The Queen then walks up. “I have been listening to the conversation that you are having. I will give any assistance that Marie and James need. We will send troops and ships to the Channel islands to make sure that they do not fall. I agree with Tatiana, I want Rosa dead. She may not be able to be killed but we still need to try. I would like Otto dead as well. If he dies then I think that Rosa will be angry but she will be sad and crushed. She will not be able to think about anything else. You are right Isabella, we need to win the other European countries to our side, or make them monarchies. The US is going to cone out of neutrality someday and they will be a strong opponent.”
Isabella's eyes get big but she doesn't think too much else of this comment. "If we ever crossed paths in the future and you are ever in a room with Rosa... You know what to do, I won't object to it. Although I would much rather see Rosa's family killed in front of her. I would want her to suffer for the rest of her life. Slowly. Painfully. Since she is sooooo unkillable!" This is said in an extremely dark done with a grin. "I'm talking full on tower of London style." She motions a waiter over. "Vodka please!" Moments later she takes a drink. "To you all!"
"It is a pleasure to meet you aswell, My name is Georgevon Joestar and this is my son Jonathan."
Nodding, Tatiana sipped her wine in silent thought for a moment, pausing to swallow, and then sipping again. "I truly despise those Americans . . . sitting in their ivory toward with a loaded tank - They just sit there in all their glory only to show up randomly as moralistic underdog supporters! It makes me sick! I agree, my Queen. We need almost all - if not all - of Europe to band together if we want to have a hope of fighting against Joshuastania and the US, should we not come to an agreement with that usurper in Scotland."
Then, raising her glass, the Tsarevna echoed the cheer. "To you all!" In Russia, she had never been to a gala, and actually enjoyed speaking with her guests - though she never really got to have guests often. She tossed back her head and finished the rest of the glass in a single swallow, before continuing. "Oh, waiter? Please bring me some vodka . . . this wine is entirely too boring."
"Ah! Your Majesties, welcome!" Tatiana said merrily, upon seeing the Kaiser and his son. "Do come join us, we were just beginning to gossip about those awful Americans and that wannabe king over in Edinburg."
The Tsarevna chugged her vodka before bitterly replying - still very much sober all things considered - "Let is raise a glass to that statment! The truest sentiment I've heard all night!"
(I'm loving this! Are they all going to end up drunk?)
Isabella pats the Tsarevna on the back before asking to have drink number 7. "To that little сука Rosa. May she have a long and painful life!" She says this while laughing. She whispers in the Tsarevna's ear. "I look forward to the day that we can finally get a hold of my sister. I don't want to kill her as that would be the easy way out, no, she must suffer every day for the rest of her life! Nobody crosses the Crown Coalition!"
We have free trade between our nations' oil companies. We share technology to boost the petroleum markets, and sell each other piping equipment at low costs. We agree on a set price for oil for the rest of the world, and then enforce it - making it so that Russia doesn't offer lower prices than chricoma, or vise Versa. Also, we jointly put all other oil producers out of business (should it be by buying them, or by force). Lastly, we agree to do whatever need be to make our nations the only real sellers of oil. That way, with our set price and free trade, we can have a de facto monopoly on petroleum products. Also, if one of us wants to put sanctions on a nations, we both ,its agree to do it (a socialist long as they are not members of the Crown Coalition, as those members are safe from any trade embargos due to their close alliances with Russia). Deal?
(After a while. I say Tatiana is the last one left standing, as that kinda is ironic, considering she is a Tsarevna and owner of a fashion company. So the fact she can like, so hold her liquor is just so funny.)
Laughing, Tatiana agreed. "May God show her no mercy, except that of longevity - alone!" With that she finished her vodka and asked for two more, throwing them both back and swallowing.
"As for Europe, your Majesty," Tatiana said after chugging her fourth vodka, "I'd say a combination of over flattery and threats work wonders. Especially if my brother can make an agreement with Chricoma and Dorianopolis to monopolize the petroleum industry."
Russia agrees to this arrangement want as well, and reassures Chricoma that the crown Coalition at least will remain in favor of this deal. Russia also asks her new partner about Dorianopolis, and if they are a threat to Arabian, Persian, and Russian oil.
We'll avoid entering their territory, Chricoma offers that a delegate from Dorianopolis may come with Chricomian forces throughout the region to ensure that those territories remain unharmed, after Chricoma has established its own oil mining colonies it will likely not be moving its forces for any more time. We have a colony in Papua New Guinea so you can transport the delegate there and from there we'll take him to Saudi Arabia
A Dorian delegate will be sent. Again, we thank Chricoma for the level headedness brought towards this situation. A true leader of diplomacy and international affairs. (Also we have colonies right next to each other then in multiple places! If you look at my “International Possessions” Factbook you can see them all.)
Isabella keeps asking for more drinks too. After about drink 15 Isabella is starting to feel a little drunk. The Room is starting to spin and she is rubbing her head. "May my little sister always suffer!" She kind of heaves a little bit but she says that she is okay. She stumbles to a nearby couch and stretches out on it, her head pounding.