Changing The Past (CH fanfiction)

chapter 14

Can someone explain me how the Albanian ë works?
(I don't know why but I love this song hahaha)
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As the sun started shining through the trees, the birds started singing and the darkness faded fully, Serbia opened his eyes.

And then he screamed, which was, despite what he would later defend as a "manly scream", very girlish.

The reason he did what he did, was because a big spider, a very hairy tarantula was crawling over his chest. He quickly threw it against the tent side and as it fell on the ground, he stomped on it more often than he could count, until he was sure that he had killed this- overly disgusting and venomous beast. He thanked God that he had other boots because as he looked at his military boot's Sole, he saw that the Crushed corpse of the spider was glued on his once black sole.

He quickly took his spare boots out and took off, maybe a bit exaggerating, both of his already used boots, changing them, unzipping his tent's "door" and send the boots flying into the trees, never wanting to see them again. He quickly looked around in his tent to see if there was any other insect or animal and he sighed in relief as he didn't see any. He stomped angrily on the ground. He didn't want to be awaken like this! He wanted to wake up peacefully and then, in Peace, leave his tent and eat or drink something...or both actually. But NOOO! He had to wake up with something he despised the most literally on his CHEST! And to make it worse, the others apparently woke up sooner than him and as they left their tents, they shot him amused glances, some of them even laughing or giggling.

"Very manly scream, bro," Croatia decided to add salt into Serbia's wound of embarrassment while laughing.

Albania smirked. "You know, Serbisë, (correct me if I'm wrong) I thought I heard a woman screaming in my dreams so I woke up and realized that it must have been the manliest man of the manliest, you!"

Serbia shot him a glare, fury in his eye. He basically, to describe it in a few words, looked like a feral animal who wanted to attack someone. This only resulted in Albania laughing.

"What even happened?" Kosovo asked, trying to stay serious but a little, amused smile crept on his face.

"A big ass tarantula crawled on me and gave me a jumpscare," Serbia grumbled, not liking that everyone was laughing at him.

Slovenia made a disgusted face, not hiding his dislike for spiders. "I understand why you screamed."

Bulgaria nodded. "Me too. I don't have anything against small spiders but tarantulas are just ew."

"Real," Albania said.

"But still, doesn't make the fact that you screamed like a girl better," he added, smirking.

"It wasn't girlish! It was very manly! Besides I doubt you would have screamed like a man! You scream in the most high pitched voice I've heard in my life," Serbia fired back.

"Anyways. We have to get ready and not waste anymore time," Macedonia jumped in, already packing his things together.

"What about eating?" Bulgaria asked.

"We can eat in the jeeps," Slovenia answered for Macedonia and started packing his own things.

Bulgaria nodded and started packing too, the rest following short after.

Around 30 minutes later, they were sitting again in the military vehicles they stole from the Germans, driving to Greece.

"How many hours will we need to cross the border over to Greece?" Serbia asked Albania, his eyes focused on the road.

"Uh, around 7 hours if nothing happens and if nothing wants to piss," Albania answered him.

Suddenly the radio in Macedonia's hand clicked some times and then Bulgaria's voice could be heard coming from the black device.

"Just checking if you have extra fuel."

"Yes, we have. Five of this fuel boxes," Macedonia answered him after quickly checking.

"Great."

"What, you don't have any fuel anymore?"

"No I was just checking if you gave fuel canisters. We have four canisters. How long until Greece?"

"Albania's guessing around 7 hours," Macedonia answered him.

"The fuel will be enough for driving 8 hours continuously," Serbia said.

"If that's what you want to ask next," he added quickly.

"Serbia said that the fuel will be enough for driving 8 hours continuously, if that is what you want to ask next," Macedonia recites what Serbia said into the walkie talkie to Bulgaria.

"Alright. That was actually the thing I would have asked. Over and out."

Macedonia sighed.

"We actually have to stay 7 hours in this fucking military jeep?"

"Mhm," Albania answered him.

"Well, Mr. Navigator is this the road we have to drive on?" Serbia asked.

"Yes, drive right," Albania answered after looking at the map for a moment.

Serbia did as told and left the dirty mountain road to a somewhat cleaner road.

"Reminds me of how the roads looked in the Yugoslav wars," Serbia muttered after seeing the damage on the roads, probably from bombs or heavy vehicles.

Albania snorted. "That's also how the Balkan roads look after the wars and not only in Albania but also in the ex-Yugoslavs countries, Romania, Bulgaria and Greece. Especially the roads in the mountains look like this."

"True."

Albania looked at the map again while Serbia was still focusing on the road.

"Let's say that we'll drive 3 hours and then take a break for pissing, eating, shitting or whatever," turkey suddenly smoke up, making Macedonia flinch since he had forgotten that the Turk was there.

"Put that up to 4 hours," Albania said.

"Or we'll never reach Greece," Serbia added.

"Fair point," Turkey nodded.

"Should we tell the others?" Macedonia asked and Albania nodded.

Macedonia wanted to press the button and then talk into the walkie talkie but it clicked before he pressed the button and Bulgaria yelled with a panicked voice.

"Military vehicles are after us! Germans!"

The eyes of everyone in the jeep widened all at the same time. Serbia let some curses in Serbian out and started driving faster.

"Blast them away or something! Don't you have any grenades?!" Macedonia exclaimed in the walkie talkie.

"That's what we're doing! Or better to say trying but drive faster so we can drive faster or they'll bomb us off the road first!"

At that Serbia sped up more, pushing the accelerator literally down as far as it could go.
Seeing that, you everyone in the car quickly started playing, including Serbia.

"We're so going to die," Albania mumbled to himself.

And then they heard an explosion.

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This is actually my Hetalia Greece OC yiannis, but you imagine that Greece looks like this in this story here too.



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