Ch.10 The Man on the Couch

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It took me some time before I decided how I would introduce myself to this guy. Macedonia came home with the garlic, as Serbia and I helped her cook. Once we finished, we shared out the food, which smelled heavily once it was plated. "Should we eat at the table today?"Macedonia asked as Serbia just shrugged. "Whatever, I don't care."

With a smile she yelled to get the other males down to eat, causing me to cover my ears. She has...q-quite the booming voice. "You didn't have to yell...."Croatia sighed as he came down, seeing everything already done, including setting up the table.

Soon after Bosnia and Slovenia came down as well, everyone sitting down. Now I can pop the question! "Hey, isn't the man laying on the couch going to eat with us?" Everyone seemed to let out some sort of collective sigh. I don't understand.

"Well,"Macedonia started. "Montenegro is always sleeping on the couch. But here."She handed me a plate. "Bring that to him. See if he wakes up."She smiled, ushering me off to go do the deed. I slowly walked into the living room, hearing the distant chatter of the countries in the background as I approached the couch. He seemed...normal. Brown hair, and these...blandish clothes. Nothing too striking about him.

I kneeled down next to him, seeing his eyes were closed and he was breathing slowly. He's been like this the whole day, he has to wake up. With some quick thinking and a blink of hesitation, I pinched his nose closed and covered his mouth. After a few moments of silence, he suddenly started flailing.

"W-What the—"He sat up a little, but his eyes were still closed, looking right at me somehow. ".....Who are you?"He asked. So this is Montenegro...I have gotten no information on him whatsoever. So I don't even know what to expect from him. "Oh, my name is (C/N) and...I've been sent to live here for a year to help you guys. With domestic stuff."I said with a smile, hoping he could see me.

"Macedonia, Serbia and I made some dinner so..."I handed the plate to him as he relaxed against the cushions and gave a nod. "I'm..."He paused. "Who am I again?" He scratched his chin in seemingly deep thought. "I don't know who I am, nice to meet you."He Said before starting to eat.

"You don't know?" I asked him, completely floored because—Who is this guy? I got up, getting my plate before returning to the living room, sitting on the floor next to the couch. "So...You don't know who you are?" "Nope." Macedonia heard this and almost butted in. "You are—" "SHHHH!" I hushed Macedonia before pausing and apologizing to her.

"No no no, I'm going to jog his memory."I said as she laughed and went back to eating. "....You know who I am?"The man tilted his head. Why are his eyes still closed? "Yeah, I know. All I need is for you to know."He paused before continuing to eat. "Not interested." "Not interested?!" "I don't care who I am really..."

I decided to pause for a bit, eating some of the food and...It turned out to be really delicious. "See..."Montenegro started. "I...Just...don't really care who I am. The way my life is now is...great so why change it by knowing my name?" He Said, leaning back on the couch. "...I feel like it's important to know though..."

"That's your feeling, I have my own..."He Said, placing his now empty plate on the ground. "....Wait so...Do you know like...about yourself?" "In what way?" "Um...Like your past and stuff."He paused before looking off to the side, and then he laid down facing away from me. I got up and started rocking him forcefully, he's not just going to ignore my question!

"Oi! Answer my question or else I'm not going to let you sleep ever again!"The man let out an annoyed groan, although soft, and covered his ears. "I'm not going to stop just because you covered your ears! I know you can still hear me hollering at you—Answer the question!"

"Aaahhh....."He sighed and rolled over onto his stomach, not looking at me still. "Fine Fine!"He finally said in an exasperated tone. "Just stop shaking me—Oi!"I moved my hands away from him slowly as he poked his head up, eyes still closed for some reason.

"My past...Ah...It's with that guy. The scary guy. Lead pipe, cold you know the one." He Said nonchalantly, how could you not remember his name?!

'There is no way he could've forgotten Russia! Oi, (c/n) I think you've run into a mad lad!'

'Ai! I knew one of them was involved with that brute Russia! (c/n) retreat? Retreat full speed! I'll even re-militarize the Maginot Line for you!'

'Shut up both of you!' Ugh I thought they had finally gone away...

'Well that's rude.'

'Oui, quite rude.'

"I can't remember his name..."Montenegro sighed, slowly putting his head down more. "I was one of his henchmen." As soon as he said it, I felt some sort of pang in my chest. The weight on his words hit like a ton of bricks. There was a lot to pack from that...

"....Did that answer your question?"He asked, still not looking my way. I took a moment, gulping something down before nodding. "....Yeah it did...Sorry to...interrogate you like that..."I had to apologize to him, I mean...I got too feisty is all.

"Oi."He lifted his head a little, and looked right at me. "Thanks." Montenegro gave a small smile my way before he opened his eyes a little. They were brown, just like dark coffee. "You're nice...Well...you know where I'll be."He Said, relaxing his body as he gave me a wink in the process, returning to sleep.

I took up our plates, in deep thought about the man I had just met. That wink was meant to tip me off wasn't it...I shook my head, not paying attention to anyone as I scraped whatever was left on the plates in the garbage, putting them in the sink.

I think Slovenia said something to me but I can't even tell what he was saying, my mind is racing! I quickly went up the stairs, just thinking, thinking so much, I think my head hurts...

I made it to my room and shut the door, slowly sliding down. What to do what to do...

'So one of his winks was enough to make your heart flutter~?'

"Can it frog! Ugh! I'm going crazy!"I sneered quietly to myself, holding my head. "I am going crazy..."

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