A/N: I haven't really been doing much with my two in-progress stories much, mainly because I'm lazy, but I am getting close to updating them. I've been doing my letters in "O Bože" almost religiously, and am liking how it's going so far.

But anyways, this is just an idea that was floating around in my head for a while. It's going to be a collection of songfics for a bunch of different characters, including a few of my OCs. I'm actually starting with one, and that OC would be Serbia.

I recommend that you listen to the songs I put for a better understanding of the emotions in the story.

So without further ado, here's the first chapter.

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"Eyesore" by Janus

Hearing your words out of my mouth again,

Leaves me stuck with the key to,

All these reasons you got in my head again,

Buried here inside of me,

Serbia let out a frustrated sigh, bracing himself against the kitchen counter with shaky hands. His home was littered with broken glass from beer bottles tossed and smashed, adding to the cigarette butts scattered from an overturned ashtray. The stress had boiled over in his household, and he and Croatia had argued violently for what seemed like the hundredth time. Andelko had left, storming out after the argument, leaving Novak with a heavy reminder of what he had put the others through.

"Why did you do this to me?" He questioned, and though no one was around him to hear his words, the echoes of Croatia's voice remained in his head, saying the exact same thing back. The two had been lovers, and even though they were, neither of them could figure out why they loved eachother. Their people had never gotten along in the past, and yet the representations themselves loved eachother.

Novak couldn't figure it out; how Croatia got into his head and became part of his life. He just didn't know.

Return all of this to sender,

The mirror spoke to me and showed,

All of this pretending is catching up to me,

He stared at himself in the mirror, the morning after the intense argument with his former lover. The grumpy Macedonia was just outside the bathroom, picking up the room with no hesitation to retrieve the pieces of glass from the floor with his bare hands. Novak would have told the Macedonian to be careful, but he was too focused on his reflection. His oh-so unrecognizable reflection. Was it truly him that he saw there?

In the mirror, his image was of a weakened, stressed, tired man. Not the proud Socialist he had been at the start of all this hell. There were dark circles around his eyes from the insomnia that had been afflicting him for quite a while. His skin was bruised and cut, showing age far beyond his years. He normally looked in his early twenties, but he could have passed as a forty-year old the way he appeared now.

He knew he was only stressed because of what he and Andelko were like to eachother. He wanted to give it back; all the stress. But he couldn't. He was pretending to be almighty. All powerful Socialist Republic of Serbia. It was taking its toll on him, making him feel and look different. He looked down at the porcelain sink he was leaning against then closed his eyes, memories dragging through his mind like the invisible chains that weighed him down.

Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide,

Reach up, stand or be an eyesore,

Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide,

Reach up, stand or be an eyesore,

He stood there in front of Croatia once again. Their eyes were locked onto eachother's, and their fists were clenched by their sides.

"I'm taking my independence, and you can't stop me, Novak. The others will follow, and you will be left alone once and for all." Andelko said bitterly. Novak's fists tightened as the Croatian continued.

"If you don't want to be left alone, you need to rethink who the hell you are. Remember your place. You're a nation, just like the rest of us. Open your eyes, Serbia. You know what's right, so just give up the act. We all know that deep down you aren't a Socialist, so make the decision. Let everyone go. Become the better nation, the better man."

"You're a fool to think you can convince me to change my ways." Novak responded.

"Look at yourself. You're hardly strong enough to stand! What makes you think that you can possibly last any longer?"

"I may not be physically strong at the moment, but I am mentally strong."

"Right." Croatia's voice was extremely sarcastic, and it practically set off a bomb in Serbia's head.

"What? You don't believe me? Take a look at yourself compared to me. I am the largest and most populated Republic in the SFRY. You're just another country, adding to the greatness of what I control with my mind, not my strength."

"You don't control any of this, Novak. I'm leaving before your eyes, and Slovenia decided to come along. Soon you'll be left with no one. Not even Kosovo or Vojvodina. Hell, you may not even exist at all after everyone decides to leave."

"Shut your mouth and get out. I don't want to see you around these parts any longer, Andelko. Take everything of meaning to you." Novak turned to Slovenia, who was watching the argument a few feet away. "Same goes for you, Pavla."

Staring out and over my words again,

Makes me start to believe that,

Wearing your lies over these words of mine,

Always feels like my mistake,

The two nations, claiming independence, soon left. Not too long after that, others followed. Macedonia was the first to leave after Croatia and Slovenia, without much of a word to Serbia himself. Bosnia and Herzegovina left as well, though it was a bit harder than the last. Serbia tried to save the Yugoslavian name, creating the Federal Republic of Yugoslavia with Montenegro, Kosovo, Vojvodina, and himself. But the name was changed to simply the State Union of Serbia and Montenegro, losing the name Serbia had prided himself on; "Yugoslavia". Three years after the loss of the third Yugoslavia, Montenegro formally declared his independence, with little struggle. Serbia had no other option then to claim his independence as well, seeing that he had hardly anything left to hold onto with what he had.

Kosovo and Vojvodina were all that was left with Serbia. After a growing dispute, Kosovo left, his eyes filled with resentment towards Serbia for keeping him. Novak didn't care enough to ever speak again with the nation he half considered to be his brother. It was simply too painful.

He knew it was his fault that almost everyone decided to leave. It was his fault. His mistake. All that he said, all that he did, it caused him to lose all that mattered. His friends, his "family", almost his sanity.

Return all of this to sender,

The mirror spoke to me and showed,

All of this pretending is catching up to me,

Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide,

Reach up, stand or be an eyesore,

Lights out, wake up, stay calm, decide,

Reach up, stand or be an eyesore!

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A/N: Hope you guys liked this one. Send in reviews; help me figure out whom to do next!