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Serbia x Croatia (Fluff)

Silence.

Silence filled the room in which the two rather salty countries found themselves in.

Well, it wasn't the first time these two were found in the same room.
Rather, it was an every day thing that couldn't be escaped. All because the well known UN thought this would sort things out.

To be honest, it didn't work.

They barely communicated, in fact.
If they did, Serbia would be the first to throw a paper at Croatia to tease him. Croatia would, of course, throw one back, and even show the middle finger to him as a way to tell him to fuck off.

But yet, it was still silent.

Only sighs and groans knew to come from them as they did the paperwork with frustration.

But today seemed to be different.
Right off the bat, Serbia gave Croatia a slap to the back of his head as he was heading to his work desk.
The Croatian took that rather personally, and quickly got up to slap him back (on the head °п°!!) before Serbia could even reach his own desk.

He violently turned and hit him as a warning, which soon enough turned into a fight.

The fight went on for a minute or two, to which they kept moving throughout their working room. In the end, Cro was pinned by a door to the supply room, by Serbia, who was just as tired from the fight as the Croatian. They huffed as they glared at eachother.
Croatia was about to give one last hit, but ended up holding the handle in the process and opening the door, to which - they both fell into the supply room (tbh, don't know how it's called? feel free to correct me-).

"You stupid--! Get off of me!", the Croatian yelled, as his back ached due to him landing on the floor, while Serbia was saved by his body.

"Annoying as usual, ustasha", he rolled his eyes, as he lifted himself up off from the other.

The two kept glaring at eachother until they heard the door close rather violently.
This door.. couldn't be opened from the inside without a key.. right..?
Serbia tested it, but without luck - they were stuck. Together. In the room. Without personal space.

Serbia began to yell, perhaps someone was nearby.. but unfortunately, no one could hear them.

"Could you shut up?! As if anyone would respond to your stupid cries for help!", the Croatian groaned, finally getting up.
"You just did.", he commented with a monotone voice.
"You know what I mean!"

"Is there anything we could wreck this door open with?", the Serbian asked, as he still tried to open it himself.

"As if I know!", the Croatian annoyingly answered, looking behind him, examining the supplies. Most were bottles and sponges for cleaning purposes.
"No.", he added, as he took an eye at everything.

"Then there is nothing else we could do other then yelling and hoping someone will hear us.", Serbia explained, "But it doesn't appear anyone is nearby."

"Great. Now I'm stuck here with you."

"I noticed"

The Croatian scoffed, deciding to lean on a wall and glare at the other.

"What is it, ustasha?", the Serbian growled, annoyed of the silent treatment. Well, Croatia speaking wasn't any better, but.. it was better then going insane from lack of communication in a tiny room such as this.

"What do you think?!", the Croatian angrily asked back.

The next thing came rather out of Serbia's wild instinct - he pinned The other to the wall Croatia was already leaning onto.
"I think you're bitching out"

"W-What?", the Croatian was caught off guard by the sudden swift move - it even flustered him, but in this dark room, it was hard to see it clearly.

"You like to reflect onto the past with bitterness of seeing me, yet live in the present where you are free.", he spoke as he kept his gaze on Croatia's emerald, green eyes. 

The Croatian stayed silent in slight fear as the other towered him.

"Isn't that just bitchy?", he asked with his serious face.

Croatia didn't know what scared him more - the pinning Serbia, or his heartbeat suddenly going insane from their position.

Before Croatia could even answer, a pair of rough lips interrupted him and his thoughts.

His heart raced, never believing the Serbian would ever step so low.
Well, stepped low as well soon enough, kissing him back.

"I love it when you're bitchy silent", he laughed with pride to his achievement once he broke the kiss.

"DO YOU WANT YOUR FACE GONE?!", the Croatian yelled as his face was bright red from both embarrasment and rage.

A few moments after the yell, they heard the door open - the one who opened it was Poland who was sent by UN to check on them.
"Looks like everything is fine with you two!", he nervously smiled, looking away, and soon after they got out, walking out.

"I-It's not what you think!!", the Croatian tried to change Poland's thoughts as he followed him, but to no use.
Serbia stayed in their work room, proud of his achievement.

From then on, the uncomfortable silence was no more.

Hi!! It took me long to update this, i'm so sorry-- i kinda lost motivation, tbh.. but.. today was kinda different, I was hit with an idea and decided to share it, i hope you enjoyed this short oneshot!. Almost 900 words, weee!
-Ansch