About 25 years after that day, Belgrade felt that same unnerving feeling. The Great War passed and things were starting to get normal, maybe even better- Yugoslavia became more than a dream and there was some sort of peace, but there was still scars all over her body. They were thin and almost invisible to see, but they were there.
And now, Belgrade was scared that history was going to repeat itself. She noticed the tension all over the world, and she didn't like it. There was that same feeling before The Great War.
But that's impossible… The Great War is called The Great War exactly because there is no way that that amount of sorrow and pain can repeat itself.
Belgrade opened the window and looked into a sky full of stars. She wanted to believe that it's impossible that something horrible as The Great War to happen again… But one of the things she learned in life is that people forget.
She felt a need to lie down on a bed and cry until she can't cry anymore. But she haven't done it, because she could hear the voices downstairs and knew that if she starts to cry someone will hear her. And then everyone will ask her what isn't okay, although everyone knows what isn't okay, and everyone will take care of her, although every single one of them wants to cry as badly as she does.
That's why she just smiled to the mirror-big, flashy, on-top-of-the-world smile-and went to the Serbia's room.
She greeted her with a small smile. "Zdravo, Ivona." (English translation: Hello, Ivona.)
Belgrade smiled at the mention of her human name as she sat on the bed. "What are you doing? I hope I haven't interrupted you or something."
"Actually, it wasn't anything important. Wanted to talk about something?"
Belgrade tapped the place next to her, and Serbia sat beside her.
"Aren't you scared of the fact that people forget so easy?" black haired girl started, her blue eyes looking at her feet on the floor.
"What's up with such deep stuff, Belgrade?"
"Answer me, please."
"Yes, I guess.", Serbia looked at Belgrade with understanding in her hazel eyes. "Belgrade… Are you scared?"
Belgrade let out a small sound of annoyance. "You're saying that like I'm sick just because I'm scared."
"It's perfectly understandable if you are scared-"
"DON'T do that speech on me. I'm not a five year old. I'm actualy older* than you."
"Well physically**… And mentally, if I have to say… Not really."
Belgrade gasped, acting outraged. "Respect your elders, missy!"
They stared at eachother few seconds, blue eyes looking at a hazel ones, and then they burst into a laughter.
Belgrade leaned on the wall. Laughter eventually died, and they just sat there.
"So you are scared, huh?", said Serbia after few minutes, her voice so quiet it was almost impossible to hear.
"Yeah. You?"
Serbia nodded in response.
"I thought so.", said Belgrade with a tired voice. She looked at a brown hair of a women she considered sister although they don't have any genes in common*** and hugged her.
"It will be okay… If something big happens, we will just be neutral. And if something really big happens… Well, we have amazing kick-ass skills to use on all shits who attack us."
Serbia laughed at the last part. "Oh, God, Belgrade, you just know how to put it words…"
"Well, that's me. Master of sophistication."
Well, this is the second chapter. I forgot to tell it at the beginning, but this story will kinda jump between WW1 and WW2. I got the idea after reading "It" from Stephen King, where it's at the same time told the story of what happened to characters when they are kids and when they are adults.
*Belgrade was found a lot before Serbia existed. "Officialy", it was found by Celts in 3d century BC, but a lot people agree that Belgrade is actually 7000 years old.
**Hetaliaprincess told me that her Serbia has a physical age of 25 years, and my Belgrade is a little bit younger, physically 22 years old.
***As I said, Belgrade is older than Serbia, and had a history of being a part of different countries:
Rome, Byzantine, Bulgaria, Hungary, Serbia, Turkey, Serbia again.
So, I find it logical that Serbia and Belgrade aren't genetically related.
