Germanian International Dinner party (open discussion)

by **Australian rePublic** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 3:23 am

Our foreign minister, Elvis Reds, wishes to attend

by **The Germanian states** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:51 am

You are welcome to...

by **Fascist Empire of Great Britain** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:49 am

"Huazzah! More of our allies from The Alliance of Oppression! Sir Douglas, have Simmerson bring the strongest drink for Kraskskull and... Uh... What do you fellows drink in 201?" King Charles responds in a mixture of joy and confusion.

Sergeant Simmerson rushes in with a large keg of beer.

"Apologies to my Germanian friends, Orks will only drink the strongest alcohol."

by **The Germanian states** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 8:58 am

"Alcohol?? Oh we have wine." Said the Germanian Chancellor.

by **Atlesia** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:06 am

"Oh god, The rest of the Alliance is crashing the party." Atlesius mutters under his breath, upon seeing the 201 and Krakskull delegates. "Excuse me, but may I have some of the finest Germanian wine?" He asks the Germanian chancellor.
"God knows I'll need it," he remarks.

by **Fascist Empire of Great Britain** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:08 am

"I apologise again, they will only have the strongest alcohol" Charles responds.

by **NeuPolska** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 9:40 am

"Only the strongest alcohol?" Dominik I asked with a smile forming on his face, "I happened to have one of my guards sneak a couple bottles of Polish vodka in, if you're interested."

Weronika looked at him, "Dominik, I thought we agreed to not bootleg anything in!"

"We agreed to it, but the guards don't count," he said with a smile, "besides, I also had them bring in your favorite wine in case the Germanians can't satisify you."

She stopped being angry at him, giving him a look that meant he was off the hook, "alright, at least you put some thought into it."

by **Fascist Empire of Great Britain** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 10:41 am

"Marvellous!" says Sergeant Simmerson as he enters the Dinner Hall.

Sir Douglas glares at Simmerson, with a look of annoyance.

"Master Sergeant, what are you doing here?" Sir Douglas responds.

"Sorry, my 'Duk-"

"Don't call me that" Sir Douglas snaps at him.

"Apologies, Sir Douglas. The men were wondering what there orders are, for the rest of the night." he says worryingly.

"Have them at ease. Your Majesty..." he looks Dominik I. "Would you mind if my men were to... have some of your Vodka, if you so please. They marched a long way here and they deserve some kind of reward" he looks at the King, with a polite smile.

by **201** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 12:35 pm

The Leviathan looks at Charles, lifting his finger a little bit, but retracks it.

"We do not require organic substances."

The Leviathan continues to stare akwardly.

by **Atlesia** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 1:14 pm

Atlesius stares at the interaction beween Charles and the Leviathan interacting. He's scoffs into his drink.

"If being more highly evolved comes with having the social skills of an industrial robot, I think I'll pass," he remarks.

by **The Germanian states** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 3:46 pm

PASTAAAAAA...

The chancellor shouted as he ate his Lasagna.

by **NeuPolska** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:30 pm

"Well...I only have two bottles..." Dominik I said, "I mean, most of my men can get through an entire bottle and be ready to fight..." After his sentence, the King put two fingers in his mouth and whistled a quick and short Polish battle tune. After just a few moments, one of his guards, Bolesław, stood behind him ready for orders. "Bolesław, my good man, could you please hand me the bottles of vodka?" After a glance to his left at Weronika the King immediately corrected himself, "and a bottle of wine?"

"Of course, my Liege," Bolesław nodded, pulling out the bottles and setting them on the table.

by **The Royal Austriate** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:35 pm

A white Mercedes-Benz S class limo customized by our very own King Abraham James Mata II. His Magesty's royal guards protect him in his royal garments.

by **The Royal Austriate** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 5:38 pm

Oh did I forget to mention that I brought the whole court of Vienna

by **Quensatango** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 10:16 pm

Germania

President Yajaria Calistro checked her watch and sighed,"Bueno, I'm supposed to represent the republic and I'm going to be late..." Yajaria fell back in her seat Groaning. "Relax, ever things going to be fine, besides this wouldn't be the first time Quensatango would be late" Enrique Colom Minister of Foreign affairs said. It was true Quensans were notorious for being late. However, he was right she had been stressing to much, but to her this was more than just a simple get together with other leaders this was a chance to finally introduce Quensatango to the world, or at least other surrounding nations.
"I suppose your right, but you know this is a big opportunity and I would rather not screw it up" Yajaria replied doing some last minute Grooming.
"Trust me I know. Anyway we should be arriving at the Estate in a few Minutes, from what I've read these Germanians value Pasta as a delicacy."
"Pasta? Well I have been in the mood for some lasagna actually"

(OOC: This is my first RP so sorry if it's bad)

by **The Germanian states** » Thu Jan 22, 2015 11:56 pm

Germanian guards

The Germanian guards stop a suspicious looking car and the car passed through an X-_ray scanning gate and it was all clear.

A Germanian royal guard tells the Quensatangoians(we love placing -ian in nationalities) to go to the ballroom.

by **Australian rePublic** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:11 am

Red wine?

by **Unified Imperial States** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 8:57 am

Emperor Friedmann's black staff car, surrounded by an entourage of light armored cars, made it's way up the road towards the estate. As it stopped at the front gates for the guards to check identities, the armored cars back off away from the estate and went back to their headquarters. It wouldn't be very police to have armed troopers showing up at a diplomatic function, afterall.

Friedmann opened his window as the guard walked towards the car. "Karl Friedmann", he said as he pulled out a small wallet adorned with the signs of the Unified Imperial States. He suddenly took the time to notice the giant flying city in the sky. "Not these people again...", he muttered.

by **Fascist Empire of Great Britain** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 10:39 am

Charles looks outside the window.

"Ah! See Douglas, look at that!" he points at the numerous cars outside and then smiles at his humble carriage.
"See how they all arrive in motorcars and we arrived here in a bloody cart!" He laughs

"Yes, your majesty. The Carriage is the true way Royalty should travel. My God!" he looks over to see Gordon is on 450th glass of alcohol, a wall of sorts is building in front of him.

by **Atlesia** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 10:58 am

Upon seeing the Unified Imperial States motorcade, Atlesius sighs. "I guess I should go and say hello to another one of my allies showing up for the party." Looking back, he hears an angry shriek.
"Not more Fascists!" Tasalaar screams, after slamming down her precisely 459th glass of alcohol. "They're killing my buzz!"
Sighing again, and heavily resisting the urge to facepalm, he goes over to greet Emperor Friedmann. Internally cursing his luck all the way.

by **Fascist Empire of Great Britain** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:42 pm

"What kind of defences do you have in this area?" Sir Douglas directs this question to the nearest Germanian Official.

by **Imperial New Vegas** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 12:55 pm

Emperor Alfred Kappel sat in a plane, enjoying the view of the landscape below him. He was on his way to the Germanian states to attend an international dinner party or some shit like that when suddenly, he feels an unusual shake. He turns to the lady that was sleeping beside him. The juice on her fold-able table shook. The airplane broad-casted a flight-attendant speaking in an urgent voice. "Everyone! Stay calm! We are experiencing some difficulties with the aircraft. Please make use of the oxygen masks we provide!"

Just then, on cue, oxygen masks fall from the ceiling. It suddenly becomes chaotic in the plane. Women began screaming in high-pitched voices. Children began wailing and kicking. Fathers sweat anxiously, trying to calm everyone down.

Alfred mumbled "God fucking damnit, vhy does zis always happen to me?"

The plane continued rocking furiously, and all of a sudden, the emperor felt himself falling vertically. He tried putting his mask on, but it just didn't seem to work. He couldn't plant his feet on the ground. It felt like a roller coaster. Only in a rollercoaster, people get off safely.

He groaned a little as the plane drew closer. He heard a deafening crash, and then he heard no more.

by **Fascist Empire of Great Britain** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 1:29 pm

OOC: Where is that plane going to crash?

by **Dutchland-UK-Prussia** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 1:32 pm

OOC: This will be fun.

IC:
Premier Friedrich Mueller arrives by public transport, before he walks into the hall.

by **Fascist Empire of Great Britain** » Fri Jan 23, 2015 1:40 pm

King Charles smile fades - he looks at Sir Douglas and leans towards him, he whispers something.

"Yes, your Majesty "- Sir Douglas leaves the room, then returns with two tall Grenadiers. He passes the Premier and whispers (it is almost inaudible) "Regicidal, Communist filth" and returns to his seat.

Gordon has recently finished his 599th drink and looks up.

"O' my, who invited these daftees?"

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