The Dysfunctional Family Of Europe (Reader x Yugotalia)

Ch.4 Voices

My mind is swimming in a sea of information and...I don't even know how to handle it. After breakfast I went into my room and decided to put on my military uniform to clear my head.

I put on my green blouse and put a clip into my hair, along with a white pencil skirt, my belt tightened around my waist. I looked into the mirror and stood up straight before smiling a little.

"(C/n) your skirt is wrinkled, do you have any pride in your country?"

"You should let me do your hair sometime (C/n), it is so nice I know I could do something with it mon ami~"

I sigh as I can hear England and France practically breathing down my neck without them actually being there.
"Okay...now we start doing my job."I whisper, as I decided I would go and try to talk to king pin Serbia first.

He's the oldest...seems to be the most dominant....and has that alpha dog aura about him that I just don't possess myself...As I walked out of my room I quickly try to pin down his room.

Croatia's is next to mine...so...that still leaves 6 rooms! With I sigh I decided to do some trial and error, knocking on the first door past Croatia's. There is no response, so I put my ear up to the door.

"Now you're acting like a real British spy!"

Shut up England, not now...I can't hear anything. With a deep breath, I turn the knob and open it. The room is dark, and seemed to be a good deal colder than the rest of the house.

The room was a baby blue, with a sort of serenity to it. Looking at the twin sized bed made me think it was a child's room...Kosovo's if anyone.

I slowly walked into the room, looking at the simply laid out room, a thin layer of dusk covering the landscape. I looked at the flowing curtains by his window, a half empty bookshelf...I feel like it told a story of it's own.

On the dresser was a single photo in a frame. It was in washed out color, but I saw a child with a small but gleeful smile, with two men hugging him. One was a rather handsome man winking into the camera.

"Does He Suite Your fancy~?"

Shut it Frenchman. The other man I feel like...Is Croatia. Those green eyes actually look a bit cheerful, as the boy in the middle I could only guess to be Kosovo himself.

"They almost look like a couple of gay lovers with their son...."

Well that is sort of true, but I don't think Croatia is...gay...I shake my head and get that thought straight out of my head, as I feel as if I've overstated my Welcome in this room...

I move away from the dresser and exit the room, closing the door quietly behind me before feeling Eyes on my back. With a shudder I turn down the hall to see someone watching me. They seemed to be my height, but through the sun drenched hallway, I can see his features.

I-is He a ghost?!His Eyes are dead like a fish! And his skin is so pale, oh no I'm trembling....d-deep breaths... "Um....excuse me...who are you?"He seemed in complete control of the situation, with his arms crossed and back leaned up against the wall. His drab looking brown hair seemed nothing like anyone else living here...

"......I want to hear your name first."He Said quietly, but based on just how he sounds alone...He doesn't seem that old. But...now that he brung it up, I haven't even said my country's name once to anyone!

"My name is (C/n)...I'm from the EU, and I'm here to establish peace in the household. Now what is your name?"I ask again, as he stares back. ".....Croatia and Slovenia are already in the EU, why do you find the need to be here...."

I bite my tongue, realizing this guy is right. But from what I've seen Croatia is really trying his best but....they need me here. "What is the matter with just getting some help?" He's avoiding the question!

".......Bosnia and Herzegovina. I am on the waiting list for the EU. But so are the rest of the people in this house....With our reputation it is up to fate if we get in...."He Said, looking off to the side.

"That's not true! We let people in the EU, we just have to make sure they are...good...and not going crazy..."I-in reality I feel like the EU is crumbling with England saying he was going to leave...

He doesn't say anything as he looks at the door I was standing by. "You went in Kosovo's room......It would be a shame...if Croatia figured out you were snooping around our brother's room...."Bosnia said before looking away with this...emotionless face that hasn't changed.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind...."....But...Bosnia is his younger brother....they know each other... "He wouldn't...."

".....if you go out and buy me some licorice I won't say anything to him."Bosnia said, uncrossing his arms and just standing by the corner of the hall. He seemed quite skinny compared to the other muscular guys here.

"F-fine...."I sigh as he starts to walk away, opening a door. "This is my room. Knock twice."He Said blandly before turning his back and closing it. I guess I have to go out on an errand...

I begin to leave the house, but as I get out the house I feel as if someone was there with me. Looking to my right I see Slovenia standing next to me, a similar expression on his face.

"Errand?" I ask. "B-beer run...."I look at my watch for a moment before frowning at the tall blond. "It is barely eleven—Didn't you just have a hangover?!"I ask him, as he shields his face as if I were going to hit him.

"O-okay I did....B-but I'm walking so I don't have to worry about drinking and driving!"He Said with a small, timid smile. I let out a slight chuckle of a sigh as I nod. "You are not getting any more beer. We are going to get water and licorice."

He raised a brow at me as we began walking. "Licorice? I didn't take you as the type to like that sort of candy...."Slovenia Said. "Well I don't...It's for Bosnia actually...He asked me to get it for him."

"Ooooh....He doesn't talk much you know...I'm a bit surprised he asked you."He Said, a conflicted smile on his face. "Why so? Doesn't he talk to you guys? I mean you are family...."

Slovenia slowly shook his head. "He really doesn't talk to us....Serbia says that he talks with him often, but I honestly think he's a little messed up in the head."He Said, hanging his head low.

I reached my hand out and gently patted his back, trying to comfort him. "Don't worry...eventually he'll talk to you."

I don't even if my own words are true...

"You should have more faith in yourself, have some pride in your County!"

"England, you don't even have any pride in your own country most of the time...."I mutter.

"What?"Slovenia blinks.

"What?"

.....these voices are becoming troublesome....