[b]Belgrade, Serbia[/b]
Alexsandar was walking down a hallway, his foot steps echoed across the striped brown walls of Belgrade's Main Government building, which also acted as the center of governance for Serbia. He had been thinking about the upcoming invasion of the former countries that made up Yugoslavia. It had always been his dream to unite the countries once again, but there existed many other reasons for it.

For one is was the general idea under Bojanism that Imperialism was a good thing, so it was fueled by that. There was also stopping the spread of socialism that had grown in those particular countries. Bojanists were usually opposed to such ideals, and Serbia had become heavily bojanist. Those areas also carried a lot of mineral resources, which would greatly help expand Serbia's Industry.

He continued forward through the hall of the grand building. He however skipped past the door to his office, and marched towards a larger room. He entered a room which had various other people in it, also scattered about the room resided a small desk with a microphone on it, which had a cord that led to nearby broadcasting equipment.

Alexsandar took seat in a chair that was in front of the desk. He relaxed for a minute and just watched the others scurry about the room, preparing for a radio broadcast. One of the many others in the room approached him and began to speak.

"We will be ready a few moments, are you prepared?" the man who had approached him asked.

"I'm as ready as I will ever be" replied Alexsandar. He stood up straight and dragged the microphone towards him.

[b]Ghettos of Belgrade[/b]

The smells of various food cooking wafted through the small house. It was a small house, with only two bedrooms and a single bathroom that was rather small. The house rested in Belgrade's Ghetto, where most of the factory workers had a house. Despite this the family of four kept the house cleaned and it looked a lot a better then the rest of the Ghetto houses. They also managed to make excellent food despite there limited supplies. Two small children came walking into the house's living room, in it rest a single sofa with a few books scattered on a coffee table. A radio could also be seen on coffee table's surface. The children themselves still were in there bedclothes, having just woken up.

"Mother, is breakfast ready?" asked the boy.

"Almost done dear, pancakes this time around. Father also earned a bit of extra money yesterday so I got some maple syrup, it will go well with the pancakes." replied the mother.

The boy had a silent cheer as he headed into the kitchen. The table was short and had four brown chairs placed around it. Two white plates rested on the table, along with a glass of milk. The boy was the first to sit down and begin eating, with his sister following shortly afterwords. The boy took poured some syrup into the pancakes and took a bite, savoring the fluffiness of the pancakes and the sweetness of the maple syrup. The boy finished up his breakfast before going back to the living room, and taking a seat on the worn sofa.

The father who had finally decided to get out of bed was already fully dressed for today's shift at the factory. He wore a simple gray shirt with some baggy gray pants. A black hat also rested on his head with simple black shoes.

"Turn on the radio to the news station boy, heard at the factory yesterday there was going to be a broadcast from ole Alexsandar him self." said the Father, who went to the kitchen to have his breakfast.

The boy flipped the switch on the radio and turned it to the respective station, and turned up the volume so his father could hear from the kitchen. The radio spluttered to life as it started spitting out Alexsandar's voice.

"Today the Good people of Serbia, I'm afraid to announce that we, with this statement, are making a official declaration of war to Bosnia. We have the Serb people feel that is time once again to unite the countries that made up Yugoslavia. They shall not however not come to us peacefully so the only thing we can do to form the union is force of arms. Our military is prepared and so are our proud men. I wish well on all the people of Serbia through this hard war, it will not be a easy one."

The radio spluttered down as the family looked a bit in horror, not because of the declaration of war but what it meant for the father. The military would likely begin enlisting men to assist in the upcoming war, and the father of this proud family was likely to be one of those.

//This post is considered non-canonical