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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgbojXlfn20&ab_channel=PeachesLamb]Raindrops[/url]

The mist was already thick when the rain began, every step from the horse causing a meaty splash of soft muddy ground. The beast itself whinnied softly, barely legible over the pattering of rain. The only other sounds were a metallic clacking as the saddle moved about slightly, and the howling of the wind, sounding like a war-horn blaring out to command a march. God, the days when that was necessary were far gone. Still, it was far too obvious that war was standard for humans and their pets, how utterly lovely.

[color=00aeef]"Serbia!"[/color]

[i]Thank Christ, I've been followed, I had absolutely no chance of doing this on my own whatsoever.[/i]

Serbia pulled up on the reins and tugged the horse around to look his younger brother in the eyes, brows down but chin up as to portray disapproval as clearly as possible, he assumed that Montenegro would have understood, they had always seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to each other's intentions.

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Montenegro gave a similar scowl back, but with his chin lowered into his chest. He almost looked... angry. Serbia hadn't exactly seen this before, they had been inseparable and always listened to the other ever since they'd been freed. Serbia's glare faltered a moment, one of his eyebrows managing to push itself up for a second in confusion.

[color=00aeef]"Serbia, I know that this is what you planned, and I know well enough how deep this rabbit hole goes, but I'm not going to let this happen,"[/color] he said, determination etched onto his face and into his eyes. Serbia's glare had completely faded now, all that was left was confusion. Montenegro had attempted to aid with every step of the plan, and now he was standing, stone-faced in opposition to a plan that he had a hand in creating. Serbia's mouth hung slightly agape, he had to force himself to sit up as a slouch had begun to force itself onto him. Montenegro however, remained unchanging, not even removing his glasses as water washed over them, leaving them cloudy and covered in hundreds of water droplets.

[color=0054a6]"I don't understand, you aid me, I get what I want, and then you attempt to stop me? War is inevitable, Montenegro! Whether it's me who starts it or not, what matters is getting ahead, and with Russia's help I can finally end outside influence over the Balkans. If you stop me, we'll be dead within weeks!"[/color]

[color=00aeef]"You're lying to yourself, Serbia, murdering Austria won't change a thing!"[/color]

Serbia barred his teeth and snarled, rainwater matting his hair to his forehead.

[color=0054a6]"I have never lied, not to you, not to anyone! Accuse me of anything you want, but I am no liar!"[/color] Serbia screeched. It was around this time when the wind began to pick up more than ever, and thunder began to echo weakly in the distance.

[color=00aeef]"Always quick to anger, brother. Is that what this is about? Some pathetic desire to get revenge on everyone who's done you wrong?"[/color] Montenegro responded, gesturing wildly as his hair madly spun about in the breeze. Serbia's snarl suddenly disappeared in response, and when he spoke next, his voice was calm and yet still tipped with acid.

[color=0054a6]"Yes,"[/color] he stated smugly. [color=0054a6]"That is all I've ever wanted."[/color]

Montenegro's eyes shot open in response to Serbia's statement, his mouth opening and closing madly as he tried and failed to think of something to say. He removed his glasses with one shaky hand, and stared at Serbia, sweat beginning to mix with the rain that poured down his brow. Serbia stared at him in response, and for one long moment, they simply maintained eye contact, neither moving an inch. It was the first argument they'd had since Montenegro's foundation, and it seemed as if Serbia was simply too convinced in his own righteousness to change his course.

Finally, Serbia had enough, pulling his horse around with one last glance at Montenegro. Kicking his heels into the beast, he rode forth, prepared to start a war, leaving Montenegro alone, fist clenched in frustration and mind alight with fear and worry. Serbia didn't think twice about it, the Slavs would be free, even if it cost half the continent.