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

[@bluetommy2][@Dannyrulx][@SillyGoy][@Lady Selune]

The Eagle's talons scraped against the ground, as America eyed Serbia in his dank home. This was no place for a great one to be- but business always requires a lowering of standards.

America glanced about at his position, while Serbia droned on. Yes, yes, the endless fueds continue, what's new? All he knew was that he was standing at the fat left of the group that decided to attend Serbia's meeting. What a ramshackle place to live, and what an embarrassment it must be to entertain guests with.

Crossing feathered, armored arms, America was the first to speak.

[Color=skyblue]"As much as I hate injustice, I see no reason to intervene on the behalf of two that are not allies. One of them, yourself, not having... any good relations, really. Why would I help someone who is not a friend? I'd be glad to trade resources, but I'm afraid I will remain outside of this affair. I have thought it best to remain... above the minor conflicts of Europe. Terribly costly, for no gain. I do hope you understand, sir."[/color]