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

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

[Color=skyblue]"Watch your mouth, Serbia,"[/color] snapped the eagle. [Color=skyblue]"You would do well to remember that every guest in this room you call a home is more powerful than you, economically and militarily. Especially myself."[/color] A warning note rang in his voice- no senile country of power long lost shouldn't be so foolish as to insult him alone. Who was Serbia to insult all Western countries? Their poor excuse of a home was more than enough indication that they were far better off.

[color=skyblue]"I would've been far more willing to supply the both of you in your fight, should you have started it, had you not been senile and unable to properly lead and negotiate. You'll receive no help whatsoever from us, for as long as you believe in yourself to be far greater than you are. Learn your place, Serbia, Montenegro."[/color]

This freedom eagle was ruffled, angry, hating their long-held self-righteousness and blindness to reason or negotiation. Silly, childish fools, they needed to be reformed already. If only he wasn't so set on isolationism, he might teach the insolent crones a thing or two about modern strength and power.

Turning to leave, America paused at the decrepit doorway, addressing his father and sister.

[color=skyblue]"Anne, my sister, and father Britain, we should meet soon. I have heard rumblings from Europe, as I'm no doubt you're aware. You too, Japan. We have business to discuss if we are to remain on top of the world's events."[/color]

With that, the eagle shoved his way through the door, leaving the meeting with the Balkans without a goodbye. They were not important, powerful, or clever enough to warrant any respect, in America's eyes.