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MurderVictimBritain's House
The lone eagle in the room took a step back, as new players entered. Bickering, however subtle, began, going back and forth without fail. This sort of thing will always happen when the great countries of the world are in the same room- always bickering. Germany and her insanity, Russia and her insistence to follow her own tradition, language, in someone else's home.
Japan's last words were hopelessly naive. Come to an agreement? Work together? There was once a time when he thought he could do that with his enemy. The only reason his father ever let him go is because he made it far too costly for him to continue the fight against America- he did not delude himself that he had truly won that war. Great Britain could've won if he pushed hard enough, but it would've meant a total loss of all the other colonies, and being bankrupt besides.
No, all cards must be played carefully- and that includes when to lay some down, and go to war with it. There was a war coming, he knew, and very little could stop it.
Catching the eye of his father, he gave a slow, farewell wave, and a slight nod, before turning and slipped out of the room, and house, behind the backs of everyone else.
Seeing himself out, he clacked his way down the steps of his father's home. Bidding one of his men over to him, he leaned down and began speaking.
"Find the location of the German immediately. And then get me the transportation to get to her- that zeppelin of hers is hardly the fastest or most trustworthy invention."
Belgium's House
It was no small amount of satisfaction to see Germany's great and proud zeppelin... grounded, and smoking from one of its engines. German engineering can be great, but Erika very definitely oversells it.
And speaking of the German leader, she was clenching her fists, glaring at the sun. What did she think she was going to do, intimidate the sun? Having seen a fair bit of Erika as of late, and hearing plenty more, he wouldn't be surprised if that was what she planned to do. The fool was going to burn her eyes out, anyhow, staring at their system's star like that.
"Fräulein Brandenburg, if I may have a word before delivering something to Belgium here," he started, knowing full well that Erika might prefer another prefix.
He approached from behind her, no doubt taking her by surprise. He flew partway here; it was a terrible inconvenience to have to do it himself, but the second version of the first type of passenger aircraft was rather cramped on space, so it was just him, a pilot, and his intelligence officer.
Having caught Germany's attention, he gave what he would call a smile, and began.
"Tread carefully. You are not a world power- you don't have the support for it. Don't act like one. You are making a great many enemies, Erika, and you appear to be planning on making more. Don't forget that I can outproduce all European nations combined, and that every time I went to war, I go all in. Don't make an enemy of me or mine, Brandenburg. You won't enjoy the consequences."
Giving the nation a nod, he turned and began walking towards Belgium's homestead. Reaching his hand out, his intelligence officer placed the letter in his hand. Nodding his thanks, he unfolded it once, to ensure that it had everything in order. He wrote it on the way over- a general sum of warnings and pledges that America is always a friend to the good, neutral nations of Europe- those that have nothing to do with the terribleness that may occur.
Knocking on the doorway, he waited for it to open before presenting it.
"For m'lady Belgium, to read whenever best suited. Have a pleasant evening."
And with that, America left the foreign lands, studiously ignoring Germany and her ungainly zeppelin, intelligence officer in tow, in one of the first planes ever created. Germany may have her luxurious zeppelin, but America preferred to make things that did a job well and fast.
