The Secret Child/ A SerbAlbo Story

4𖦹𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𖦹

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝙽'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅🦝:

Hm,I wonder how all the countries are holding up right now.We will have another meeting today.Ond to discuss the situation between every country.To see if anything already changed and if there are any missing countries here.

And here are already some countries entering the room.Some of them greeting me and others glaring.Under them the USA.

I point at him and he come to me.

,,Well,how is it with Russia dad?"

,,Uh,it's alright I guess.Never knew he likes animal crossing and likes cooking." He whispers and looks back at Russia smiling.

Russia rolls his eyes and sits on his seat waiting for America to come.Dad says bye and sits beside Russia,chatting with him in russian.

Then more and more countries come,'till everyone is there.

I greet every country and start my speech:,,Good day,everyone,welcome to this meeting.Today we will be discussing our process and the normal problems we have every meeting.Well,lets just start with..."

.....////////40 Minutes later///////........

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅🇷🇸:

,,Now we're going on with...,Serbia and Albania.How has been your process.Is there any changes in your day-life?"

I stare at Albania,we were holding hands under the table the whole time.So i squeeze Albania's hand,making it clear that I will speak.

We sadly seperate our hands and Albania stands up to talk for us.

,,There was unfortunately no process and everything stayed the same.I hate Serbia and he hates me.It will take way longer to make a bond with him.Maybe we will never make a bond.Who knows?"

Albania lies.And UN seems to buy it.He sighs and Albania sits down again.

Hm,he seems kinda disappointed,eventho' his plan worked better than he actually knows.Lol.

He goes on with other countries while I continue holding Albania's hand,stroking it with my thumb and keeping it warm.Making sure I'm showing enough love,without anyone seeing.

Albania squezzes my hand and look uncomfortable and is sweating.Oh no.He's having one of his panick attacks.I squeeze his hand back and stroke it even more.I whisper in a ver low voice,so only he can hear.

,,Toilet?With me?"

,,Po edhë po."
(yes and yes.)

Albania excuses himself to the toilet and after some time I 'accidently' spill my coffee all over my t-shirt.Luckly I have another one and excuse myself too.

I leave the room and run to the toilets.I almost break the door open,hearing whimpers.I open the door and see Albania stressing out and crying his eyes out.My worry grows with every second and I sit beside him after locking the door.
I stroke his back and he starts hugging me,laying his head on my chest.

,,Let it all out darling.It's alright."

I reasure him and he starts crying even more.Burrying his head into my t-shirt.His eyes turn completly red in these situations.

He has several panick attacks and cries out loud,his cries echoing in the bathroom.

While doing so,we sit on the cold floor and I whisper nice words into his ear.Making sure he's not alone and has me by his side.Poor thing.Good that he has a strong man with him,that being me.Eventjo' he wouldn't need me,'couse he has been surviving without me.