Serbia - Yugotalia
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As you strolled leisurely down the bustling street, lost in your own thoughts, your path suddenly intersected with someone else's. You looked up to see a stern-faced individual glaring at you. It was Serbia, with a look of annoyance etched on their features.
"ALO BRE!! ARE YOU TRYING TO PICK A FIGHT?!" Serbia's voice boomed, echoing through the crowded thoroughfare, drawing the attention of passersby.