Yugotalian 8

Chapter three

25. 2. 2006

The date of the first meeting the ex-Yugaslavians will go to.

Well, let's see how this'll end...

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Serbia groans as his alarm goes off and hits the snooze button as hard as he can while sitting up.

-Why does everything need to be so early?- He whines and yawns, stretching his back a little before getting up and walking into his bathroom. He showers himself quickly and brushes his teeth. He gets out and makes himself a coffee so he could feel just a little bit alive. He sighs and takes the cup of hot coffee in his hand.

-I'm going to be seeing them today...- He says to himself and looks down at the wooden floor. He didn't know how to act or what to say so he was naturally nervous.

-Heh, nothing to be nervous about Serbia. They'll probably ignore you the whole meeting anyways.- He says in the second person point of view. He finishes his coffee and puts on his shoes. He grabs his jacket and takes his keys, walking out of the apartment and locking it. He enters his car and slowly starts driving towards the building in which the conference was held. As he drives toward the building he whispers his rules to himself.

-One, don't mention the past. Two, shut your judgeful mouth and go with whoever elses plan but yours. Three, no fights or arguments. Finally the most important, four, no declaring war.- He repeats to himself over and over until he parks in front of the building and sighs loudly, getting out of the car. He looks over to the building.

-Sad ili nikada...(Now or never.)- He whispers to himself and walks towards the front door where he saw a man in a uniform with sunglasses on.

-Your invitation, please.- The man says to Serbia as he looks all over his bag for it.

-Here it is.- He gives it to the man who checks if it's fake. After he does that he gives it back to Serbia with a glare.

-I have to check you for weapons so put your hands up on the wall.- He says and the Serbian looks at him with a confused look on his face.

-Wha- Why would you need to check me for weapons!? I just came to a meeting on which I was invited to!- He yells at the male who just pushes him into the wall.

-You did a genocide on some other countries not that long ago and had some fights with mister Albania. Why would we trust you so easily?- The man says and Serbia sighs and frowns. After a minute of being checked the man says that Serbia can go inside. He opens the door to Serbia who just walks quietly next to him. Can it be that literally no one trusted him? It hurt him, badly. After that happened, he can just imagine what the countries will be like on the meeting. He goes over to the the door where a paper on which were the words "World conference" were written and opens it a little bit just to see some of the countries already there, talking to each other.

-Yeah, dude! Why would you invite that guy to the conference! You know he's super evil and that he's working with Russia! Plus I even needed to bomb him a few years in the back!- America yells and England sighs.

-He's still an independent country, yes? He has the rights to come to as many world conferences as he wants.- He says to the American who just rolls his eyes.

-Are they talking about me?- He asks no one quietly and frowns even more. They though he was evil? Why? Plus what does Russia have to do with anything?

-Da, I'm pretty sure they are Stan.- A Russian accent is easy to notice in that voice. Serbia jumps and turns around to be greeted by a white scarf.

-R-Russia?- He asks and looks up at the fimiliar blonde who just smiles nodding.

-Da, who else could it be?- He asks and Serbia smiles, chuckling a little bit.