The Dysfunctional Family Of Europe (Reader x Yugotalia)

Ch.6 The Story

I might as well see what Croatia is getting so excited for...He seemed to be a rather serious person, but here I am listening to him cheer in joy. Maybe I laid down my judgement too early I have an entire year to get to know these guys, as countries and as people. I need to take my time.

I get off my bed slowly and stretch, before straightening myself out, opening the door as I went down to the living room to figure it out. There he was, the person who I thought was the most serious one in the house, wearing a checkered jersey, flag in his hand and yelling at a tv screen.

He was speaking his native tongue as his team got fouled, and it rolled right off his tongue...It was like an odd version of Russian with a Spanish...or an Italian twang to it. I have never heard anything like it, but the language is beautiful although it seems like he's cursing....

"Croatia? What are you so excited for?"The brown haired man turned to me with pure passion and glee in his eyes for once. "Nogomet? Duh? Fútbol World Cup!"He exclaimed before pointing at the tv. "My Team Just Beat Denmark after over time...And we won in the shootout..."He breathed out blissfully, pumping his fists in the air again.

This is probably the happiest I've ever seen him...And...It makes me feel really good to see him enjoy himself. "So what does that mean for your team?"I asked him, just getting a little swept up in the good vibes he had.

"Well, I advance to the next round of course. It hasn't been decided against who yet."Croatia said, looking back at the screen. "Ah...I love my team...This year we can do it! I feel it this time!"He Said as some footsteps were heard coming down the steps.

"Croatia what would you like for lunch?"Macedonia's warm voice asked, a smile on her face. He thought for a second before walking toward the kitchen. "I'll make lunch, what're we having?" Croatia seemed so different with Macedonia then he did with everyone else... he was so gentle and actually seemed happy.

I turned to the tv again to see Croatia's team, all hugging each other and cheering, gesturing to the crowd. They seemed like nice people. "Hey, Do you want anything?"Macedonia glanced over to me before I ended up walking to the kitchen to join the two. "Um...I'll be content with a bowl of fruit...."

My mind started to drift as I leaned against the kitchen counter, not paying attention to what Croatia and Macedonia were chatting about. I have met everything I believe...except for one...But then that's when it happened.

Croatia made two sandwiches, taking one on a plate over to the supply closet near the steps. He knocked on it. I watched silently as it gently opened a crack. "Who's...?" "Kosovo. He's our little brother."Macedonia said quietly.
"Why is he in the closet?"I turned to her as she looked down and to the side, a sense of shame on her face.

Croatia sat down next to the door and ate his food as the other sandwich disappeared behind the door. "....Nobody should have to live like that..."The mumble escaped my lips as Macedonia gave a small nod. "...Why is He like that? Doesn't he have a room?" "He does...."She answered. "....You're not going to tell me?"

After a couple moments she held her lunch and shook her head. "I can't. It's too much."She said, starting to walk away. "We don't tell our story to just anybody...." "H-hey! Then people are always going to see you guys in the same light if you don't explain yourselves!"I called to her, earning the attention of Croatia as the supply door shut. He made a 'tsk' sound before putting down his sandwich and standing up.

"What. What do you want to hear huh?"I hadn't realized at first but I was reaching for Macedonia, slowly retracting my hand as she stood on the steps. ".....The Kosovo wars and...Everything involving him is...a very hot topic I know....but...people are going to keep asking if you guys don't explain."I said, lowering my head. "I was sent by the—"

"Yeah we know. The EU, but you forget I'm in it too."Croatia said. "So is Slovenia, but do you see us getting listened to? Our opinions don't matter on this topic."He pointed up the stairs to a door. "Only his does. Serbia's."Croatia said before looking at his sister. "Go eat. I'll deal with this."He Said as Macedonia but her lip and scurried up the stairs.

He sat down by the supply closet and patted the spot next to him for me to sit on the other side. I took my bowl of fruit and slowly sat down. The world looks so much bigger from all the way down here...

"....I'm going to explain to you what happened. Since you care to listen."He said, his green eyes holding something indescribable in them. "Croatia you don't—" "No no...I do. So just...listen to me."

We stayed there for at least two hours. The story he told me was...Was the Kosovo war or the conflict, whatever you want me to call it. Ethnic groups clashing on things they thought were right.

Thoughts turned into ideas.

Ideas to actions.

Actions into movements.

Movements to bloodshed.

It really made a pit in my stomach to hear all of this. To control the conflict the United Nations got involved and...bombed Serbia. For eleven weeks...Countries truly are something else...

It was...Ethnic Albanians and Ethnic Serbians that were basically fighting over Kosovo....Albania...He isn't related to thee guys...But obviously they must be in the area. "Croatia, what is this family's relation to Albania?"

Croatia seemed to freeze up a bit as he looked to the side. "....He's a family friend but...Uh...It's Just a Religion thing that bugs us."He Said. "He's Muslim And so is Kosovo...Well by majority they are....But then see the rest of us here in this house are Christian. But then there are sectors to that too Yeah? So I would say...Slovenia, Myself are Catholic...Everyone Else is Orthodox....I believe that's by majority—Oh Wait no...Bosnia is actually more Muslim."He corrected himself, as I took mental notes on all of this.

"I don't care about religion honestly, but Serbia is a huge stickler...Macedonia probably secretly cares...Bosnia I don't think minds as long as you don't insult him, but then again he doesn't talk...."I raised a brow at this. 'He doesn't talk?' I thought oddly. 'He talked to me...'

"Bosnia doesn't talk to you?"I asked, just to make sure. "No, not a word to any of us, but I think Serbia is a bit crazy because he says sometimes Bosnia does talk to him." So he doesn't talk to everyone on the house...Interesting...I think I'll try and talk to him next.

"Croatia Um...."I put a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you so much for telling me about this. It'll help me out a lot."I gave him a smile, glancing at his face to see if he returned it. He barely forced himself to.

"It's no problem....It you're going to be here for a year...then you might as well know about us..."He Said, starting to get up, forcing me to retract my hand. I ended up standing with him as he started walking away. "I'm heading to my room."He Said, before heading up the steps, disappearing into his room with a heavy sense of guilt on his face.

As I slowly climbed the steps I heard a door creak open before closing again, as I looked back. The supply closet opened for a second. I slowly turned my head and started speed walking to my room before heading a small noise.

"Tsk." A pair of dead eyes piercing me from the darkness of a bedroom. He almost looks like a doll, how lifeless he
is. "W-What?"I asked, voice shaking a little. Bosnia never talks huh...Well here I am talking to him. Why is he so creepy?!