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

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Serbia stood, one eye twitching madly, buzzing about in its socket like a trapped bug. Montenegro wrapped himself in the blankets, shaking heavily and looking on with dread as Serbia seethed. He barely seemed to have listened to the lot of them, ignoring Japan's question about Austria's treatment of Bosnia and instead focusing on their denial, whether implied or explicit. His gloves rubbed against his saber as his hands ever tightened, letting out a loud rubber sound.

[color=0054a6]"None of you believe me, do you? I was right about the lot! All imperialist pigs, you disgust me!"[/color] Serbia yelled out. With one last dart of his bug-eyes, he seemingly sobered up from his rage, taking one deep breath and closing his eyes. [color=0054a6]"My apologies, it's the drink, heats your blood, I hope you understand,"[/color] he apologized, deadpan.

Bringing over two bottles, Montenegro removed his cloak and stood at full height finally. The familial resemblance was uncanny, only aided by their similar military garb. They both took long gulps from the bottles and then turned on the gathering. It was an insane change, suddenly the shivering, weak, boy, became a man at least Serbia's equal in physical stature, it was obvious he had been feigning weakness to perhaps elicit sympathy, but now he saw no point.

[color=0054a6]"You all [color=00aeef]should leave."[/color][/color] They said at the same time.

[color=0054a6]"It's obvious this isn't going anywhere, and frankly I'd hate to talk to you any longer than necessary."[/color] Serbia added.

[color=00aeef]"Don't hit yourselves on the way out."[/color] Montenegro snarled with an inhuman amount of acidity on his tongue.

[color=0054a6]"Until you get your heads out of your lovely hindquarters, I hope I never have to speak to you ever again, especially you... bird... thing."[/color] Serbia said, specifically addressing America with a look so confused it may have only existed before in the dreams of some talent-less writer. 

[color=00aeef]"I don't even know why we bothered, Russia would jump at the chance to aid us. Heh, and [i]he's[/i]
the backwards one."[/color]

[color=0054a6]"To be honest, I had expected this, after you westerners stole the title of Roman Empire from my father."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Er... that was the Frankish Empire, and he's dead."[/color]

[color=0054a6]"They all look the same to me."[/color]

With one final swig of his drink, Serbia smashed it against the ground and sat again.

[color=0054a6]"Unless you lot have anything else to say, I suggest you leave, I make a mean drunk."[/color]