Serbia's eyes widened as he read the newspaper in his hand. No, that can't be quite right, he thought, and scanned the page over again. Nope, nope nope. His initial read-through was correct. Croatia had become her own independent state, established by the axis powers of the second world war. Serbia made a growling noise; if Croatia truly had broken off from Yugoslavia, that meant she was more powerful than him! She was definitely a threat to him than she'd been before.
Serbia threw the newspaper down on the table. This was an utter outrage! There was a multitude of proud Serbian immigrants within the Croatian borders, what would happen to them!? Serbia was afraid to know the answer, though he'd never admit it. There was little he could do to prevent harm inflicted on his poor, poor migrated citizens.
"Serbia?" Montenegro stared at him, seeming to have somehow magically appeared in the door frame of the kitchen. Serbia looked up,startled. "The fuck do you want? No, you know what, never mind. I'm busy. Go away." Serbia spoke and ran a hand through his hair. He needed a couple of minutes, didn't Montenegro understand? Or maybe he hadn't heard the news about Croatia yet.
"Don't fucking tell me what to do, I just walked down an entire flight of stairs and there's no way in hell I'm walking back up them." Montenegro pulled a chair up to the table. As always, he was wearing that traditional outfit with a red shirt with gold trim and a green coat and pants. Serbia was preetty sure that he wore that same outfit every day, and probably had like 50 of them on hangers in his closet. "Lazy ass.." Serbia muttered under his breath. Montenegro heard the insult, but it was one he got every day, so he wasn't bothered to throw an insult back. "What's this?" Montenegro grabbed the newspaper which previously had been flung to the end of the table by a certain Surly Serb. The Surly Serb did not answer his question.
Montenegro's eyes flitted over the article,of course, reading at a very slow and leisurely pace.
"Looks like you're in trouble," He snickered after he'd finished reading the page. Serbia sent him a hostile glare. "It's not fucking funny." He ripped the paper out of Montenegro's hands and crumpled it up into a ball. "All right, all right, it's not funny! But it's not like no one else will support you..." A small trace of a smile appeared on Montenegro's face and Serbia did feel a tad better at his reassuring words. Though sometimes a bit of a brat, Montenegro could be very kind when he tried.
"Thanks." Serbia smiled as well, then went back to scowling. "We're gonna have to do something about Croatia though."
Montenegro put a hand on Serbia's shoulder, knowing full well how Serbia must feel about this. "Don't worry 'bout it, cousin. Maybe after the war she'll go back to being part of Yugoslavia..."
Serbia highly doubted things would go back to normal. Croatia would enjoy the freedom of not being held down by her brothers and sister, and definitely love being away from Serbia whom she hated(the feeling was mutual). Everything had changed, and Serbia had a premonition that this was only the beginning of something big.
