1990s
"...And so I conclude the reasons some of there studies need to be reevaluated. Firstly, the evidence presented during this hearing, suggest a different view of the events in the Yugoslav wars, including those on the territory of Kosovo and Metohija. Secondly, they completely ignore the still ongoing malicious activities in the region which are a serious threat to the local people and cannot be ignored..." Serbia, smartly dressed, reads her notes on a small wooden podium. The room is dark except for one bright spot-light that shines on her. As she reads, in the dark, we see outlines of people sitting with their hands clasped. They observe silently waiting for her to finish.
"That is all. Any questions?" she says and raises her head.
One of them does a slow clap. "That was a very well executed presentation" Britain arches forward, only for a smaller light to illuminate his face. "However, it seems to suggest that all the experts we have sent are liars. Do you think that is fair?" he asks calmly.
"Yeah...You had a whole paragraph about William Walker. What do you have against him so much?" America's head emerges from the dark.
Their faces seem so stern and cold, making the poor nation on the podium nervous. She clears her throat and states raising a large folder of documents: "I am merely saying that some reports given to you are not 100% factual. If you look at the evidence in my hand, you will see what I am talking about."
"I will take a look at those" the Netherlands emerges into the light. Excited by the good news, she comes forward. The desk they are sitting at is so high that she has to stand on her toes to give him the files. He takes them and hides them under his desk.
More spot-lights shine as Serbia stands very close to the high desk. Belgium, France, Germany and Turkey are all there staring at her with judging eyes.
"And how did you get these evidence?" Turkey asks.
"I had people interview eye witnesses, I have some footages, photos, transcripts and most importantly...
Britain takes out a few enlarged black and white photos of crying children. "Take a look at these poor little things Serbia. Do you claim they were fabricated as well?"
Uncomfortable, she looks away.
"Not to mention you being the one who started all of the wars with your neighboring countries?" Germany says.
"First of all, it was an internal dispute among people groups of one country before you started recognising them as independent the first opportunity you got" she says harshly.
"In that case, if you treated your minorities better this entire thing wouldn't have happened. Instead you came here with this ridiculous story. My God, Serbia. All this nonsense about a Greater Albania...What's next? Are you going to accuse some of them of kidnapping and harvesting organs?" France says sarcastically.
"As a matter of fact..." she starts.
"It is quite funny you opposing a creation of such a state. As if you weren't planning the creation of Greater Serbia yourself" Britain says with an arrogant chuckle.
The female nation frowns. "First of all, I was merely protecting my people. And second, I would never call my country that. That honestly seems like a phrase you would come up with. Isn't that right, Great Britain?"
The others chuckle as the British nation widens his eyes offended. "And what about Srebrenica?" he exclaims.
"What about the crimes in Kravica?" Serbia becomes defensive.
"Why are you evading questions? Aren't you going to say something about the monstrosities you committed in Bosnia and Kosovo? How do you expect us to take you seriously if you cannot man up to your mistakes?" Turkey declares intentionally using the phrase.
She exhails through her nostrils. The dark room becomes silent and even eerier. "What happened in Bosnia, Kosovo, Slovenia and Croatia, ladies and gentlemen, is war...And with war comes the worst that humanity has to offer. It is a harsh reality of life but it is true nonetheless. The reason we are here today is not for me to claim my innocence. I know I am flawed and I know my flaws better than any of you ever will. The reason we are here is because I am being overproportionally blamed for all of the atrocities committed. And proclaiming me a genocidal nation!?...I think we can all agree that is too much. Even the numbers you yourself agreed show that."
Belgium speaks, checking the given documents from underneath the desk. "Do you really expect us to shrug off all the terror your people have committed during the Yugoslav wars?"
Serbia looks at her coldly and then turns to the others: "I am expecting you to stop acting like gasping school girls that faint at the sight of blood. All that you see before you, all of you have done at one point or another. You know darn well that those were acts of soldiers in war. My people also consist of women, children and the elderly. I resent the attempt to proclaim them genocidal murderers!"
The nations of the high desk look at one another. "I think we have reached a conclusion" Britain says to the nervous nation bellow. All the lights are turned off. When they appear again, all the nations are wearing heavy scarlet robes with hoodies over their eyes.
Shocked, Serbia takes a step back. The red figures swarm her like bees.
She finds herself chained to a chair. Trying to free herself, the petrified nation watches one of them bring a large velvet and pearl box. Another figure, walks over to it ceremoniously and takes out a nicely decorated gold knife. "Please understand. This is for your own good. We have to save you from yourself" she recognises Britain's voice. As he approaches her with the knife, she finds that she is unable to speak or move.
Next scene: Observing through her eyes, we see the robed Britain using the knife. "There" he says softly. "Doesn't that feel better?"
Next scene: We see Serbia with a comatose expression. As the frame zooms out, we can see that her arms and legs have been cut off. "Yes" she says smiling as if drugged.
Next scene: Serbia opens her eyes and leaps from her bed. She quickly checks her body. Finding that all her extremities are intact, she exhails relieved. It's the middle of the night, everything is still dark. "What a nightmare" she utters too afraid to fall asleep again.
Next scene: The next day, in the NATO headquarters in Brussels. "...These documents are crucial in my claims. I hope they will be included in the next report" she concludes presenting the files. Serbia is sitting in a small room with a lot of natural light. Opposite her is a heavy wooden desk, wide enough for the same seven nations to sit comfortably.
The Netherlands accepts the files and puts them under the desk, making her a little nervous. "Thank you" Britain says and looks at the others. "What do you think?"
The other nations ponder.
"It's pretty obvious what should be done next" America exclaims with confidence. He points the finger at Serbia and says: "You need to take all of your troops out of Kosovo."
"What?" she replies baffled. "That's absurd. Moving my troops would mean a death sentence for the Serbs left there."
"We'll send our own people, do not worry" the Netherlands speaks.
She looks each of them in the eyes. "I don't think you understand the situation. If you go over the evidence I presented, you will see that there are some dangerous people who can't wait for me to move my men so they can banish all they see as unfit and even kill..."
Grabbing the root of his nose, America interrupts: "Serbia, our bosses have already decided! Your men cannot stay there! And after hearing about all the atrocities they committed, I support the decision whole-heartedly. Seriously, I talked to all of your former roommates and I don't remember anyone saying a single nice thing about you. You really are the worst!"
She stares at him with a frog in her throat. "You have a short memory, huh?"
"Now, now, there is no need to make this any more unpleasant than it already is" Britain says calmly. "I'm sorry, Serbia. The decision has been made. Harsh punishments will follow if you don't comply" we hear him speak as the frame zooms in on her worried face.
Her breaths become shorter as she starts to sweat. "I'll think about it" she utters.
"What's there to think about? Just do it!" America replies.
"Aren't you going to look at the..."she stutters.
"Look at what!" America continues harshly.
"I...I need to get some fresh air" she says and excuses herself.
Next scene: Outside, she is prompted on the wall looking concerned with a lit cigarette in her hand. She observes the vapor burning the white wrapping paper with a mournful expression. Feeling she does not have a choice, with a heavy sigh she goes back in.
Next scene: In front of the room, America has taken a short break to talk to his advisers. The group consists of Clinton, his then boss, Madeleine Albright and others from that cabinet. They make a circle around him as he stands proud in the middle.
"You were majestic Mr. USA!" one of the men says in awe.
"Way to show that commi who's the boss" Ms. Albright adds excited.
"Thanks. I tried. But I still think I went too far" the powerful nation says feeling slightly guilty.
"You were too tame if you ask me" a fat man says with a chuckle.
He makes a face still not sure.
"Don't you lose any sleep over it. Just leave the thinking to us. After all, that is what we are here for" one adds reassuringly as the others wholeheartedly agree.
Serbia observes the entire scene from the distance. "If you says so" America's voice is heard as we watch her stare bewildered. Very soon, they notice her and scatter. America glances mad goes back into the room and shuts the door.
