[center][h1][i][color=ed1c24]Home of Serbia and Montenegro[/color][/i][/h1][/center]

[@OfWindAndRain][@Dannyrulx][@SillyGoy][@Lady Selune]

The room was dark, cold, and damp, it seemed to project a chill into the spines of anyone who entered it. An endless tapping on the ceiling was enough to drive anyone to madness. In the corner, tossed against the wall to provide more room, was what could hardly be described as a bed, and, on top, a carefully assembled pile of beer-bottles, some still with the drink still in them. Seated at the front of the room were the two hosts of this meeting, the impeccably dressed and frowning Serbia, and the wrapped up and shivering but still frowning Montenegro. Serbia rested his hands on a large saber, glaring over the black gloves he wore. With a weak cough and a clearing of his throat, Serbia grabbed his sword and stood to address the room.

[color=0054a6]"I'm sure you're wondering why I called you all here. I'm pretty sure I hate you all, but that doesn't mean you're not useful. I've been snooping on Austria, and I'm pretty certain she's mistreating Bosnia,"[/color] he began, his voice deepening as he mentioned Austria.

[color=0054a6]"If that bitch is mistreating my brother, I swear to god I will wring her neck, cut her damn head off, and send it to Germany in a BOX! And I need to be sure that I will have your help, for the Balkans' sake,"[/color] he finished, sitting back down. Montenegro rolled his eyes in response.

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[@Wernher][@TalijaKey][@Nerevarine]

[center][color=662d91][i][h1]Movie Theater[/h1][/i][/color][/center]

A large auditorium, the sound of thunder, the comfort of the seats, the warmth of the lights hanging from the walls, the projector failures... hold on. The film ended, and all of the Central Powers stood, dropped off their garbage, and went to leave. It was an attempt at bonding, to get Austria and Erika on the same page considering that now they were allies. Osmani had been invited as well, an attempt to improve relations between her and Austria, who had been historical enemies, now that they had finished, they no longer had the movie to distract them, now they actually had to... CONVERSE! The horror!

The outside was cool and damp, with the darkness all-consuming. The streets were all but empty, with one smoky shadow sometimes visible in the outskirts of their vision, but it always turned out to be nothing. The moon was bright in the sky that day, light dancing from it and barely brightening anything, the factories had blocked it out with smog and black clouds. The gas lights had all burned out, and the buildings were all closed up and empty, with a few boarded up hastily by business owners attempting to leave their old debts behind. The movie theater itself was barely in shape to stand itself, with cracks along the whole thing and the sign long since having fallen off.

One good thing about all this, they knew Serbia wasn't there, you couldn't smell smoke or vodka, but that didn't mean that they were alone. The thought of having to deal with the Entente at this point was too much when they barely trusted each other. Italy had also neglected to join them, something about a communist uprising, none of them believed it, Italy just seemed to trust them even less, whatever it was, they were not pleased to have a non-controversial invitee stay home.