[color=ed1c24][center][i][h1]Britain's House[/h1][/i][/center][/color] [@SillyGoy][@Dannyrulx][@Lady Selune][@bluetommy2] Russia's eyes rolled in her head to lock her great rival, Japan, into her field of view. Rather mechanically, Russia turned herself to face the so-called Marvel of the East. "Japanija, Glorious Nippon, in the flesh once more. I trust you have been well since our last encounter?" the Slav straightened up her posture and cleared her throat slightly, glossing over her horrific defeat in the Russo-Japanese War, a war from which her body and her reputation still has not quite recovered. "Peace is not an option for anyone in this room, I am afraid. Had peace truly been a desire of ours, we would have simply stayed in our homes, rather than making promises to fight." Her eyes once again scanned the room as she crossed her arms, "I am only confirming the inevitable, and being charitable enough to give you time to prepare yourselves rather than be swept up in a surge of battle." As she awaited the replies and retorts of the other nations, Russia caught the sound of something outside. The return of Germany? No, this didn't feel like her presence. Before she could react, the doors were open, with the blaring of trumpets and a cacophony of francophonic chatter. Ah yes, France and her spawn. [i]"Bonsoir, Mademoiselle France,"[/i] Russia spoke in turn, with a friendly smile for her ally, [i]Ça va bien, merci. J’éspère que ça va bien pour toi aussi?[/i] Many nations had forgot or were ignorant to the fact that Russia spoke fluent French, having mastered it during her time of idolizing France. Some even joked that she was only capable of speaking on complicated topics in French. That may have been true for a time, but Russia had indeed refined her native language to be just as eloquent and technical and that of French. Still, she liked the way that it sounded, and she wouldn't refuse the chance to show it off. [i]"Je parlais tout juste avec Angleterre et les autres sur la chance de guerre en ces temps."[/i]