Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. I do own the character of Serbia.

1999, Serbia lay face-down in Belgrade, sobbing.
2008, Serbia lay face-down in Belgrade, sobbing.

There was no war this time. He was not face down in rubble. No more bombs.

The only war was in his heart. The combatants were the same. The damage was not. This time, it was psychological.

Belgrade had been rebuilt, since the war in 1999. Serbia's soul had never been rebuilt - and now, it was being torn open again.

To outsiders, Serbia was healed. To insiders, healed wounds were ripped open once more, fresh wounds were forming on his mind as he struggled to cope with the loss.

His brother, torn away from him by force. By America. There were those who hailed the move as democratic, progressive. No-one who looked upon Serbia's tortured form that day, writhing in agony as an unseen enemy scarred him for all eternity, could call this progress.

Kosovo. His Kosovo. Gone forever.

17.02.2008, Kosovo's unilateral declaration of independence from Serbia was greeted by wild celebrations in the capital Prishtinë, but Serbs feel that the "heart of Serbia" was ripped away from them.

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