White plain space. Serbia is laughing while leaning forward with her hands on her stomach. "Oh my God! You have some funny stories. If I had any idea there were stories like the Compiegne Wagon, I would have paid more attention to the Western Front" she says to France who was standing flattered.
"Well of course my dear, Serbie. At the end of WWI I dragged young Germany there myself. He was not thrilled though and looked for the first opportunity to return the favor. But I knew I will get my revenge sooner or later... And then, 4 years later, and... the wagon was blown up into million pieces", he says dramatical and over expressive throughout.
Still giggly, Serbia replies: "If I were you I would make an exact replica. Save all the original parts. Any remaining planks and incorporate them... just for the shits and giggles."
France smiles mischievous. He puts his arm over the smaller nations shoulder and says sly: "As a matter of fact..."
"Hey, what are you two doing over there?" Germany, who has been walking in the background, says.
The two flinch, turning towards him with a nervous smile.
"Oh nothing... Simply discussing some... wood" France says.
"Yeah..." Serbia adds anxious. "I was just telling France about my massive freshly cut load Nothing better for the cold winter months. It's the classic Slavic way."
Germany hums unimpressed. "I see", he utters and walks away clueless to their great relief.