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Britain was about to retort to Serbia when Anne handed back her jacket, leading to him realising that he didn't really need to say anything. After Samuel had done venting some steam at the backwards, hovel-dwelling peasant, he turned and let out a wide smile to Japan, ignoring the arrogance of America for a moment as he clapped a hand on her shoulder. "It's always nice to see you my dear. I assume Korea is well as well?" He turned to the smaller country and gave her head a friendly pat, as if he was dealing with a far younger child, turning down a cigarette from his son only to take out a pipe of his own, tucking some tobacco in it with a finger.

As he leaned forward for Canada to light his pipe, he talked through tightly clenched teeth. "You know, I almost feel guilty for how I treated China. Almost. A-" He broke out into laughter, sending puffs of smoke through his pipe. "Sorry, sorry. I absolute don't feel guilty at all. It was just a little opium and she gets so Angry! Let her fall behind the rest of us civilised countries for a bit. She'll catch up eventually, of that I have no doubt. Promise me you won't go too hard on her when you next invade, eh?" He grinned widely and took the pipe away from his lips, watching as Samuel departed.

"Unfortunately, Samuel is correct. The alliances have failed at keeping peace in Europe and we all..." He looked around, as if suddenly expecting France to pop out of the bushes, "Well, those of us who are here at the very least, need to have a serious discussion about what is to come. As I said within the house, I will not be entering any war unless Belgium is threatened, I promised her that much in the Treaty of London. The problem is, it wasn't Germany who signed that, it was Prussia, and even more unfortunately for us, Prussia is now... Well. I'm not really sure what happened to him after Germany was born. Even more unfortunately, the best way to invade dear France is through Belgium, allowing her to swoop down and take Paris, thereby slicing the head off the French forces in one fell move. I also need to send a letter to my other children. Australia, India, New Zealand... South Africa too. I will need to call on them should we end up in a scrap."

"America, Japan," he said nodding to the pair. "Meet me at my house... The one in London that is, as soon as you can. Preferably tonight. If you'd like, you cane come in my car...?" He indicated towards where a Rolls Royce stood, a butler smartly standing by the door. "I'm sure Germany likes to pretend their cars are the best in the world, but... Nothing beats British."