Dannyrulx

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Meanwhile Russia is spouting out french beautifully

@Nerevarine

I was considering having England cuff her over the back of the head for 'flirting' with his wife, but naaaah.

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Indeed. English is going to speak Schoolboy French, or none at all, I guarantee it.

@Lady Selune

Barely any. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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England sighed and theatrically brought a hand to his forehead as he heard someone else coming, the ragged fanfare... Wait, no, he knew who it was. He perked up almost immediately and threw his arms wide as France came in the room. France, his oldest associate, France, his wife, sirer of his favourite child, France, his oldest ally and rival. "Mon petit cho-fluer," he said in less than perfect French, but with an expression of love on his face. He was... Well, his French was only about eight hundred years rusty, but it had evolved in that time- he could speak Latin better than he could French, which was unfortunate.

"I only expected to be hosting our daughter and our rather rebellious son Britain stared pointedly at his wife. There were many things he had forgiven France for, but assisting America in leaving the commonwealth was not one of them. She had had no right- what if he had supported a rebellion in Northern Africa?

Talking about North Africa... "Where are my manners. Germany thew me off my stride... Please, come along to the dining room... What few of you remain. I did have a meal prepared for our visitors... Dammit, has anyone seen Anne anywhere?" The host, suddenly with something to do, lead the small party that remained to the... Banquet hall was a far better word for it. It was a room large enough to house most of the civilised world for a dinner party, but it would seem pathetically empty with what few remained.

"Now, I'm sure you're not expecting something amazing, however... India, my dear?" One benefit of having the Jewel of the Empire was that he did have access to her absolutely wonderful cooking. The country came out with a bow, a turban wrapped around his head, and he carried out a number of dishes- India had a strange ability of breaking himself up into various provinces, an ability that proved useful in stewardship.

"No starter I'm afraid, it's straight to the main course. We have a number of dishes, korma, rogan josh, vindaloo..." His face hardened. "And tactics. Russia, France," he nodded to the pair. "India, you best stay here. I'll need your men for what is to come." His son nodded and pulled up a chair some way away from the main participants of the conversation.

"Now, as I was saying. Russia. France. Japan. If America was here I would talk to him too, but somehow I believe this will be a European affair. If Germany invades, then chances are that she will attack through Belgium. As her father and..." Well, lover it was true. He was related to most countries, incest was slightly unavoidable. He cleared his throat. "As her father, and as the signer of a pact that ensures her independence, you must understand that I cannot let this occur. France and Russia, you will be on the frontlines."

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I think I'm going to have to take over France if nobody else wants her.

@bluetommy2

I *would,* if I didn't have the entire commonwealth apart from Canada to control.

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Also, how funny would it be for Russia to come down with a horrible fever that flushes her skin as she becomes communist?

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@dannyrulx You still around?

@bluetommy2

Yup, yup I am. Not sure what to say, might reply to Russia coming in.

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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 thousand 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 historied," 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."

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@Dannyrulx

@Wernher

Indeed.

The Empire is angry however.

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To say that Britain's house was large was... a dramatic understatment. It was seemingly larger than a small city, a huge, squat, red-bricked construction that towered over sweeping green grasslands and fields of flowers. The Union Jack flew stiffly out front, snapping in the gentle breeze that gusted in from across the channel and beyong that, and the sky was clear, if dark due to the late time of day. Gas lighting had been lit up across the grounds, bathing the area in a dingy yellow light, showing off the majesty of Britain.

As soon as the DLA was spotted, Britain knew about it, and whilst he humoured Germany for a while, eventually his patience ran out. After Ireland departed, his... Well, it wasn't clear what had happened between England and Ireland. Most people regarded them as brothers, but that was questionable. "Take it up with the sheep shagger himself, I don't care what those inbred yokels do in Cardiff," he joked, before turning to Germany, a pint of English ale in his hand.

"Germany!" He said cordially enough, but the atmosphere in the room was such that one could easily draw the impression that he or she had walked into a war about to kick off. "Per Ardua ad Astra," he quipped back, referring to the motto of the new Royal Flying Corps that he had set up. Taking a sip of his beer, he snarled and took a step towards the girl, seemingly becoming taller.

"I remember when I was in your shoes. Young. Rowdy. Impressionable. Fair enough. Coming into my home without invitation and disrupting my guests... I have no time for silly little girls like you. Touch Belgium, so much as lay one of you FILTHY LEATHER-GLOVED FINGERS on her, and I swear to god I will ram Berlin so far up your cunt that you'll swear you're giving birth to a city."

The room was deadly silent. Britain never swore and rarely got angry. The fact that Berlin had gotten him so riled up so quickly was not a good sign. "And if you don't think that I can do that with my oh so "contemptible little army..." he slammed his glass down, causing beer to slop over the sides of it and onto a table, where a shocked servant hurridly wiped it up.

"Try me and see how you like every one of my children that you so despise because of your pathetic father issues ramming bayonets up your arse. Oh, and I'd keep an eye on your miserable South-West African colonies. South Africa's getting a little hungry."

He turned away and took a few steps back, before turning back and shouting in a foghorn voice;

"NOW GET OUT NOW."

It wasn't hard to hear the roar of a lion in that voice.

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Home of Serbia and Montenegro

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."