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There was once a king named Yugoslavia, he had six sons. His three eldest Were Serbia, Croatia and Bosnia, his other sons were Slovenia, Montenegro and Macedonia.
Yugoslavia was always a strict father always forcing his three eldest to be their best selves, and if they made a slight mistake they would get "punished". His favourite was Bosnia, but Bosnia and his brothers would say otherwise. Bosnia was mistreated by his father every day even by doing one thing wrong. Bosnia was a very talented kid tho, he was good academically, athletically but he was the best at singing, and acting. His father used that to his advantage, every time there was a performance or competition he would send Bosnia and in his two older brothers, Serbia and Croatia with him to be "backup dancers" but the star of the show would always be Bosnia.
One day it was a competition day, poor Bosnia was worried to his core if he would win or not. Since that morning his father told him "If you don't win this competition, when we get home i will beat the living life out of you, you little bastard!". Bosnia, Serbia and Croatia were sitting in the backseat of the car and their father was sitting up front with the driver next to him. The competition was 5 hours away, and the closer the got the more Bosnia was stressed and worried. "So, remember what i told you, Bosnia." Asked his father not even turning around to face the son he was pushing the most. "Y-yes father. And what about it?" Answered Bosnia looking through the window watching the atmosphere change. "I just wanted to remind you about the system i have for you, 1st place is okay, 3rd place means it's rigged, and well you already know what 2nd place means." Said Yugoslavia sounding as strict and stern as he always did, Bosnia just nodded at the statement. He was completely aware that his father hated getting second place... The rest of the car was very quiet and tense you could only hear the cars engine working, and the music on the radio that would sometimes switch to static.
Soon they arrived and as soon as they did Yugoslavia turned to his sons "I expect all of you to do your best especially you Bosnia." The three nodded and the went to the back of the building to go into the locker rooms while their father was waiting for his friend USSR.
The three went into the building and the USA whose father organized the whole whole event. Since their room was quite far the American rambled the whole time about how he cant wait to see their performance and how he hopes they win. Bosnia knew he was lying because he says that to everyone. Eventually they got to their dressing room and placed the clothes they were gonna wear onto the hangers, on which were their tracksuits made specifically for them. The tracksuit was blue and faded into a red color on the heart area was the flag of Yugoslavia and their name. On the other side was the coat of arms of Yugoslavia. The three sat on the couch that was in their dressing room and chatted, or well Croatia and Serbia chatted while Bosnia slowly zoned out into the distance hoping and praying they would win when suddenly "Bosnia! Are you alright? You're as pale as a ghost!" Commented Croatia as he and Serbia looked at Bosnia, who was startled by the sudden mention of him. "O-oh.. Im just worried for the competition.. I mean if we lose you know how dad will react.. And even if we win we have to watch what we say or else we could fall deeper into that rabbit hole.." Said Bosnia not looking at his brothers ,while he fiddled with his fingers in nervousness. The stress really got to him since if they lost it would be his fault, and well he knew the consequences.
At the start all competitors went out onto the stage and were given some rules that they had to follow backstage and on the real stage, everyone did a quick introduction and the competitors were sent back to their dressing room, and were given 15 minutes to get ready and rehearse their choreography and prepare themselves mentally and physically. After the three brothers got ready they sat down again and talked Bosnia didn't engage at all again even when his brothers asked him something, and finally something in him snapped and he burst into tears. Serbia and Croatia quickly ran to their brothers side and asked him what happened and if he was okay. Bosnia wasn't really able to speak from all the tears and built up worry. "Listen, let me help you to the bathroom after all i need to use the restroom!" Said Serbia helped Bosnia get up and they went to the bathroom luckily the bathroom was right in front of their dressing room. Serbia went  into one of the stalls while Bosnia leaned onto the sink and stared and himself, as he was about to wash his face, his two friends walked in Slovakia and Czechia they were brothers, their father was Chezoslovakia. These two were almost always able to cheer up Bosnia. "Hey Bosnia, are you Alright?" Asked Czechia and Slovakia added "Yeah, you don't look too good, is everything alright?", Bosnia looked at the two slowly then sighed. "It's nothing I'm just so stressed out because of this damn competition.. And not to mention i already had a breakdown.." Said Bosnia as he turned back to the mirror, "Dont stress yourself out that much Bosnia! Everyone loves your singing, I'm sure you'll beat the both of us!" Said Czechia and Bosnia listened intently knowing Czechia was right, he started thinking about everything again but his thoughts were quickly interrupted by Slovakia "And well you know i heard that the UK is the organizer of all of this! And well your dad is good with him right? Im sure he'll give u a few extra points just because hes good friends with your dad!" Added Slovakia "I mean you do have a point but his son America and Canada are competing y'know? Hes rather gonna give them points than us." Said Serbia as he left the stall, and gestured for Bosnia to follow him, and well Bosnia did exactly that. They got to their dressing room and all three of them sat in silence. Soon enough it was time for them to perform by then Bosnia had lost his sanity for how worried he was and had started to feel very light headed, but non the less he had to perform.
As soon as Bosnia stepped on that stage a wave of nausea hit him but he kept going we just wanted to get this off his back. The performance went perfectly, atleast they thought it did. But Bosnia felt relieved that he was done with the performance and all he had left to do was wait for the voting to happen.
They didn't have to wait long but the closer they got to the selection of the winners the sicker Bosnia felt, Croatia noticed that his brother seemed off, a little too off for his own good. "Bosnia, are you okay.?" Asked Croatia sounding worried for his brother who was the youngest out of the three. "I don't k-know.." Said Bosnia keeping a hand over his mouth. "We'll you don't seem to well.. How about you go drink some water and try to calm down? If you'd like i can come with you?" Croatia recommended, Bosnia nodded and the two went into the Bathroom, luckily it was empty. He drank some water from the sink, which helped him out a little bit, after Bosnia and Croatia just looked at eachother both silently wondering how the results would be. The two went back into the dressing room where Serbia was already in his tracksuit ready to leave "Where are you going?" Asked Bosnia, "Well they're calling out the winners now! C'mon quickly get into your tracksuits and lets get going!" Said Serbia gesturing to their tracksuits which he had neatly placed onto the sofa. Bosnia and Croatia put on their tracksuits as fast as they could and they quickly got on to the stage which had been filled with seats, that had everyones name on them. The three sat next to eachother with Bosnia being in the middle Croatia to his right and Serbia to his left. On the front of the stage was the UK standing on a stool of some sort, talking about how proud of how many competitors were there, and all the amazing acts that he saw, and after the long and very boring speech came the time to say all the winners. "Now lets get to the actual winners! 3rd place gets the USSR with their singing act, may Russia and..  Be-larus? Belarus! Come up and get their medals!" Said the UK as soon as he was done Russia and Belarus immediately appeared next to him, he was a bit startled with how quickly they got there but he placed their medals around their necks and the two went back to their seats. "Alright! Second runner up is Yugoslavia who was missing one point to be first, with their singing act! May Bosnia, Serbia and Croatia come up and get their medals!" Said UK with a smile unaware of how sick Bosnia felt after he said they were second. The three got up there and got their medals placed around their necks. As the three sat back down Bosnia felt as if that damn silver medal was choking him that's how bad he felt, he knew what was waiting  him but not to mention he felt like he was about to faint. And when he heard that the USA and Canada won first place he felt even worse. Luckily there wasnt a after party so after the deciding the winners the three Brothers went to change and went home.
The car ride was tense, the silence was basically killing Bosnia. After a few hours of traveling back home in the most horrendous silence, they finally arrived. Bosnia was dreading the moment they'd get home, since he knew he would be able to rest at all. All of them were walking in a line from oldest to youngest. Their father was at the front and Bosnia all the way at the back of the line. They got inside and as the three brothers continued to walk towards their rooms they were stopped. "Where do you think you three are going?" Asked Yugoslavia in a harsh tone, he was obviously annoyed by his sons getting 2nd place to the two biggest idiots. "To our rooms?" Serbia answered to which his father grabbed him by the collar almost a second after he answered: "How dare you talk back to me!? I'm the one whose roof you're living under, I'm the one who feeds you all day!? You're worse then Bosnia who shamed my name in front of the most powerful kingdoms!" Yugoslavia snapped back sounding even more angry, Serbia just stared at his father seeming very worried and frightened he just nodded in pure fear as Yugoslavia let him go. "All three of you meet me in my office in 10 minutes." Their father demanded as he pointed to his pocket watch that he pulled out. The three brothers quickly ran to the room they shared and changed into more casual clothing or well clothes his father forced them to wear because they had to look "perfect" in every aspect, even tho their three younger brothers walked around in sweatpants all day. After changing the three went into their fathers office, Serbia and Croatia weren't even as remotely worried as Bosnia was. Bosnia zoned out constantly wondering "What would his father say?", "What would he do?" and "How bad is the punishment gonna be?" his brothers did noticed the Bosnians worry but they couldn't say anything since their father could just get more mad. The three of the stood inside of their fathers office waiting for him to come in. When he finally did he stood infront of the three brothers, leaning one the table that was around them. He looked at all three brothers for what seemed to be forever. "And how dare you think you're good at anything? All three of you are the worst kids ive ever met! Even the Soviets kids know how to act properly, and you three cant even get two points on a useless little competition.. SHAMEFUL! Just shameful i can't look at the three of you normally anymore! You three disgust me! What would your late mother think of all this? Do you think she would want her precious triplets to all be failures? Especially her YOUNGEST!?" Yugoslavia rambled, the three brothers all stared at their father in different ways, Serbia looked all stone faced almost like he wasnt really affected at all by his father, Croatia just seemed annoyed but there was a slight sense of worry in his eyes, and Bosnia he just looked like a deer in headlights he knew he was screwed even if his father was in a good or bad mood. "You two, Serbia and Croatia.. Can you add some emotions for once!? You're constantly stone faced, everyones day was made ten times more boring just by looking at you two dance like you were about to die of boredom! And you.. THE WORST ONE OF THEM ALL!? When you were supposed to hit the high notes you deepend your voice! And when you were suppose to slow down you sped up! I mean you're always the singer for a reason Bosnia!" Yugoslavia finished rubbing the space between his eyes. He walked over to a closet in the corner of his room, he took out a stick of some sort. It was covered in spikes and was very thick. "Hold your damn hands out you bastards!" Yugoslavia demanded, the three immediately complied immediately placing their hands in front of them.
(TW: abuse, and minimal gore)
"All of you will get one hit for each mistake and 5 more for you getting second place." Explanied Yugoslavia as he stood next to his eldest son Serbia. Serbia looked at him slowly, Yugoslavia with a slight smirk threw the first hit. The vines wrapped around Serbias arm, a few of the spikes crawling into his skin. And like that serbia went through another twelve of those hits, by the end his hand were all cut up and bloody, with bruises already starting to form slowly but surely. Croatia took only nine of those hits his hand were in a slightly better situation then Serbias but still they were bloody. And finally it was Bosnias turn he'd been preparing for this the whole time Yugoslavia was talking Bosnia got those damn vines thrown over his arms almost twenty times, his arms were all bloody and bruised and the amount of times the spikes cut his skin was one too many. And even after that " I'd give you more but I'm feeling generous." Said Yugoslavia. He placed the stick back into the closet and went back to leaning onto his table. "So have you three useless runts learnt your lesson?" Asked Yugoslavia sarcastically, the three nodded slowly not really understanding the joke their father wanted to say. "Well, go to the doctor and get him to cover that up so it doesn't get infected." Yugoslavia said as he gestured for his sons to leave as blood still dripped for their hands.
(A LITTLE TIME SKIP AFTER THE DOCTORS BC IM BORED!! (Ps might fill this in later on))
The three laid in their beds silently cursing out their father for being such a constant dickhead. "I don't know how you didn't burst out crying Bosnia?.. I mean he hit you twice as hard as he did us and he hit you many more times than us!" Serbia pointed out breaking the tense silence. Bosnia sighed loudly before saying: "I dont know.. I just guess im used to it.". Serbia was about to say something when they heard a knock at the door. "Come in!.." said Croatia as all three sat up. In walked on of the many maids which they didn't even remember the names of like usually, she did the usual bow every one of the "lower classes" did to show respect. "Sir Yugoslavia has wanted me to remind you that tomorrow morning at six the UK and his two sons America and Canada will come over, so you have to wake up earlier!" Said the maid, the three brothers just nodded and the maid left the room, closing the door behind her. "Ugh not those two morons.." Said Croatia facepalming out of annoyance. "I agree with you, ive never met pettier assholes, plus they beat us by one vote at the competition! They're just gonna be rubbing it in all day!" Said Bosnia sounding suprizingly very tired. "Lets just go to sleep im sure dads gonna burst in here at like four in the morning and wake us up, and tell us we're lazy assholes." Said Serbia as the other two agreed and all three of them slowly fell asleep.
The next morning the three brothers woke up to the sound of their father shouting at them to wake up and how lazy they are. "I don't understand how all three of you can be such pests! The other of your younger brothers are already dressed and prepared almost an hour early and you three can't even wake up on time!" Yugoslavia rambled on and on on how ungrateful Serbia, Croatia and Bosnia were. When they finally got up a maid knocked on the door and walked inside carrying three suits for each of the brothers. The suits were white and had a black belt with many golden additions and golden shoulderpads. She handed them out in silence and left. "Ew, white is not my color!" Said Croatia and Serbia spat back: "Idiot you have white on your flag!", Crotia just rolled his eyes and walked into one of the three bathrooms they had in their room, to change. Serbia and Bosnia glanced and eachother and followed suit with Croatia and went into their bathrooms. They all left at the same time. "Wow Bosnia that suit suits you the best out of all of us!" Said Serbia which was quite rare for him to give out any compliments: "Well thank you! I think we all look relatevly good! Lets go to the dining room i think we were late by even a second dads gonna get mad again.!" Said Bosnia as he left the room with his brothers following him. They got to the dining room Serbia entered first, Croatia second and Bosnia last. They sat on their usual spots at the dining table and talked about yesterdays competition was, when their three younger brother walked in in their suits which where a a more creamier and yellowish shade of white, or well they were a very light yellow color and they didn't have gold accents they had silver ones, same goes for the shoulder pads. They also sat on their usual spots and as soon as they did their father walked in. "Our guests are gonna arrive any second, and instead of greeting them you are sitting there little dumbasses!" Said Yugoslavia who was even more angry and ancious then usual. All of his sons complied and went to the front door of the palace, the three eldest on one side the younger three on the other side. As soon as those two doors opened and the UK walked in with his two sons Canada and America all of the sons bowed in practical harmony. Their father shook hands with the UK and they small talked for a few minutes when the UK recommended "America can go withyour three eldest he might learn something afterall they're the most well behaved kids in the world basically, and well Canada can go with your youngest three!" Yugoslavia liked that agreement since he knew his three eldest were very quiet about their family problems and America can never stop talking about his problems. "Your plan is Amazing, you three show him to your room, and you three do the exact same.", demanded Yugoslavia his three eldests sons immediately complied and starting walking in a strict and serious manner to their rooms and America followed just being his true annoying self. The you ger brother walked in a chill manner to their room and Canada followed in a similar deminour. Yugoslavia and the UK walked and chatted about ther life in general and finances.
As soon as the three eldest reached their room and walked in they changed completely, being a lot more relaxed. "Jebote al me nervira kad uradi ovo majke mi." Said Croatia rubbing the space between his eyes. Bosnia kinda shrugged at his sentence know Croatia was right. "What did you just say?" Asked the American: "Nothing bad about you don't worry." Said Serbia closing the door.
"Sooo.. How did your father react when you lost?" Said the American with a smug face: "He didn't care, he just said that as long as we're on the podium hes happy." Said Bosnia, his two brothers nodding in agreement. The American just rolled his eyes: "And why do you three constantly have to be so emotionless! Why does everyone want me to be such a boring dork!" America complained. "We dont know." Said Croatia sounding a bit bored, which he wasn't after in a moments notice America pounced on Bosnia. Luckily the Bosnian was fast and grabbed America by the wrists squeezing his wrists tightly as a face of shock and confusion stood on his face. "LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK!" shouted the American and Bosnia did let go only not to get in trouble, but as soon as he did America tried to throw a fist right into his face which caused Bosnia quickly grabbed his fist quickly. Right at that moment Yugoslavia walked in with the UK next to him. "AMERICA!?" The UK shouted, sounding more furious then ever. America quickly put his hand down acting like nothing happened but he was caught red handed. The UK walked over and grabbed USA by the arm and dragged him out the room, Yugoslavia just stood there a smirk on his face as the brit left. He walked over towards Bosnia, calmy almost too calmly. "What happend? Did he hit you first or what?" Asked Yugoslavia, "Listen we were talking about the competition and we weren't disclosing any information about how you reacted and such. Then all of a sudden America jumped on me, i was able to block him from hitting me tho, and while he was doing that he constantly yelled at us and said all three of us were emotionless freaks." Bosnia replied sounding very serious about the matter, his father nodded believe the story. In walked the UK and America, who seemed to be even more angry. "Apologize." The UK demanded.The American rolled his eyes as spoke in an annoyed tone: "Listen. Im sorry for hitting you." His arms were crossed he was obviously lying. "I am truly sorry for the inconvenience my son caused." The UK said bowing slightly. "You are forgiven. Just try not to make him repeat himself, or i will take matters into my own hands." Said Yugoslavia as the UK nodded understandingly. "Just because of this i will cut my visit short, and Bosnia dear please forgive me if America hurt you in anyway!" Said UK changing his tone to a more worried one while he spoke to Bosnia. "Its Alright, but i wouldnt like for it to repeat!" Bosnia spoke up in a calm tone, a small smile of reassurance on his face. The UK smiled back and left the room, dragging America by the hand. "Serbia go help him find the exit." Said Yugoslavia as he gestured towards the door, and Serbia obeyed immediately. "Oh, Bosnai come here give your father a hug.!" Said Yugoslavia in a proud tone which was in all honesty was rare to hear. Bosnia speed walked to his father and hugged him, and like expected his father hugged him back. Croatia looked at them in confusion but when his father gestured for him to join too he didn't question because moments where his father was willing to show any affection were rare.

(I think i committed suicide ten time while writing this but to say im feeling proud isnt a lie)