When Canada had calmed down and Anne had returned, it was a little too late to stop herself from sending the letter pledging soldiers to her father. Sighing, the young woman tidied herself up a little bit as she returned to the house, looking disapprovingly at the zepplin ominoisly hanging above the gardens. Realising who it belong to, her eyes widened and she quickly hurried to the manor, where a servant let her in. Nodding in thanks, she heard as Britain roared loudly and winced, listning to the rest of the conversation wincingly.

When it was all said and done, she walked over to her father and placed a hand around him, pouring him a glass of brandy and assisting him to his seat. "Dad, dad, calm down. She's not worth being this angry over. She's just a little rebellious and uppity, you might have to fight a small war or two, but that would begood for you! You can spend some time with mother fighting and enjoying each other's companies for a bit..." she continued, shooting the others an apologetic smile.

"Did we manage to discuss anything before we were hijacked by the leather wearer?"