Nothing, Just nothing was going to ruin Drazen's Christmas this year.
Absolutely nothing.
He made sure of it.

First things first, Christmas was going to be in his country side home on the outskirts of Vallis aurea. He decided it would give it a more traditional feel to it, as opposed to hussle and bustle of the capital. He had driven all the way to Požega to do all his food shopping a couple of days ago. -Something he would have done in Zagreb if he hadn't decided to leave an extra week early to allow him to relax from work.

He needed a break from work. He needed a break from so much his people, Croatians, he liked his people. They're kind and hospitable and friendly. Not nationalistic and hot headed and giant pains in the arse.

Serbians

Okay, So maybe he was being hasty in his train of thought. He didn't hate all Serbs. It was really just one in particular which he hated, no despised even, someone he would happily drag into the cold depths of hell. That Damned orthodox bastard who was too good to celebrate Christmas in December like normal people.

Ah, no,
that was actually a blessing!

He could spend the holiday instead with people he actually liked and wanted around. He was looking forward to see Enis, his cousin and even the whiny bitch this Christmas. He was sure it would be a perfect Christmas, however, without Janez there to throw a hissy fit and start throwing food across the table in his direction all the while calling him an angry pig and a selfish peasant. Yet he decided that he couldn't not invite the Slovene for three reasons.

For one, he was family. They lived together, grew up together and shared the same religion and similar culture.

Secondly, he promised to bring food and alcohol along with him. Simultaneously easing the load Drazen would have to cook, as well as easing the amount of tension between them. With the both of them intoxicated, they managed to just about get along, sometimes even enough to share their love of playing guitar.

Thirdly, To be left alone with just Enis and Idriza was a hell he could not stand. It's not that Drazen didn't like his Herzegovinian cousin, he loved her, but she didn't exactly get along well with her Bosnian husband, Enis, much. Well 'didn't get along' wasn't the right way to put it; Hated him with a burning passion was probably better put. No, not even hate was a good enough adjective. She despised him.

Enis has a bad habit of spending his nights passed out drunk somewhere, not really returning home. A lot of the time that's actually Drazen's fault however, since it's generaly his couch Enis is passed out on after they go out partying together.
Idriza has a habit of being completely uninterested in her husband's well being, or anything to do with him unless it affects her personally. She saved him from a run away horse and cart once, pushing him out of harms way and risking herself in the process. When it was clear they were both safe, she slapped and told him to be more observant.
It was really amazing that they decided to still stay together.

It was now the evening of Badnjak and time for the log he had carved this morning to be placed on the fire, yet his guest had still not arrived. Janez was probably out whining to the EU about something or causing some idiocy with Italy.

Then the bell rang.

Yugotalia fanfiction- ;) I had a prompt to write Croatia and Republica Srbska together but I abandoned the story before I even wrote the little tike into the story. So here's some boring writing of Croatia and his thoughts. XD