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

No garden, no attendants, no tea. Japan narrowed her eyes and immediately regretted answering the summons to Serbia's house. Westerners were rather barbaric, but this house was just something else. A small, drab and frankly dreary affair that barely housed two smaller nations, one of whom - Serbia - appeared to be a simple, bearded drunk. Said drunk, with whom Japan has had practically no business with before, had stated something about being bullied, and threats to bully the bullies back. Normally this was an opportunity to apply pressure on the international stage and maybe get something out of it, but frankly, Japan knew so little about the Balkans - and so little about what she herself could gain by intervening in all of this - that she deigned to do nothing but offer polite words of not-exactly support, as opposed to America's characteristically brusque refusal.

[color=orange][i]"I understand that the mistreatment of your relative by Austria is a regrettable thing,"[/i][/color] Japan said, prim and proper in her Imperial Army uniform. Meanwhile, Korea, who sat next to her in a French maid's outfit, dutifully set about her obligations as Japan's personal servant and continued to record everything in the meeting with pen and paper. [color=orange][i]"But ultimately I can do nothing in my position but to see how things develop for now. How exactly is Bosnia being mistreated, anyway?"[/i][/color]