WARNING: Belarus/Serbia

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia. Only my OC Serbia who in this story was portrayed as a cold and maybe sadistic person. Also, 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.

Belarus first noticed her when she tried to get her brother to marry her… Again. Like always, she sneaked into the house and prepared her knife for another door breaking. What stopped her in front of her brother's study was a conversation led within.

"I forbid you to enter NATO!" Russia's voice was filled with restrained anger.

"Oh, but you see, draga Rusijo." said a female voice. It was sweet like honey and it seemed cheerful, but it cut like a knife with cruel honesty. "When you back out from an agreement, you can't expect me to keep my end of the bargain, zar ne? Also, if you continue on ignoring my demands, I will just have to take EU's side in… Well, everything." Belarus could hear her brother growl. "After all, I'm the one who has been your jackpot of your influence in Europe for decades."

A sigh could be heard. "Name your price."

"You already know."

"Fine, but we will do it here, and don't remove all of your clothes: I want you out as soon as we are done."

At first, for some reason, Belarus could not comprehend what the two were talking about. But, as the sighs and moans became louder, a dread settled in. She wanted to break in, to stop the woman from touching her brother… But she could not. Instead, she turned and left.

Even though she did no want it, she agreed to follow her brother to the meeting of the Balkan countries. Apparently, England, France, America and Germany had huge problems in restraining the countries of the South Europe from fighting each other. Slovenia was arguing with Croatia, Bosnia had problems with the little autonomy region called the "Serbian Republic", Bulgaria and Romania were asking themselves what are they doing in this meeting and trying to ignore Albania and hyper active Kosovo who constantly shouted "Independent Kosova!", Macedonia was quietly glaring daggers at them beside the snoring Montenegro and Greece.

When they were seated at last, with a little help of Belarus, France slumped in his chair, England almost slammed his cup of tea on the table, Germany groaned, Russia still was smiling, and America was surprisingly cheerful. Many let out a heavy sigh and remained to sit in silence. Belarus was confused. She looked over to her brother, but he didn't look tense in the slightest, so the things were still going as planned.

"Mon Dieu…" France broke the silence. "We will wait for her the usual amount of time, au, as we already know that she will not come, we can start the meeting now?"

"Niet, I disagree." Russia cut in. "I'm sure she will come." However, as Belarus knew to read her brother, she saw a glint of doubt before he closed his eyes. Russia's eyes were his weakness. He could disguise what his felt with his whole body, but one look at his eyes, and one could know everything.

"Haha! Call her off Ruskie!" nearly shouted America. "We all know that Serbia works for you to influence the Balkans!"

As the argument started with Macedonia, Montenegro and France starting to defend the absent country, Belarus narrowed her eyes. Now she knew the name of the woman who was that day in a study with her brother.

"She's a monster, just like her brother!"

"Au contraire, she is very hospitable and beautiful! Not to mention that she has such a potential!"

"Be quiet you wine bastard, you say that only because you didn't live with her like we did."

"Have you even tried to understand her? P*cko enda…"

"What is there to understand, she's a bad guy, I mean, girl."

"Dobar dan svima." All heads turned to the door. Belarus also looked, wanting to see just what kind of person such an ill rumoured country was. What she saw surprised her. A woman about her height came in. She was casually clothed, her brown hair was very short, save for a few bangs. She wore a warm smile, and her eyes were dark brown, almost black. "I see that the usual useless meeting was about to start." Her light voice had the same sweet undertone. Macedonia, Montenegro and Greece instantly gave her a bear hug. Others merely scowled, except for Bulgaria and Romania who were indifferent.

"What is Kosmet doing in the meeting of pravih drzava?" She said, while pointing at the hyperactive boy.

"He's with me." Albania stood up. "And has my full support with around forty countries." For a moment, everyone stood still, waiting to se if Serbia would accept the challenge. She narrowed her eyes, then shrugged. "Sooner or later, you'll come back crawling, and I'll enjoy seeing the agony in your eyes." A few nations shuddered while she said that with a heart-melting smile on her face. "I don't need to do a thing. You will be your own downfall." She casually sat in her chair

Belarus was shocked to say at least. "Is Serbia serious?" she turned her head to her brother. "This time I guess she is." answered Russia. "She said that she won't abandon Serbian Kraina, Serbian Rebublic and Kosovo Serbs, but when she saw that they were more trouble than they are worth, she just abandoned them. Serbian Karina was killed, and Kosovo Serbs consist only two percent of entire population of Kosovo."

Belarus gaped. "She just let her people die?" Russia slowly nodded. "She did it without a second thought or remorse." Upon seeing his sister's rare show of disbelief, he continued. "You have to realize something though. This is not Serbia who fought heroically in the first and second World War, or the one who, with so much hope, created Yugoslavia instead of bigger Serbia. "Belarus couldn't but notice a sad look in his eyes. "Contrary to her merry mood and smiles, she is an emotional wreck."

"Why?"

"You and I should know best. In the nineties, she fought against the whole world. Despite the international protests, a little help from France, Greece and me, she was all alone. Everyone betrayed her by allowing the bombing of her people who barely knew what was gong on." Russia turned his head towards Serbia. "I've seen her before like this, after every war. It wakes something I've seen only in General Winter." He looked back at his sister. "Indifference towards death."

But, aren't all nations? Belarus wanted to ask, but thought better of it. The meeting continued as usual.

It was a while since her last visit to the local archive. Expressionless woman knew that if she really wanted to find something about a certain country, searching on the internet was a biggest mistake. What an average human knew was quite different from the truth, mainly because the history was twisted in the hands of the winners.

Now she was looking at, compared to others, rather scarce amount of data. According to Byzantium data, Serbia used to pillage the empire's territories along with Avars and even tried to seize Constantinople. After settling on Balkan soil, she used all the turbulences through time to become a kingdom, and when Byzantium fell, she became an Empire. After the end of 'Serbian Despotovina', in the 14. century, every trace of her are lost. However, when Serbs had it enough with Turkish repression, they raised an uprising in 1804. Its victory was short lived, but the next one was more successful. She fought for recognition amongst the great forces of United Kingdom, Austro-Hungary, France, Russia and Ottoman Empire. The peace was short lived, as in the 1912. and 1913. Balkan Wars begun. There was no time to relax, for in the 1914., the First World War begun.

Belarus stopped reading there, as everything else she knew rather well. She was interested in knowing Serbia's origin, but all she found were speculations. There were faint traces of her existence as 'White Serbia', but nothing further. The theory that was widely accepted was that Serbia came from Carpathian Mountains, but there are traces of names leading all the way to Siberia.

She remembered that Serbia had, and probably still do, a very pan-Slavic treatment towards fellow 'brothers', and yet, looked so different. Belarus looked again at the first records of the 'Serboi'. They had characteristics of the Slavs, but they never had blonde hair, instead a light brown, while fr eyes there were no rules. Also, Serbian language changed too much for it to be easier to distinct in the past from the other Slavic languages.

Blearus sighed in irritation and leaned back in her chair. She was frustrated to say at least. All of the data before the First Serbian Uprising was mostly gathered by others and not by the nation in question. Everything about her was a speculation. All who went to Serbia were delighted at their Slav hospitality, rich culture and friendliness. Serbs prided themselves for being good soldiers and a people who liked freedom, and yet, they lost the war in the nineties and were under Ottomans for 500 hundred years.

Belarus groaned. She was more confused now than she was before.