Country Stories presents: Chaos (LEGACY)

Attack

The strangest person anyone could see in its life was walking around Sarajevo, that person who  caused chills at first sight and not because he was intimidating, but because his existence in itself made no sense; a pale, tall man with ash-blonde hair and considerable chestnut locks, whose right eye was blue on the top and green on the bottom, with those colors inverted on the left, although the strangest thing about that person was nothing more and nothing less than his voice, or his voices; a male and a female voice were heard each time he spoke...also, he always referred to himself as "us". Someone so strange could not be anyone but Austria-Hungary.

A-H: It was fun to see that military exercise, but that really left us exhausted...Do you think it would be a good idea to take a walk around the city since we are here?

Next to him (or them) was a blue-eyed, brown-eyed boy in humble clothes that consisted only of gray dress pants with a navy blue coat and stars like buttons, Bosnia-Herzegovina

B-Her: Yes, of course, if you do what you want...

A-H: Come on, do not be so bitter. You can join us!

B-Her:  I'm definitely not going to accompany you...look, the car is a few blocks from here, just look for it and go for a ride

A-H: Okay, thanks

Bosnia-Herzegovina reluctantly bid farewell and left on the opposite course of Austria-Hungary, walked a few streets and entered a cafe where a man with a serious and threatening face, with light brown hair and pale yellow eyes, was waiting for him. B-Her went to the table.

B-Her: I'm sorry for the delay! Have you been here a long time, Serbia?

Serbia: 15 minutes ago, do not worry, I already asked you for the usual

B-Her: Café au lait?

Serbia: Apparently it is cultivated by Kolumbija, there has been a lot of production on his part lately

B-Her: I heard it's high quality

Serbia: And it is...wait, wearen't here to talk about it

B-Her: I expected you to have forgotten

Serbia: I do not plan on doing it, you promised. Don't you hate that weird guy as much as I do?

B-Her: As much as you...no, but definitely being part of his "Empire", if we can call it that...

Serbia: What matters is that, and that you with great certainty said "Of course I will help you!" when I told you...

B-Her: You wanted to do an attack, I know, but I did not mean this!

Serbia: You should have specified then, you told me you would help, not what you wanted to help me with

B-Her: I know! But...

Serbia: Do not tell me you're scared. He should know he won it! Ignore my kind suggestions to the Balkans , they were just looking for prosperity...Those western babies!

B-Her: But we're talking about Austrija-Mađarska...I do not think he's a Western baby...and if I knew you less, your suggestions would have scared me a lot, not to mention that-

Serbia: The point is to kill him!

B-Her: I know! But I do not feel ready

Serbia: And I feel entitled to tell you that there is no turning back

B-Her: -He just sighed- Where is the gun?

Serbia: Here - He showed a napkin with a written address, apparently indicating a road hotel- Look very carefully in the closet of room six

B-Her: Sure...Are you done?

Serbia: A while ago, so we should go now, let's strive tomorrow

B-Her: Let's try...

It was dark, Bosnia was lying on the bed in room 6, he couldn't sleep, he knew what he was about to do in a few hours was going to get him  into real trouble, but there was no turning back. All that remained was to try to sleep, he stared at the closet and finally closed his eyes, at least a couple of hours.

The next day, Austria-Hungary heard the news that Dalmatia had contracted influenza, "The fool will have climbed the mountains again, and surely got down very abruptly" he thought, now he had to go to the hospital to visit her..."And on top of it, her lack of a sense of direction led her to Sarajevo...Will she be conspiring against us?...Impossible?"He got on the same car of his ride the day before to go to the hospital.

Bosnia was standing in a corner, very little aware of his reality, in a leather bag he had a simple gun, he was trying to convince himself that it was not going to be so bad, just a shot and everything would end. "Aim, shoot, flee...aim, shoot, flee", without realizing, he had already advanced four streets, he had not realized that he ended up closer to his goal than expected.

The car had stopped. Apparently the driver had taken a wrong turn and had to check the map to locate and get to the hospital, Austria-Hungary got down for a moment to admire the landscape, more picturesque than expected...but the moment lasted very little, Aus -Hun began to feel a look on him, and before he could react, a bullet was already coming towards him, by a reflexion he turned his head, making the bullet only scratch him; between the daze of his senses  and the shock of the moment, he could only distinguish the blurred silhouette of Bosnia, who had decided to shoot about 15 minutes after realizing that Aus-Hun was passing by, Aus-Hun did not notice, but Bosnia was terrified, he had failed the only shot the gun had and now everything would go from bad to worse.

A half hour passed until Austria-Hungary recovered, and he spoke to Bosnia.

A-H: You were very foolish not to have killed us

B-Her: I ...

A-H: But at this point we know you, you would not be able to come up with such a plan. Where is Serbien?

B-Her: He's...in...in...around here...in the center of the city...

A-H: Thanks for telling me, do not worry, nothing will happen to you...unlike him...

He left the place to find a public telephone, when he found it, he dialed a number that answered in a matter of seconds

A-H: Deutschland? We need to talk

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Back to our days, Serbia and Bosnia are once again sitting face to face, a friendly conversation at the World Tour Café, Bosnia-Herzegovina now wearing a jumpsuit over a navy blue shirt and a button with his flag and Serbia now wearing a pair of jeans and a white shirt under a red jacket, he now had his flag in an eye patch.

Serbia: Did you ask for the usual?

B-Her: No, I asked for a submarine. Have you heard of it? It's a chocolate bar that is submerged in milk, very elegant, Argentina's recommendation

Serbia: I've never tried it, maybe when I "solve" a couple of things with the keb-

B-Her: -He looked at him for about two seconds and then bursted out laughing- You haven't changed a little, right?

Serbia: I don't think so, but I can't be sure, I haven't hated someone at such levels in a long time

B-Her: Now that I think about it...it's true, I haven't even seen you hating Croatia that way...

Serbia: He's not worth it, no matter how much he stabbed my eye, he's not worth it

B-Her: You know? I never found out what happened after the shot, you lived it in the front row. What happened?

Serbia: Get comfy...now I'm going to tell you how we created the most lethal domino effect you could have seen

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