Hey! I'm back with my favorite OCs Czech and Slovakia! :D This story (because the summary sucks) is about the history of Czech and Slovakia. I personally think it's rather cute at some parts (especially the little Czech and Slovakia chapters) and really sad at others (aka WW2). Now this story means no offence, its just me being my stupid self again because that's all I really am. I'd love some feedback and such (I would love some criticism too), but mainly I just want you guys to sit back and enjoy this story my mind (and research skills) cooked up!

P.S. - Bohemia belongs to the awesome WannaDieMiku :D (her stuff is awesome you should go read it). I also would love to thank ExcessivelySesquipedalian (also has awesome stories that you should read) for editing this as well. Oh! and on last thing, the picture is Czech and Slovakia (I drew it). Slovakia is on the left and Czech is on the right.

Austria walked along a dirty path slowly, taking in his surroundings. The place was old but still new and it looked like she had never died; like Bohemia never left her home in Prague. But she had. She had left him in charge; left him to take care of the lands and the people she left behind… and a young new country.

Austria stopped walking once he reached a darkly colored wooden door that was left slightly open. Austria almost walked right past it if not for the quiet sob that disturbed the silent house. He pushed open the door, the candlelight by which he was using to see, casted long shadows along the walls of the room. There sitting in a corner, curled up tightly and crying, was a little boy with dark brown hair.

Austria placed the candle down on the only table in the room and sat down next to this boy. "Well why are you crying?" he asked, trying his hardest not to sound rude.

The boy didn't look up and continued crying. "Because grandmother Bohemia won't ever come back to tell me stories again." He spoke into his knees, stuttering slightly as a sob escaped from his lips.

"I understand that you're upset, but may I ask what your name is?" Austria inquired, not wanting to really deal with this child.

The boy finally looked up and Austria was taken aback by his bright light brown, almost amber eyes that were full of tears. "I-I'm called C-Czech." He whispered, almost too low to be heard.

"Well, uh, Czech, I'm sure everything will be fine." Austria awkwardly said, trying in vain to comfort the young country.

Czech's body shook with another sob as he angrily glared at Austria. "It won't be okay! Who's going to make me feel better when I get scared? I don't have anyone to help me anymore! You can't ever understand!" Czech yelled as more tears streamed down his cheeks. "I just want her back…" He whispered.

Austria sighed and placed a hand on Czech's shoulder. "You don't have to be alone," Austria almost cringed at what he was about to do. "I could be your brother, if you'd like."

The young nation sniffled, rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. "You'd really do that for me, mister?"
Oh, god, what am I doing? Austria thought. "Yes. I would."

Before he could react, Czech flung himself onto Austria and hugged the older nation, clinging tightly to him. "T-Thank you…" Czech looked at Austria with a confused, teary-eyed gaze. "What do I call you?"

"Austria. I'm Austria."

The boy smiled and buried his face into Austria's shirt, still crying slightly. "Thank you…" He paused, thinking, before letting a childish smile flash across his face. "Big brother."

Austria mentally sighed. What have I gotten myself into? he thought. "You don't have to call me that, you know. Just Austria will do."

Czech looked up at Austria, teary amber-brown eyes meeting stern violet ones. "I miss her, Austria." He whispered. "I wish she hadn't left me."

Austria sighed and placed a hand on Czech's back. "It's okay to miss her."

Czech buried his face into Austria's shirt again and started crying. "But she told me that I shouldn't be sad, that she'd be happier if I was happy."

"Then smile, don't cry." Austria said.

"But I can't help it! I'm never going to see her again." Czech whined into Austria's shirt.

"You'll still have her region as part of your country." Austria stated. "So, I suppose… you have a part of her with you. Always."

Czech sniffled again. "Yeah. I guess you're right…" The new country looked around. "You won't leave me here alone, will you? My home is so big and empty without Bohemia living here anymore; I'd get scared."

"I suppose you could live at my house." Austria suggested. Yes, he was sure of it now; he had gone crazy.

Czech nodded. "That'd be good." He sighed and rested his head on Austria, and then asked, "Is it nice?"

Austria stood up, holding the young country. "Well, you can decide for yourself once we get there."

"Okay," Czech whispered.