WARNING: This story might contain stuff that is sensitive to many people, also, as English is not my native language; expect grammar errors and incorrect time and sentence construction. I wrote this only for fun. I do not intend to offend anyone.
HETALIA: This story contains many non-canon characters. In addition, it is set in the future time. I took liberty in shaping Serbia's past before she came to the Balkans. The reason for this is that there are unclear evidence of "White Serbia's" existence before sixth and seventh century, and the trace of the name "Serboi" around Carpathian Mountains. There is also a theory that "Siberia" has some connection to the current nation's name. There are many 'truths' about the true origin of the Serbs, so I took liberty to create my own version of it all.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or its characters, I also don't own many non-canon characters that will appear in this story.

The left side of her head was throbbing painfully. She had a feeling of falling down even though she vaguely started to realize that she was laying on something hard. Then pain shot through her body and her eyes opened. Someone was calling her, but she could not make it out. With dark spots obscuring her vision everything seemed distant. As the pain started to subside, she tried to move from the cold surface, but her body was refusing her commands, instead staying limp on the ground.

"Step away, let her breathe!"

"I have been telling you all these years that we didn't search everywhere!"

"Vukica, can you hear me?"

"She's Serbia to you bastard! You have no right to call her by her human name!"

"I will call her as I please, now move; I will carry Vukica to the living room."

"Stop arguing you two!"

"He started it!"

Why do they call me Serbia? Thought the woman that was lift by strong arms. Those two words… I guess those are my names… As the person that carried her started to walk, she felt her strength and sight returning to some version of normal. Vukica looked up to see a man around his twenties. His skin was pale; his face was round and childish with rosy cheeks. His blonde hair looked like it was dirty, but the glow that it gained when exposed to the light proved otherwise. He had a large nose that surprisingly fitted the whole appearance, and his bangs fell slightly over his violet eyes.

"Thank God, she's awake!" said the man that was walking beside them. He was not as tall as the one who carried her, and was quite different. His skin was darker from the exposure to the sun and he looked older. His hair was dark brown, wavy and it reached his neck. On the top of his head there was a curl that looked like a fountain. "Serbia, are you okay? It's me, Greece." His green eyes, even though they looked like they would close any moment, showed a genuine concern.

"Does she look like she is okay?" snapped the blonde man. His irritation was clear as he glared at the one named Greece. Why do those people call themselves by the country names? Thought Vukica. Then again, those might be nicknames for the nation representatives…

"Don't even go there Russia." growled Greece. "I wasn't the one who always left her hanging when it really mattered." The two glared at each other with an almost killing intent radiating from them. The temperature also seemed to drop for a few degrees. Vukica shivered involuntarily at the tense atmosphere and wriggled in Russia's arms.

"Guys, I doubt that it is a good time for bickering, can't you see that Serbia is shivering?" the third person cut in. "She must be cold from being in that freezing basement for so long…" It was a girl around seventeen. Serbia found it interesting how she looked like a cross between two males. Her skin complexion was not pale nor toned. She had bright green eyes with hair colour that seemed to be something between blonde and brown. Her long silky hair that reached her elbows was loosely tied in a ponytail. "Put her there on the couch. Under the pillows is a blanket. It will have to do for now."

They entered the room that was missing a wall. It was almost empty, save for the couch; old fireplace and a few what looked like photographs neatly placed on it. A stray cat ran out into the tall grass through what was once a wall. It was not so clean either; in a corner ants decided to build their hive, and the part of the floor that was closest to the outside was covered in yet not dried mud. Almost blinding light that came through into the dark and not so warm room stirred some familiar sadness and nostalgia in Serbia. It, for some reason, reminded her of an old tree. For years it has been growing, expanding, and eventually, like everything, withered, leaving only a faint trace of the former glory.

She was gently put on the couch and with utmost care tucked in with a rather worn out blanket. Its colour faded through time, and it was torn at the edges. Where am I? she wanted to ask, but her lips felt like they have been glued together. When she managed to part them, all that came out was incoherent noise. She tried again, but it resulted in coughing. Russia was immediately at her side, patting her back and the seventeen year old girl ran out of the room in a hurry.

"I think she needs water." said Greece to himself.

Russia turned his head. "You think?"

Just as they were about to get into another argument, the girl came in carrying a glass of water. It did not seem to be very clean, but Serbia greedily swallowed it and slumped back down on the couch. By the way the three of them were looking at her, it was clear that they expected her to say something. The problem was, Serbia did not know what she should say. She was confused to say at least. She could not remember anything that happened before she woke up. She was not clueless, mind you, she knew what an average human would know, but everything regarding her was misty. It was there, she could almost grasp it, but it slipped away every single time, leaving her with only a sense of seeing the three people before. She did not know anything about them, but the more they talked, the familiar feeling of connection to them grew stronger. They called themselves by the country names, even though they were humans, but it somehow felt right. So, deciding that is better to stay silent until the situation was figured out, Serbia, no, Vukica asked a rather stupid question.

"What happened to the house?"

For some reason it caused everyone to stiffen. Greece looked at Russia who looked at the girl. She looked to Greece pleadingly while he glared at Russia accusingly. Russia then glared back equally, Greece clenched his fist, and the girl put a hand on his shoulder. Serbia watched with amusement.

"You should tell her Greece, she's your neighbour."

"Why should I when she has such a caring brother?"

"Don't even go there…"

"What, don't like to be called her brother when she has nothing to offer?"

The two started bickering again while Serbia was trying to process the information of the blonde man and her being related. She was completely lost by now, and the only one she was seeing was in a form of the quiet girl standing with calm resignation. The girl saw the plea for help in her eyes and shook her head.

"How about I tell her?" she offered with a shy smile. Men looked at her, and then slowly nodded.

"Go ahead, Voivodina." said Greece. "You were, in fact, the one who was with Serbia twenty four seven, and actually are a caring sibling."

"Alright, here I go." She sat down on the edge of the couch facing Serbia. Like a mother preparing to tell it's child the bad news, she took Vukica's hand.

"In the 2027., you joined NATO, but not EU, against the wishes of Russian Federation. This act caused a rift between you two, and he recognized Kosovo. Soon, after him, many nations followed, and Kosovo got his independence at last. You just stayed quiet though, and fulfilled your duty as a NATO member. Maybe I should skip this part, as you were well when it happened… Anyway, your people in Kosovska Mitrovica tried to separate om Kosovo and to rejoin you, but were were starting being killed or kicked out by the Albanians. To protect them, you declared a war against Kosovo. Thus… In the 2031., a chaos began. Serbian Republic wanted to rejoin you, but Croatia and Bosnia attacked him while Albania had the support of other NATO members. Greece and Macedonia were the only ones fighting at your side against Albanians. Despite losing a war, you refused to give up, and in the 2034., NATO troops entered the Belgrade."

"Only," Greece cut in. "Your troops and civilians left the towns long ago, and were playing hide and seek with the enemy in the woods. However, as a nation you were still alive, yet as a country in human form, missing and presumed dead. Serbian Republic and Macedonia didn't survive and I lost territories near my North-West borders. Only Voivodina partially made it through."

Serbia was listening intently. "How come I slept through all of that?" she asked no one in particular. Her hand slid from Voivodina's grasp. "And more importantly, what am I doing here, and what now?" The other three bowed their heads. "What's wrong?"

"Everything." muttered Russia. "Now it is 19th of June 2058. At the congress held in Novi Sad on 24th of November the same year, Voiodina and you will be officially dissolved, your people sent to either America or Canada, and your soil will become a dessert perfect for international prisons, army camps, etc. Furthermore, there will be a project of assimilating your people in the countries they will scatter."

"In other words, you two will die as a nation."