Nikola Tesla One Shots

IV (Meet The Serbs)

"Nikola, are you sure meeting your parents is a good idea? I don't think they'll like me." You said, to your newly wed husband, Nikola.

"Yes, I'm sure. My mother and father will love the fact I finally married." Nikola said, turning away from the airplane window.

You were flying from Missouri (I'm from Missouri, btw) to Kanjiža, Serbia. Nikola's parents lived there. You were worried about the fact you didn't speak Serbian and Nikola told you that his mother couldn't read and spoke no English at all.

"If you say so Nikola. I trust you." You said, leaning on his shoulder, half asleep.

"I love you." Nikola said, kissing your forehead.

You slept for a while until Nikola woke you up because the plane would be landing soon. The plane landed and you two got off. You were a bit scared. Serbia was nothing like the rolling hills of corn in Missouri you knew so well and loved. (I'm sorry, my midwesterness is showing.)

It was Christmas in Serbia, it was very cold. There were signs everywhere in Serbian, that you could not understand.

Nikola called for a taxi and the driver drove you towards his parents home. Tension and anxiety built up in your stomach. You hoped they wouldn't disprove of you because you were foregin or that they thought you weren't good enough for Nikola.

Soon enough, you arrived at the small home. It was made of old bricks, a charcoal colored roof. It was much smaller than what you had expected. As Nikola got your bags you felt frozen, as if the world was on your shoulders.

"Are you ready, Y/N? I promise they'll like you." Nikola said, taking your hand.

"Yes. Just nervous, I suppose." You said, walking up to the door with him.

Nikola knocked on the door and it opened to appear an old woman with long fading black hair, dark eyes, and an even older white dress.

"О Никола, недостајао си ми! И да ли је ово твоја жена!?" (Oh Nikola, I've missed you! And is this your wife!?) She said, happily.

"Yes mother, this is Y/N." Nikola said, stepping in and giving his mother a hug.

In the back you saw a tall man with dark eyes and long legs, whom you could only guess was Nikola's father, Milutin, the Serbian Orthodox Priest. Nikola had told you that he was a strict yet loving man.

He came up to you. He was much taller than you.

"Are you Y/N, my son's wife?" He said, with a very strong accent.

"Yes, sir." You said.

He pulled you into a tight hug and said, "I'm so glad he decided to marry a woman like you."

"You've done well, Nikola." Milutin said, embracing his son.

Nikola's mother, Georgina came over and gave you a hug also and put her hands on your face. She said something in Serbian.

After a while, you felt at home, as if they actually liked you, and they did.