Stars in the Sky

Chapter 11: Resolution... Or, Not?

Serboga's agape jaw filled Molossia with such anxiety. He smiled awkwardly at the other micronation, a bead of sweat running down his temple.

What was he to say now? What was he to do? He hadn't thought this far in the plan yet. Hell, he didn't even think Canada's interference would actually work. But he knew he had to say something.

The brunette took a sharp, deep breath before extending his hand to the Italian.

"I uh... I know you probably weren't expecting this to happen but heeey, heh uh," he stuttered. "What's up roomie?"

Seborga, still flabbergasted by the North American country, eyed Molossia's hands suspiciously. He wasn't sure how to react or what to say. Surely him being roomed was some kind of mistake. Perhaps if he talked to Canada something else could be arranged?

"I..." Seborga sighed. "I think I should talk to Senore Canada..."

With that, the Italian turned around to head out the door. Molossia panicked as he saw this and rushed ahead of him.

"Wait!" he shouted, stepping between Seborga and the door. "Seb, look, can you just hear me out? I went through all this trouble to talk to ya! Can't you at least listen?"

Seborga's face scrunched up in confusion. His heart was pounding. His mind was in a short daze. A voice in the back of his head told him to ignore the other country. They could talk some other time.

But his ears fell deaf to it. A much louder voice screamed to stay and allow the brunette to explain himself. It was what he wanted, and he had the perfect opportunity. Romano and Veneziano weren't here to interrupt them to hurt the American.

The Italian backed down, sighing, and turned back into the room. He grabbed his bags and dragged them to one of the beds. He threw his stuff onto it before sitting at the edge of the mattress, arms crossed over his chest and a stern look on his face.

"Fine. Go ahead, amico," he said. "Talk."

Molossia...was a little more than just confused.

"Wait, you're serious?"

He nodded. "Si."

Relief washed over him, causing him to sigh with a smile. He rushed over to Seborga but avoided getting too close. The Italian was visibly uncomfortable, but he could tell he wanted to get this over with just as much as he did.

"Okay. Where to start," he muttered to himself. Molossia took a moment to gather his thoughts before breathing deeply again. It was now or never.

"I wanna apologize, Seb. I'm really really sorry about what happened," he started. "I swear I'm not that much of an asshole, and it was never my intention to hurt ya. It was just...awkward for me, and I didn't realize it'd hurt you that bad. But I promise I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to ya.

"You're my best friend, and I hate how our relationship turned out. So... Will ya give me another chance?"

Nothing was said. Silence fell, much like in a lot of their conversations. Seborga was staring at him intensely, but the look in his eyes made it clear that he was deep in thought.

Molossia felt afraid. What if Seborga never forgave him? What if he demanded to be left alone, and their friendship was completely destroyed? How would the others handle it? Especially Wy and Sealand, who just wouldn't understand?

Time felt slow to the brunette, and he hated it. His heart pounded with every tick of the clock as he chewed on his lip. He could feel the sweat from before become more intense.