Hello people who want to read my story! This is my first fanfic! So please read and review. There are some words in here that are in my native language which is Croatian and I will put the translations next to them in parantheses. Enjoy!

Croatia's Hair

It was a summer morning in July at the Austrian household. The birds were chirping and to top it all off, there was a nice breeze.

Austria was inside, playing the piano as usual. Hungary was washing the dishes while enjoying the sweet music that her husband was playing. Amina, the personification of Bosnia, was outside hanging up wet clothes to dry on the clothesline while Ismet, the personification of Herzegovina, was clearing space for her by taking off already dry clothes, folding them, and putting them in a basket that was nearby.

All was perfect, until there came a disruption.

The cry of a name shattered the perfectness of the day.

"AMINA!"
Amina turned to see a boy frantically running to her.
"Sta Filip?" (What Filip?)
Filip, the personification of Croatia, was out of breath and sweating. His dark, umber eyes were frantic and his shirt and pants were covered with grass and dirt marks. Amina also noticed that his shoes were missing. Then she noticed the real problem.
"Sunce, what happened to your hair?" (Darling, what happened to your hair?)
Filip had went hobo the year before, growing his hair so that it reached his shoulders. Now his hair was shaggy, going just past his ears with bangs that covered one eye. The hairstyle was cute but Filip seemed upset and worried.
"It...was...and...hair...mad...knife."
"OK, take a breath, let it out, and then tell me what happened."
Filip took a deep breath, let it out and then spoke again.
"It was Belarus. She got mad at me so she took one of her knives and cut my hair..."
There came a snicker from behind Amina. She turned to find Ismet standing behind her, trying to hold in his laughter.
"WHAT? YOU THINK THAT'S FUNNY ISMET?" yelled Filip.
"Well actually yes. What did you do to make her so mad that she cut your hair."
"I told her that she had no chance with Russia and that she should just stop trying cause its never gonna work out."
The twins facepalmed. (a/n: yes Amina and Ismet are twins if you haven't noticed xD)
"What? It's true."
"Filip, your lucky she didn't try to kill you or rip your head off!" Amina said.
"...Maybe I should go apologize"
"Yes, you should!"
"OK, I will! Thanks sestra!" (Thanks sis!)
Filip turned and started running back the way that he came from.

When Filip was out of sight, Amina turned to Ismet.
"Brat, how idiotic can Filip get?" (Brother, how idiotic can Filip get?)
The Herze boy straightened his glasses and sighed.
"I honestly don't know. But I hope that he has reached his limit because Belarus won't hesitate next time."
Amina giggled.
"You got that right."

Well...what did you think? Love it? Hate it? Please review! You know you want to! ;D
Oh yeah...in the last paragraph, Herze is just short for Herzegovina. Just so you know :)