Yugotalian 8

Chapter two

23. 2. 2006.

The first world conference will be held where the Yugotalian 8 countries would soon go.

Well...

Not the first one...

But the first conference after it happened.

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-Dear Serbia, with my honor I am inviting you to the world conference, a meeting where countries from all over the world meet and talk about world problems. It will be held in London (GB) on the twenty-fifth of February at eight A.M. I really hope you can come. From The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.- Serbia reads out to himself and looks to his left where a calendar was hanging.

-Hmm...That's for two days...- He says and puts down the letter, turning towards the hall to his bedroom.

-Trebao bi krenuti sutra. (I should go tomorrow.)- He says while opening the door to the room. He walks on and immediately opens the closet while pulling out a suitcase from under his bed. Someone knocks on the door and he sighs, looking towards it.

-Uđite...(Come in.)- He says and a younger politician comes in quietly. Serbia groans and rolls his eyes.

-Hello Mr. Serbia.- The male says and Serbia looks once again.

-What do you want now?- He asks turning his glare towards the open closet.

-Well I heard you got the invitation to the world conference.- The male says and Serbia looks over to him.

-Yeah, I did. What about it?- He asks putting the suitcase on the floor in front of him.

-Well the other ex-Yugoslavian countries will be there, and it will be pretty awkward. What we have to warn you about is that you should not talk about the past or start fighting.- The politican says and Serbia bit his lip. He was right, they will be there. He shivers at the thought of seeing his siblings again. His mad siblings that is. He smiles nervously and looks at the young Serbian politician that was standing at the doorway.

-Now that you mentioned that...Could I not go? I mean...There is two hundred and four other countries on this planet, they surely wouldn't mind me not coming.- He mumbles out the last part. The younger male sighs and shakes his head.

-I'm afraid not. Plus, not all of the countries are called to the meetings only around fifty countries are.- The politician says and Serbia sighs Looking at the floor. He hated this. He will need to see Montenegro who betrayed him in the middle of war and left him a month ago. He'll also see Croatia that is now his worst enemy even through they were best friends before. And the worst, he'll see Bosnia and Herzegovina which he hurt a lot. He regrets it all, and he can say it a million times to them, but they would never forget him. He looks up at the politician once again.

-Was that all?- He asks in a monotone voice and the male nods, turning to leave the room.

-Sretan put gospodine Srbija.(Have a nice trip mister Serbia.)- He says and closes the door. Serbia looks at the opened closet and quietly gets the things he needs and starts putting them into the suitcase. He really didn't want to go there. He didn't want to see them. Not because he hated them or anything like that, it's just...He would feel sad and nervous the whole meeting as everyone would give him judgemental looks.

-I have to go, it's my duty.- He says to himself and puts the last shirt inside of the suitcase. He sits down and looks under his bed for something.

-Hmm....Gdje je?(Where is it?)- He asks with a confused look on his face. He gets up and walks out of the room, turning to his basement. He opens the door to be greeted by long stairs. He walks down them and turns on the light. Everything was pretty messy and dirty which made Serbia frown. He walks towards some boxes and opens each one of them.