Red Croatia, 2005

"Carlos. I'm pregnant." Valentina said.
"I also have something to tell you." Carlos said, while Hung Up by Madonna played in the background, (it was 2005, after all) "I'm bisexual."
"What does that mean?"
"Valentina, that's very ignorant of you, but probably in line with people in the early 2000s's attitudes and opinions of LGBT people. Bisexual means I like men and women, aka all the genders that exist in the year 2005."
"Okay I'm glad we're sharing but what are we going to do with the baby?"
"Well, bisexual people are stereotyped as having commitment issues. That's not true and I resent that stereotype. But... Adios, bitch! Good luck with the baby!"
And so Carlos went on to live his best bisexual life. A man here, a woman there and in 2013 when non-binary people were invented, he had a fling with one of them. "Kristian I think their name was..." Carlos reflected. The Beastly Bisexual went from country to country as a touring musician working to pay his child support bills. Eventually, he settled in Icholasen, working in Saint Regina as a regular musician at a bar. And the rest is history.
But what happened to the baby gestating within Valentina in 2005? What became of her and where would her destiny take her?
Ibiza, Spain, The Present Day

Carlos looked at the picture of El Capitan and Mikaela on his iPhone X. "I miss that stupid bitch. I beefed El General in East Moreland, sorry, New Moreland, but that's okay us Spanish brothers stick together." Carlos said across la sala to Prince Tommy. The two had been living on and off in Icholasen and Ibiza, but had settled in Ibiza since, of course, the communist revolution but also due the unstable situation with Carlos's Ministry of Eurovoice job. They had managed to buy Casa Lola, where the events of the previous summer took place, and under their new managed was renamed Casa Romanov in honour of Tommy's Royal family. Then, Carlos's phone began to ring.
"Carlos." Valentina said. "Raini-"
"Who?" Carlos said.
"Your daughter. She has been deported from Red Croatia and she's coming to live with you in Ibiza. She's also 15, and as per your Spanish culture she must have a Quinceañera. It's up to you to organise this, Carlos."
"What on earth- I don't want to have to look after her, and I don't know how to organise a Quinceañera!"
"Figure it out." Valentina said and hung up.
Carlos relayed the information to Prince Tommy.
"Ooh a Quinceañera will be fun, we can invite Anastasia, Mikaela, El Capitan, etc." Tommy said.
"You're right. And if there's anything fathers do, it's make everything about them, and I'm going to be no exception. It'll be my party with my guests. Amazing."
"I'll get the decorations."
30 Minutes before the party event on Facebook said it was starting
"The guests should be here any minute now!" Tommy said gleefully, he loved entertaining in the bar, it really was his favourite job he had ever had. Well - the only job he had ever had.
"Raini and the other guests should be arriving any minute now." Carlos replied.
"Remember though, some people are fashionably late to things." Tommy said, knowing that Mikaela Klingenburg probably confused the hour and minute hands on her digital watch. "I've also stocked us up with a lot of alcohol -- so the guests can have whatever they want. It's an open bar, but we'll take tips. Let's just hope the Feds don't get involved this time."
"Okay, you're the boss." Carlos said, in between blowing up a giant balloon shaped like a 5.
Queen Anastasia then came in the door in much more casual clothes than she normally wore. "Hey folks." She said.
"Honey, how are you?" Tommy asked, having not seen her for a while. Obviously things are a bit tetchy when there's a communist warrant out for your head.
"I've had better days." Queen Anastasia said. "Have you got any kombucha? I'm ready to celebrate a the fuck out of this Quinceañera."
And so, the final decorations were put up, with 15 motif bunting, 15 shaped balloons, and 15 minutes to go until the guests were meant to arrive -- including the guest of honour, Raini Rodriguez.