29th June 1918.
Belgrade sighed in relief and quickly went over to Niš.
She invited every city in Serbia was coming on a meeting after what happened in Sarajevo, but she felt special happiness when she saw Niš.
Afterall, he is one of her oldest friends, even though he can be annoying.
She grabbed his hand. "Aleksandre.", she greeted him, using his human name.
He quickly turned around, smiling. "Ah, Ivona… Isn't this a mess, huh?"
Belgrade nodded in response. It really WAS a mess. But her being with Niš calmed her down a little bit. It reminded her of the times when she was little. When they were both little.
Belgrade… Or Singidunum, how she was called at the time, was lying in the grass, feeling the sun on her face.
She could afford herself to be lazy today. She trained whole day yesterday.
She heard some movement and quickly sat up. But it was just Niš - Navisos.
"Hi, fairy.", she said with a grin. She loved to tease him about his name- fairy city. He hasn't replied, leaving Singidunum a little bit confused.
"Hey, what is w-"
He showed his hands which were filled with flowers. "I'm sorry. I wanted to make a flower crown, since I know you like them… But I don't know how.", he said, his voice a little bit embarrassed.
"The flowers are wonderful. I can make a crown myself. You did well.", she said with a soft smile.
That made a boy a little bit better. He knew she haven't lied by her smile. It was hers I'm-proud-of-you smile.
He knew all her smiles. The I'm-up-to-something one, the I-haven't-really-been-listening, the melancholic one, the one that made her seem older, the one she put on when she is trying to seem less frightened than she really is… And his favourite one- the mysterious smile.
He looked her making the flower crown, completely focused.
He wanted more of days like this.
Belgrade lowered her voice. "This is not good at all. It was already bad from the First Moroccan Crisis, and even worse since Bosnia's annexation, but now…"
"Does Serbia know about this meeting?"
"No. I haven't told her."
"Well, you have to admit that Austria was very disrespectful."
Belgrade waved her hand in a I-know-and-now-it-isn't-important-anyway manner and went toward the room where the meeting was supposed to happen, followed by other cities.
She sat down and looked around her.
"We are all aware that yesterday, on the 28th of June, Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria was shot by Gavrilo Princip, Serb from Bosnia. Since our relationship with Austro-Hungarian Empire is… strained, to say at least, there is a great possibility of war. But not like the recent Balkan wars. A lot bigger, bloodier, and… Well, worse. It can be truly horrifying time. And we have to make a plan- that's why we are all here."
Sorry, this was very short and I haven't updated in a long time, but I was not in a mood for writing.
Also, little Niš definitely had a crush on little Belgrade.