"Get out of there, Bre!"
Romania had climbed out of the closet and what followed was a three way argument between Serbia, Romania and Bulgaria which didn't seem to be going anywhere and had no point what so ever.
Eventually Serbia realized this when he finished his long line of rants with his closing statement,
"I honestly can't be bothered with two such pathetic excuses for countries anymore!" And with that he left the room. The sound of him booming down the hallway filed the room.
Bulgaria quickly followed the Serbian to the door but it was too late. His door slammed shut, shattering the glass that decorated it.
The sound of a car rearing down the road at sound barrier breaking speed followed.
Bulgaria sighed. Serbia had left. At least now he was free to continue with his evening now. He slowly wondered back into his room.
As he was about to pass through the door way he encountered a very pissed of Romanian in his way, trying to move left and right to get past.
"Where you going?" asked the Bulgarian placing a hand on either side of the door frame to block Romania's exit.
"Home!" was all the reply Romania gave. It was impossible for Romania to try to push past Bulgaria since he was far from being physically strong.
Not to mention the little known fact that Bulgaria was extremely strong and could have easily carried both Romania and Serbia over his shoulder at the same times and thrown them both out onto the street to avoid the near destruction of his home. Which he would have done if it wasn't for the sake of diplomacy.
Romania dodged between Bulgaria and the frame, ducking under Bulgaria's arm in the way.
He was so quick, the Bulgarian didn't have enough time to move to grab him back and stop him from leaping away.
What Romania lost in strength, he easily made up for in agility.
He probably got this from years of dodging frying pans and trying to get Hungary to use her strength against herself so he could escaped her attacks. Why he couldn't just learn to not piss her off instead, I'll never understand
"Why?" Bulgaria asked just as the other's hand held onto the door know ready to turn it.
The Romanian turned around to face Bulgaria, Deep Red meeting dark Green.
Romania went on to recite what Bulgaria had said to Serbia.
"If I'm noting more than a pest that the EU pushed onto you because they didn't want to be bothered to handle themselves, then I'm leaving! You don't need to be burdened with me anymore. I'll go and do my paperwork at home and you can just go and continue playing your stupid game" Romania turned back around, his cloak sweeping round the entire width of the hallway, placing his hand back on the door.
"Romania, wait!"
A hand was placed on Romania's shoulders. He tensed them and then relaxed, slowly turning back around and edging away from the door closer to Bulgaria who kept his hand in the same position. Romania made no effort to brush it away.
Bulgaria led him back to the living room onto the sofa they were sitting on earlier.
Bulgaria explained to Romania why he had snapped at him earlier. That he didn't mean anything that he said. That he actually did enjoy Romania's company. That if he started picking on Romania, it would make Serbia feel less likely to continue yelling at him. That he knew Serbia well enough to know that he hated losing. So siding with him would be a quick and easy way to get him to leave.
"So now tell me," Bulgaria spoke changing the conversation slightly, "What's this thing between you and Serbia?"
"Yes," Romania stated flatly. It wasn't exactly the response Bulgaria desired. Still he pressed on,
"yes?"
"We go out clubbing sometimes. He's pretty awesome dude to go out partying with. Like everyone else complains around 8am that they want to sleep!" Bulgaria rolled his eyes, "He on the other hand is awesome enough to want go gambling instead!"
'Really', Bulgaria thought as he shook his head, 'like this kid needs more bad influences.'
"So recently I told him I would go to a big concert with him in Belgrade but I told him I couldn't go at the last minute. When he asked why..." Romania froze for a second, "I told him it's because you and I needed to discuss the Schengen Agreement."
"Well then that's understandable he would get upset," Bulgaria said with a condescending look.
"yea, and you know how touchy he gets when someone mentions NATO or the EU..." Romania trailed off with a slightly betrayed look in his eyes.
Bulgaria didn't quite pay attention to Romania's last comment; his mind had wondered off into thinking what would make the pair friends anyway. It's not likely they would have anything in common to build a friendship after all.
Well they both liked drinking. Slutty women. Driving their cars too fast.
They were both Stubborn. Reluctant to admit being wrong.
Yet they also had conflicts in personalities. Serbia's head is stuck in the past while Romania is desperate to bring himself into the future. Serbia often reflects back to the time when he was known as Yugoslavia, to the time when his friends all loved him. Well he thinks it was love, I would call it just putting up with him because he's a fucking arsehole when he gets angry.
Romania idolises America,while Serbia idolises his older Brother Russia. And One mans idol is another mans evil.
Serbia is proud of his traditions, while Romania keeps his to himself.
Serbia is very brave and very strong but at the same time hot headed and violent. Years of conflict and hardship only made Serbia more determined to succeed in life. Forced him to become stronger and more sure of himself. This is probably something Romania could look up to.
Years of conflict and hardship ruined Romania's self confidence a lot, it's hard to realize but he's actually very timid.
Sure sometimes he likes to put of a tuff guy attitude, maybe even get angry a little. Yet his gentile nature would always contradict this and he'd end up just accepting whatever silly things life threw at him. Or perhaps he's just too lazy to do anything about it. Actually I'd say it's the lazy thing. That guy will do anything with the smallest amount of effort.
He decided to just bite the bullet and ask Romania what exactly did the two have in common.
"A..." Romania blushed. He tried to smile normally but Bulgaria could see he was going to grin cheekily. The blond stretched out his arm before placing a hand on his head.
"A hatred of you."
All the curiosity, emotion and colour drew quickly away from Bulgaria's face
"A hatred of me." Bulgaria stated.
"Well..." Romania started explaining, "Neither of us are particularly happy with our neighbours. Yea, were all friends now and all but before we weren't exactly buddies, were we?" Romania turned to Bulgaria hoping he would get what he was on about.
He did.
He understood because he felt the same way. He had a bad history with his neighbours. Turkey, Macedonia, Russia, Serbia and even Romania; all had arguments with him at some point or other over land, Tourism, Immigration, money ect.
"Then there's Hungary. Serbia hates that bitch. So I can naturally assume he's a fairly good judge of character," Romania's grin beamed rays of sunlight across the room. His mouth was open so wide that his fangs were showing.
Bulgaria interrupted Romania's explanation with a grave tone which seemed to switch the light off on Romania's face.
"Romania, I don't feel I can forgive you for this"
Bulgaria looked down at the suddenly worried Romanian. Romania sensed the grave tone and had a feeling of dread.
"But- But- Bulgaria, We mainly talk about music now. Not about you..."
"I don't care," the Bulgarian shot a cold dark stare, "I am challenging you to a battle"
The Romanian jumped a bit and sunk defensively into the sofa.
"Fighting isn't really my style, can't we talk?" asked the slightly concerned Romanian.
"No. I have had enough of talking for one day. We are going to sort this out like men." Bulgaria's face was deadly serious, "Don't even think of running away from this."
Romania's mind was racing. A fight? With Bulgaria? There was no way he could win that. The man was much stronger than him and taller than him. Not to mention that Romania hated fighting, he hated violence, well non video game related violence that is. He had agility, he could use the other mans strength against him in a way, although that was useful more in running away from a fight rather than participating in one. Oh god, what was he going to do? He had strategy, he was good at that, but that would take time to work out, not to mention effort. Way too much effort than he could really be bothered to put in. Lazy, see? I told you he was lazy.
Bulgaria walked over to his TV and opened up his cabernet which lay underneath. He pulled out something grey and proceeded to chuck it at Romania.
Romania seeing the thing fly towards him, he instinctively leaped out of the sofa and cowered behind it like he was hiding from a bomb.
"Take it" Remarked a solemn voice.
Romania slowly peered his head up and looked down at the weapon which he had managed to dodge. Oh god no, not weapons!
It was a games controller.
"This game has a two player mode. Person with the most points at the end of the game wins" Bulgaria winked playfully at the horrified person opposite
A second passed, maybe even two where Romania drew himself out of shock.
Bulgaria had sent a wave of relief over Romania when it clicked to him that Bulgaria actually wanted to play. He leaped back over the sofa, grabbing the controller and taking a position in the seat in one swift move.
"oh Dude, It is so on! I am going to wipe the floor with you!" Romania's classic cheeky grin had returned to his face.
"Please." Bulgaria let out a chuckle, "I'll have this game won before you even shoot a single hooker."
And with that, the game had began.
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Serbia had drunk a lot that night but it didn't hurt his driving. He was somehow an expert at driving intoxicated although I still prefer it if he didn't. Not because that bastard might do something to hurt himself, I honestly couldn't give a shit, but if he ends up hitting some cyclist or pedestrian or someone; he would never forgive himself.
Despite all the selfish desires, the arrogance and pride that may be inside Serbia's mind, he has a kind heart. He had suffered through his life, been ignored and ill-treated, pushed to the limits of his sanity. He had treated others badly, as he himself had been treated. It wasn't as if anyone had shown him much kindness in his life. Why should he do the same to everyone else?
Yet I believe he was, somehow in his deluded way, showing love and affection to the ones he fought with. Trying to let them know that he would never leave them. No matter what he would be there.
In a way you might find it sorta sweet. Just a little Romantic.
Although I personally will stick to finding it fucking creepy
Now he was trying to show that he was just a normal guy. As normal as a guy who's a close relation with Russia could be. He had amazed everyone at tennis. Pretty impressive at football too. Had gone to clubs, to parties, to polite functions. Last one was a classical music festival. He danced with Hungary and made polite conversation with Austria. Two things he did purely to improve his appearance and did so with great displeasure.
Ah Heck, even now the dumb bastard has things ruff. Europe sneers at him every chance they get and so does most of his neighbours... and his heart has been ripped away from him.
Serbia had stopped off at a bar about 40 minutes away from home that fateful night.
It would have been better to go to his local but he needed a break from his long drive from Sofia.
He needed a drink after his argument with that Bulgarian moron and that pathetic Romanian.
After pulling back a few pints, Serbia decided that he should go back to his car before he'd drink too much to be able to drive home. Physically that is, not that Serbia would pay any attention to his own drink driving laws.
The few drinks he had calmed his nerves and driving home felt so much more relaxing. He drove down the straight dark single carriage way which would eventually lead him to Belgrade. To his left and right lay aches of fields. Separated from the road by a water ditch and the odd splutter of trees adorning the road side.
Serbia liked driving through the agricultural areas of his home. The lack of streetlights as well as a lack of lighting from houses meant that he got a beautiful clear view of the stars. He could see everything so clearly like this. As he drew closer and closer to Belgrade, the stars slowly lost their sparkle in the sky replaced by the city's light pollution.
He took a break on his journey to piss and before he got back into the car he took a minute just to gaze at the sky. oh how did he love to do so. He would sometimes sit outside in his garden on some nights just to submerge himself in the natural beauty which would follow him wherever he went. Something precious, complex, almost delicate. It would always be there. Every night the stars would return to him, to dazzle and shine just like they have always been.
So calm. So peaceful. So relaxed.
So still.
The starts in the sky would never leave him. Wherever he went, They would be with him always.
Stargazing, as lovely as it may be, does not exactly help someone get closer to their home when they need to stop driving to do so. Serbia returned to his car and proceeded down the long straight road.
He had his full beam on, what with there being no other cars on the road and very poor visibility about. Every so often he had to turn them off while he passed a car going the other direction, before switching them on again.
Very few cars passed him at that time of the night. It was a rather scenic route home which meant that he had the pleasure of not having to overtake too many cars or lorries. At the speed he was driving at, they surely wouldn't be overtaking him.
He could see the lights of an approaching lorry in the distance and accordingly dimmed his lights.
The lorry coming towards him however didn't dim his lights as he approached Serbia's car. Seeing the other drivers stupidity, not wanting to be blinded by the oncoming vehicle, Serbia flashed his lights to inform the driver of his mistake.
As he did that, Serbia ended up seeing something a lot more disturbing than a set of dazzling headlights.
Two sets of dazzling headlights.
Another lorry had the bright idea to overtake this one on this small country road and was completely in Serbia's way.
Catching site of this, Serbia pressed on his brake pedal and honked his horn, trying to stop them from entering a head on collision. All kinds of Serbian swear words left his mouth at the stupidity of the other driver.
Instead of the lorry driver slowing down, he just started to accelerate drawing both vehicles closer towards Serbia's car.
He had to act quickly. With mere seconds left before his little Zastava would become lorry food, Serbia veered the car sharply to the right side of the road. He had to accelerate a little just to steer in enough time to avoid getting hit but he had managed to get away all the same.
Unfortunately what he couldn't avoid was the ditch by the side of the road, the car veering straight into it. He couldn't break for the ditch in enough time although at the speed he was at, it probably wouldn't have mattered if he had. The front right of the car collided with the side of the ditch.
The bonnet crushed under pressure and the back wheels left the ground, sending the back half of the car into the air. The car settled somewhat on its side, in a very poor state.
Not as poor a state as the Serbian inside it though.
Serbia had chosen to wear his seatbelt that day so his body wasn't as beaten up as it may have been.
However, the shock of the crash was great just as the force of the collision had been.
It left Serbia's torso hanging lifelessly from his seatbelt. His arms dangling over the passenger seat.
The dust caused by the car settled and the car and everything inside it remained stationary. The quite country road returned to just like how it had always been;
So calm. So peaceful. So relaxed.
So still.
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Bre~ Bre~ Serbia didn't say it once before xD I added it into this! I love 'bre' It's so funny :D (yh, I kinda know it's not exactly sophisticated) I want to learn some Serbia, it sounds cool 8D
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