The Dysfunctional Family Of Europe (Reader x Yugotalia)

Ch.7 Licorice on the Brain

Bosnia's whole aura just oozed creepiness. I hated it. He was slim and once again, seemed pretty young. He almost looked feminine with his build but, that doesn't really mean anything right?

".....so you know more about us...."He Said, staring directly at me. "Y-Yes I do..."Why does my voice tremble when I'm talking to him! I know I'm not scared of him...I'm not. "You're Muslim Right?" He paused and gave a nod.

Well at least Croatia was telling the truth. I decided to step toward him. "....why don't you talk with your other siblings?"I asked him, going one step at a time. He wasn't saying anything as he watched my movements carefully.

"There is no point."He Said, as it made me stop in my tracks, only about thirty centimeters from him. "...why would you say that...?"Bosnia looked to his door and then at me. ".....Just come with me...."He sighed, rubbing his temple before slowly opening his door and walking inside. It was pitch black.

"Uh...are you going to turn on the light...?"I asked as I slowly walked in the room, squinting to try and see anything before he walked up to me, closing the door. "Bosnia, turn on the light." I said again before getting no response.

'Oooh~What things could happen in the dark mon ami~? Scandalous~'

'Stop it!' My breath was getting shaky from the lack of a response and being somewhere I hadn't been before. "B-Bosnia turn on the light or something, I know you can hear me...."I walked slowly to the closest wall to try and feel for a switch but nothing was there. "Bosnia!"I called his name as I searched for the door to try and get some light in the room.

But then, a light turned on with a small click. "......That feeling....being lost in the dark....with nobody responding to you...is how I feel."He Said, standing by the light but actually covering his eyes. "My eyes are sensitive...so I didn't want to turn it on....."Bosnia said as I walked toward him, my slight panic starting to go away. It was a dim light but I could see the room now.

There was a simple twin sized bed with drab, light blue sheets. Extremely clean, and no decorations anywhere. He had a desk, a dresser and a mirror with a garbage pale that seemed to be filled with licorice wrappers.

".....You ate almost all of them...."I Said as he reaches onto his bed to pull the bag off of it, taking one out and throwing it to me. After a little bit of juggling the candy I caught it but...I didn't want to be rude since I don't like licorice but....I'll...eat it. "......My siblings are nice.....but....I never have a reason to talk to them."

I had to counter him. "No, you've talked to Serbia haven't you?"I said, the horrible taste of the licorice making me sour in tone. "Both Slovenia and Croatia think he's crazy because he says he talks to you. Why is that? Why him?" Bosnia gave me a rather cold look as he sat down on the bed.

".....Because he's easily manipulated. The man is quick tempered....and quick to agree and believe anything that goes with his own thinking."Bosnia said. "....I find his little fits and outbursts to be amusing. I watch from the sidelines as he goes at it with Croatia."

I shook my head gently before it got a little more intense. "No no, this isn't what how siblings should be—This isn't how countries should be—This isn't how anybody should be. Bosnia and Herzegovina, you are playing with someone's life who is already messed up as it is due to past events! For what? For some amusement in those lifeless eyes of yours?"

Bosnia didn't say anything for a moment. "...So I am wrong, is that what you're saying...."He swallowed the candy in his mouth before popping another one in. "....Ethnic cleansing, you've heard the term right...If you live in Europe you have."Bosnia said, starting into me now.

"92' to 95', wasn't that long ago....Serbia came to both Croatia and I....To wipe out a certain ethnic group."He Said, that monotonous voice making this all sound so distorted and sick to me.

"One hundred thousand lives. Lost. Two million. Displaced."

He stood up, moving right in front of me again as I took a step back. He was my height. So his eyes just sunk into me. It gave me chills. "You wonder why I have this dead look in my eyes don't you...."He Said quietly. ".....When you've seen such atrocities done to you by your own brother...it kills you in a way. It kills you, and you can't get it back."

I don't know why at the time, but tears began to roll down my face. I felt like...like trash. I interrogated him, and learned some truly useful stuff but...I..I can't help but feel so bad for him... "Bosnia I-" "...You're...crying..?"That was the first inflection on his voice I'd heard.

"Yes...Yes I'm crying because hearing that aches my heart...This isn't the first time I've heard that everything goes back to Serbia..."I shook my head and looked to the side as I suddenly felt something on my lips. Looking back to him it was another piece of licorice, pushed past carefully before I let it stay in my mouth. "....There has to be a reason he acts the way he does..."

"....I already know what it is...."Bosnia said, slowly sitting back down as I started to wipe my tears. "Could you tell me what it is?" He shook his head. "Hmm...It would be much more amusing to have you figure it out yourself."

"....I'm starting to believe you're a sociopath. Do you enjoy watching things crumble?" "Indeed I do." The immediate response was not what I was expecting, causing me to bite my lip. ".....U-Um...."Bosnia looked at me again. "I'm starting to believe...Hmph. I don't even know if I should say it."He shrugged, laying down now.

"Say what?" He went silent. "Say what Bosnia, what were you going to say?"I asked again, but to no avail, as I let out a sigh of defeat. "....Do you like licorice?" He asked, taking a 180 with the subject. "Honestly, I'm not fond of it...." "But you ate it anyway..."

"I thought it would make you happy if we had something in common."I replied as he raised a brow at me. "....Make me..happy..."He paused. "Whatever helps you sleep at night....Could you turn off the light and close the door after you leave...."He mumbled, seemingly drowsy.

"Alright...thanks for talking with me..."I told him quietly before walking to the light, and shutting it off. Plunging into darkness again, I moved across the wall and made the door after a few minutes before hearing Bosnia again. "Thanks for listening to me."

I turned back a little as I opened the door. That made me feel a little bit better about this whole situation. "Your Welcome Bosnia, anytime."I told him before slipping out and closing the door, feeling my legs buckling with a flood of emotions. That was a trip. I need a drink...and not just water a drink.