A slender female hand knocks on a white door.
"Hey France, it's Serbia...How are you feeling? Are you able to take up some more cases? Reconsidered taking my case again?" she asks with a nervous look on her face.
There is silence. A scene of her intense stare. A scene of the door.
"Unfortunately, little Serbia, I don't feel like doing anything these days. Ah...if you only knew the insufferable turmoil of my existence..." is heard from the closed door.
Serbia becomes even more nervous. "Do you maybe want to talk about it? I'm ready to listen, if you help me with my teeny-tiny problem."
"Oh, the pain, the pain! How am I supposed to continue like this. Ah...and I was such a powerhouse back in my day" the voice continues.
She sighs frustrated. "Look, I get that you have some serious problems, but you have a job to do."
Scene of the door, there is no reply.
"We're allies after all... Fought in two world wars. You should at least hear me out" she says and, after a brief silence, leans forward to hear better.
She flinches after hearing France. "It is all absurd I tell you! The world has gone mad! I remember a time when I had my revolution. The air was filled with optimism. And now (sighs in French and continues complaining)..."
While he continues talking, Serbia lets out a puff sigh and slouches. "Nevermind" she utters and moves towards the elevator. France keeps talking. After entering, she leans on the sides with the buttons, looking depressed and very sleepy.
Austria enters. He is elegantly dressed and wearing large headphones that match his glass frames. He is completely unaware that someone is there with him. Serbia face lightens up, utterly in disbelief. She taps him on the shoulder. Austria takes off his headphones. We hear beautiful classical music coming from them. He sees her and quickly turns back.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you've been avoiding me" she says visibly gloating.
"Oh course not. How have you been. Long time no see" he says with a semi-smile while his leg nervously twitches.
"Yeah, almost a century. If I remember correctly, the last time we saw each other you were shouting some pretty mean things my way" she raises her eyebrow still smirking.
"Well...I was emotional then" he says with a seemingly monotone voice.
"I still recall you telling me that you were going to gouge my eyes out and make a pair of ballsa…
"Let's talk about anything else!" he shouts as he turns.
"...with it. Ok" she says still in a good mood. They stand in silence like that for what seems a long time. Austria impatiently stares at the door while Serbia hums a tune. "You know, I've been thinking of writing about WWI?" she finally says.
"Oh" he says in a calm manner but his face, turned towards the screen, seems nervous.
"Yes. You all had your fun for long enough. Now it's my turn" Serbia answers calmly.
Austria stares at the elevator door. When they fail to open he continues angry: "Whatever, it's not like anyone cares what you have to say. You're a mess. Always was and always will be..."
"I know" she interrupts.
"Pardon?"
"I said I know. I am a mess. I have a unique talent to get myself into a lot of trouble. I'm disorganized, in a deep depression, oh and my most capable people tend to keep to themselves while the yellers and attention-seekers run the show. I could go on but, you know, I would rather write about something else...
Austria is confused, he almost feels the need to say something nice but gets interrupted.
"...And don't worry I won't make you look that bad" she says as a comfort.
"Why you little troll! Do you know what I went through during that atrocious war. It cost me my wonderful multinational monarchy. My lineage. I had famines, riots, mutinies, chaos on the streets… I had to build myself up from the rubble of democracy...
"Whine about it all you want, but you had it pretty good after that. I've seen you're place. You don't have much to complain about. Except that no one takes you seriously anymore."
He straightens his expensive-looking jacket and continues: "You don't know what I have to go through every day."
Serbia becomes irritated by the conversation but continues to talk in a calm matter. "At least you don't have to deal with Albania, or Croatia's bad attitude."
He becomes quiet and starts thinking that there is something wrong with the elevator. "Fair point..." he finally says.
After that he bangs on the door irritated. "Why doesn't this horrendous metal cage work?!" he says through his teeth.
Serbia presses the button and the elevator opens. She walks out and says to him while passing by: "You aren't very observant, are you?"
He frowns and takes off his glasses to clean them. Serbia walks out of the building.
"I may be a mess but at least I don't pretend my sh*t doesn't smell" she says to herself regretting she didn't think of it earlier. Then she buys a dart board and goes back to the EU café.
Last part coming soon. So as I mentioned I will write more stories like this and when I do, I will post info on my profile page. Oh and please don't copy and post my work elsewhere. If you like it, read it here. If you don't, do literary anything else.