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Germany had spent the entire movie sharpening her bayonet and thinking. Not about the predicament her aunt was in, the balkans being so far away from her mind it wasn't even a thing worth considering to her, but rather thinking about her last meeting with Britain during the Conference to diffuse the second Moroccan crisis a short while ago. Oh of course there had been everyone else that mattered there too, Russia, France, even America (Osmani hadn't been included even if they talked about a muslim nation, which made Germany wonder why she and Austria even hung out with her.). Of course, everyone but Austria had been against her. To be completely honest, she didn't give a damn about these people... only about Britain. 

She had honestly expected him to side with her just to fuck with France but, against all odds, the old coot had decided to side with the frog, rather than her! Well, she couldn't blame him, Germany, after all, realized how powerful she herself was, so this was a sign that people began to understand how unfathomably superior she was and thus wanted to contain her! It was a compliment really that Britain began to crap his pants at the whisper of the name 'Geeermanyyyyy', but it made her life complicated as well. Without Britain, the task of steamrolling over France and Russia at the same time went from cakewalk to something she'd need to put her back into.

It was what brought her back to reality when her Aunt said that name, Russia. That alcoholic mess of a nation... she was actually trying to lay back from the bottle. Good for her, but very bad for people who realized the potential Russia had. She has land, she has the resources and she has the people. Britain would only start to care the moment there was a land invasion of India and France, if he even had any relevance anymore, was too busy screaming 'Alsace-Lauraine!' followed by an autistic screeching to see what was going on beyond what Germany was doing. No, Germany would have to handle it and make sure all these resources Russia had were used for a good purpose. Her own glory!

"Balkan this, Balkan that..." Being at the center of the trio, Germany swayed her now very sharp bayonet left and right as she spoke. "You know what you do to solve minority problems?" An example of what people called Germany's evil. "You make it so they can either become German, and that doesn't mean invite them in your bed, Österreich, or move away to become Americans or whatever. Now, they can also call themselves 'Polish', but since Poland doesn't exist anymore, Polish isn't a thing either!" Germany's contempt smile became wider as she tightened her grip on her bayonet. "And then you make sure nowhere is there to be found a thing such as a 'Pole living in Poland'." With extreme prejudice... it was easy to think Germany was right and that her single minded attitude of rather than solving a problem, making it disappear was the right one with how silent the 'Polish Problem' had been between her Germanification and Russia's Russification, but history would prove her wrong, not that anyone knew that at the moment.

"So Ottomane is right, Österreich! Its not that big of a problem and I'm sure you can take care of it yourself auntie, at least if you aren't lazy and let the problem fester for 300 years that is." Her grin turned to Osmani as Germany sent that jab playfully. Nothing wrong with friendly mockery of a country's history! Of course they couldn't mock her back since Germany was only 40 years old right now and had no real defeat to speak of. Not allowing for an immediate comeback on the part of her muslim 'Friend' however, Germany raised her bayonet above her head, pointing at Osmani's throat. The youthful country had become serious all of a sudden, the stern look of Bismark on her face. "BUT..." She had a smug smile as she acknowledged Austria's comment. "You also should listen to Österreich, Ottomane. I DO know better. I know that while you are both arguing about the spoiled leftover you guys left under the sun for too long in the Balkans, there is Russia." She sheathed her blade.

"Russia with her huuuuuge land and manpower..." Saying this, Germany couldn't help but mimic herself holding two large round objects she wished she had at the level of her chest... "The rest of Poland, Ukraine, the Caucasus... Guys, if you want to become big, you have to dream big! So, Ottomane... this isn't about Serbia, no... this is about being in a better position to grab Russia and squeeze..." Having said this, she began rather to fondle these invisible orbs. "...Get Poland and some of the Caucasus, that would be nice and easy..." With this, her hands crisped, smile widened and pupils became smaller. "But we should really get in there and get Ukraine and... CHINESE COLONIES out of it! MWUAHAHAHAHA!"

Germany was gone for a few seconds there, laughing like a maniac while she was thinking about what name she'd give Vladivostok and how she'd construct a beach house in Sevastopol. For Austria, this was a normal habit Germany had though maybe Osmani wouldn't be so used to it. Slowly it died down, leaving Germany in a really good mood. "Ottomane... That's the thing, you join us and you help us to grab Russia by her lower region!" Saying this, Germany extended a hand out and for a moment, looked like she was about to molest Osmani's lower region as well but ultimately, stopped at proposing a handshake.