meeting descended into chaos as everyone started arguing, but soon, someone turned on Slavic folk music, and the bickering shifted to dancing and feasting.

Ukraine and Poland tried to outdance each other in a hopak -style showdown.
Russia sat in the corner, watching with a smirk and drinking more vodka. Belarus quietly stared at him, muttering, “You’re so perfect...”

Czechia and Slovakia had a drinking contest, quickly joined by Serbia and Bosnia. Croatia refused to participate, claiming he was “too sophisticated” for that, but secretly joined when no one was looking.

Bulgaria taught North Macedonia some traditional dances while still insisting yogurt came from him.
Slovenia played the peacemaker, trying to stop Serbia and Croatia from arguing, though it was a lost cause.