Or what? Britain seethed. The 'or what' would be the death of her peoples, the razing of her cities and unmentionable things occuring to Erika herself, as she was well aware of. Britain himself might not be powerful, but all he had to do- and indeed had done, was send a few choice letters. Already, South Africa, India, the West Indies and Canada had replied to say that they would be sending men should war break out. Australia and New Zealand would likley be reciving the message as he fumed. If Germany wanted to play this game, the war would be over by Christmas.

"Excuse me Germany. France, if you happen to have forgotten, is one of my oldest friends, the closest thing I have to a wife, and despite our differences, is a [i]thousand[/i] times the woman that you will ever be." He diplomatically decided to avoid the point that they were also technically blood relations due to their celtic heritage. 

Finally, the accursed girl shut her stupid mouth. "I'm sure with Japan's excellent and [i]historied,[/i]" he put emphasis on the wors, mocking the fact that the only reason Germany's nilitary record was so good was because of her age "martial records, she should have no difficulties with her own rising sun empire."

When Germany left, he let out a sigh of relief. "I meant what I said. I'm getting my military uniform down and I swear to god I am going to kill that stupid uppity girl and see if a more civilised country springs from the ashes."