The Italian Question[IC][MT for the most part but schizo]

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Lilly had enough. Drawing her cane-sword again, she slammed the pommel against the crate-table, causing a deep dent in it and a loud crack that would catch everyone's attention.

"EVERYONE!" she bellowed. "SILENCE!"

As soon as her demand was fulfilled, she would glower at everyone involved, Insaanistanis and Jamesians especially, and then would throw the map off the table before spreading an empty paper. "Right. One by one. Calmly. Your demands."

[The Jamesian Republic]

Lilly had enough. Drawing her cane-sword again, she slammed the pommel against the crate-table, causing a deep dent in it and a loud crack that would catch everyone's attention.

"EVERYONE!" she bellowed. "SILENCE!"

As soon as her demand was fulfilled, she would glower at everyone involved, Insaanistanis and Jamesians especially, and then would throw the map off the table before spreading an empty paper. "Right. One by one. Calmly. Your demands."

“Excuse me but that was uncalled for. In fact I have never seen a group of immature and volatile people in my life. Though yet again this is a different universe then mine so who knows. Also Mr. Markov please do not insult the Insaani’s or anyone else.” Douglas said.

[South Reinkalistan]

Desket stands up, smiling smugly. Doyaska watched, intently. "Thank you, Ma'am." He says. "I do believe that it was necessary to greatly limit the Insaanistani defense force, correct?" He looks at the Insaanis with a mean glint in his eyes. "I believe, then, and do in fact state, on behalf of the People's Federation, that their armed forces be limited to no more than 50,000 personnel, to start with."

[Langenia]

Lilly had enough. Drawing her cane-sword again, she slammed the pommel against the crate-table, causing a deep dent in it and a loud crack that would catch everyone's attention.

"EVERYONE!" she bellowed. "SILENCE!"

As soon as her demand was fulfilled, she would glower at everyone involved, Insaanistanis and Jamesians especially, and then would throw the map off the table before spreading an empty paper. "Right. One by one. Calmly. Your demands."

The Langenians, who had been silent through the argument, waiting, annoyed, for the Insaanis to shut up, pointed at Iberia. "Iberia is to independent as three nations: Spain, Portugal, and Catalonia, through a division of Ispanyola. Insaani rule will be removed. However, if our coalition partners demand it we our open to holding a referendum for the south to see who it wants to remain with, Spain or Insaanistan."

[Polish Prussian Commonwealth]

Lilly had enough. Drawing her cane-sword again, she slammed the pommel against the crate-table, causing a deep dent in it and a loud crack that would catch everyone's attention.

"EVERYONE!" she bellowed. "SILENCE!"

As soon as her demand was fulfilled, she would glower at everyone involved, Insaanistanis and Jamesians especially, and then would throw the map off the table before spreading an empty paper. "Right. One by one. Calmly. Your demands."

“Excuse me but that was uncalled for. In fact I have never seen a group of immature and volatile people in my life. Though yet again this is a different universe then mine so who knows. Also Mr. Markov please do not insult the Insaani’s or anyone else.” Douglas said.

"Maintain silence, observer, or I will go over and maintain it for you."

[Insaanistan]

“You people? Neither of us were even born,” Ayesha shot back.

“This is my country, you b*stard! Mine! That’s why I’m here! And I want my country back! And since we’re talking about ‘your people’ vs ‘my people’, your people already screwed with our people and out internal affairs long enough and I’d rather die than see ‘your people’ succeed in that again! My sister has more sense and strength than you, you”
Fazluddin belted out a series of curses in Pashto, Urdu and English.

"Please, if we must keep returning slight for slight, insult for insult, we will all end up back at war! Find the will to control yourself or step outside and cool off. You were not invited here to satiate your emotional whims."

Fazluddin sighed and ignored Markov’s jeering, and began walking to where he could be seated. However, his guards appeared ahead of him and customarily chanted:
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Fazluddin Khan Han!
Always the victorious!”
Always the victorious? What would that mean if he gave up more land
“Allah bless your way!
Allah bless your way!
May you walk with fortune!
May Allah smile upon you!
Long live the Leader and Insaanistan!”
If the country isn’t torn apart by outsiders he thought, rolling his eyes.
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!
Praise be! Praise be!
Don’t ever get arrogant, o Leader...
For Allah is Greater!”
Fazluddin stood in front of his chair, growing more and more anxious.
“You may sit now, o Leader!
Long live the Leader and Insaanistan!
Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!”
Fazluddin sat down finally, thinking what to do to keep his country.
More importantly, what to do to keep his people alive.

[Gongsi]

Lilly had enough. Drawing her cane-sword again, she slammed the pommel against the crate-table, causing a deep dent in it and a loud crack that would catch everyone's attention.

"EVERYONE!" she bellowed. "SILENCE!"

As soon as her demand was fulfilled, she would glower at everyone involved, Insaanistanis and Jamesians especially, and then would throw the map off the table before spreading an empty paper. "Right. One by one. Calmly. Your demands."

"Referendum for Granada, freedom for Italy and the rest of Iberia. I am not wholly caught up on the situation in Sicily and Sardinia, so I will abstain in regards to these islands."

“Excuse me but that was uncalled for. In fact I have never seen a group of immature and volatile people in my life. Though yet again this is a different universe then mine so who knows. Also Mr. Markov please do not insult the Insaani’s or anyone else.” Douglas said.

"We are here for results, not formalities. If slamming a sword into a table and shouting gets results, let it be."

[South Reinkalistan]

"Holy shit would you please shut up". States Desket to the Insaanistani guards who were babbling away. "I literally don't give a fuck."

[Insaanistan]

“You people? Neither of us were even born,” Ayesha shot back.

“This is my country, you b*stard! Mine! That’s why I’m here! And I want my country back! And since we’re talking about ‘your people’ vs ‘my people’, your people already screwed with our people and out internal affairs long enough and I’d rather die than see ‘your people’ succeed in that again! My sister has more sense and strength than you, you”
Fazluddin belted out a series of curses in Pashto, Urdu and English.

"Neither of us were, sure. But what are you, Spanish or Insaani?" Markov replied to Ayesha, before looking at the prince.

"No it isn't your country, on paper it used to but considering that we're holding talks here and it's not held by the Insaanis, it doesn't bode well. You aren't getting your country back, and you fucked up your internal affairs so much I have some self-appointed dictator shithead and you bickering over who should be who. Swear up and down all you want, lad, but reality is staring you in the face."

“My name is Douglas Hopkins. I am The Jamesian Republic ambassador to the International Assembly. In other words a diplomat. I am here to resolve this issue as that is what the International Assembly does. Think of the United Nations. If the International Assembly is a unfamiliar name it is because I am from a different universe which is similar but different to yours.” Douglas said.

"Right, Dick Hopper. I don't really care about this 'different universe' shit but if your world is like mine the United Nations is useless and did nothing while Lauzanne shed blood for it's freedom." Markov started to sound a lot angrier towards the end of his sentence, recalling the Refusal War in all-to-uncomfortable detail.

“I’m both. What the hell is wrong with you, dude?”

[The Jamesian Republic]

“Excuse me but that was uncalled for. In fact I have never seen a group of immature and volatile people in my life. Though yet again this is a different universe then mine so who knows. Also Mr. Markov please do not insult the Insaani’s or anyone else.” Douglas said.

"Maintain silence, observer, or I will go over and maintain it for you."

“Do not speak to me that way. I’m not afraid of you or anyone here.” Douglas said.

[Lauzanne]

Markov froze, looking to Lillian.

"Well, you are in charge."

On his way back to the table, taking a seat with the lieutenant flanking him, he looks at Douglas.

"It's Marshal, Doug. Marshal. And treat the lady nicely.

This was the kind of diplomatic negotiations Markov liked. Not like the boring shit in Voxia. He was now content to listen to the shit-show.

He was going to ignore Ayesha for now, given that she had no good points to bring to an argument.

[Insaanistan]

"Holy shit would you please shut up". States Desket to the Insaanistani guards who were babbling away. "I literally don't give a fuck."

“Kol khara,” cursed one of the guards under his breath.
The other snickered but quickly went back to their stern faces.

[Insaanistan]

Markov froze, looking to Lillian.

"Well, you are in charge."

On his way back to the table, taking a seat with the lieutenant flanking him, he looks at Douglas.

"It's Marshal, Doug. Marshal. And treat the lady nicely.

This was the kind of diplomatic negotiations Markov liked. Not like the boring shit in Voxia. He was now content to listen to the shit-show.

He was going to ignore Ayesha for now, given that she had no good points to bring to an argument.

“Why don’t you take your own advice, Mark,” Ayesha snapped.

[The Jamesian Republic]

Markov froze, looking to Lillian.

"Well, you are in charge."

On his way back to the table, taking a seat with the lieutenant flanking him, he looks at Douglas.

"It's Marshal, Doug. Marshal. And treat the lady nicely.

This was the kind of diplomatic negotiations Markov liked. Not like the boring shit in Voxia. He was now content to listen to the shit-show.

He was going to ignore Ayesha for now, given that she had no good points to bring to an argument.

“Alright then Marshal Markov. The lady needs to treat everyone else nicely as well.” Douglas said.

[South Reinkalistan]

"Holy shit would you please shut up". States Desket to the Insaanistani guards who were babbling away. "I literally don't give a fuck."

“Kol khara,” cursed one of the guards under his breath.
The other snickered but quickly went back to their stern faces.

"'Aetaqid 'anak kalb." Smiles Desket warmly.

[Lauzanne]

Markov froze, looking to Lillian.

"Well, you are in charge."

On his way back to the table, taking a seat with the lieutenant flanking him, he looks at Douglas.

"It's Marshal, Doug. Marshal. And treat the lady nicely.

This was the kind of diplomatic negotiations Markov liked. Not like the boring shit in Voxia. He was now content to listen to the shit-show.

He was going to ignore Ayesha for now, given that she had no good points to bring to an argument.

“Alright then Marshal Markov. The lady needs to treat everyone else nicely as well.” Douglas said.

"There's hope for you yet, Doug. And yes, the lady does need to treat people nicely and not behave like a teenage girl." Markov commented, glancing at Ayesha

[Insaanistan]

“Kol khara,” cursed one of the guards under his breath.
The other snickered but quickly went back to their stern faces.

"'Aetaqid 'anak kalb." Smiles Desket warmly.

Rather than the expected offense, the guards smiled and enthusiastically said “Aywah!”
Alright!

[Al-Musafakun]

Southern Italy - Taranto Outskirts

The noise and activity of the encampment where part of the peace conference was being held was joined by the sound of 3 armoured trucks arriving into the main vehicle area. Emblazoned with the shahada and the plain yellow banner of the Almofakun Caliphate, the 3 trucks stood out from the rest. As they parked up, 14 bodies existed the back of the trucks in total in addition to an extra 6 that were the drivers and local guides. Of the 14 was the 12 Mujahideen who saw this conflict from beginning to end, now decorated with visible signs of glory from their time fighting alongside the SWA against the blasphemous Insaanis. The other 2 included the Calipha’s delegate Arwa al-Kātiba bint Isrā, a lamia Arab from Medina and her assistant Aslam ibn Farajallah, likewise a Hejazi Arab.

The entourage made their way to the meeting tent, surely an extraordinary sight for most of the people present in the camp. Remaining outside, the decorated Mujahideen moved to guard the entrance alongside any SWA soldiers, holding personalised AK-47s and war trophies. Arwa and Aslam entered the tent, and were immediately greeted by the bickering delegates of the other nations. The Insaanis were notably preposterously mad, which did not do well for Arwa’s hopes. Sighing and making a mutter in her native tongue, she took her place on a side of the table, closer to Lily with Aslam sitting beside her.

[South Reinkalistan]

"Uhm, what are you saying, sir?" Whispers Doyaska to Desket.

"I am calling them a dog." He whispers back. "They seem to enjoy it."

"That's strange." Muses Doyaska.

"Yes," agrees Desket. "They are truly an innately brain-dead - and potentially degenerate - people."

[Catalunya and Navarra]

Sprinting off the plane as soon as it touched down, Mikel and Ferran rushed to the meeting place, nearly barreling through the doors if they weren't stopped and checked by guards.

"Please excuse our lateness," Ferran said, dusting off his suit. "I am Ferran Vilaró, and this is my partner, Mikel Ibarra. We are here to represent the Catalan and Basque peoples of Iberia. Now, what did we miss?"

[Insaanistan]

“Alright then Marshal Markov. The lady needs to treat everyone else nicely as well.” Douglas said.

"There's hope for you yet, Doug. And yes, the lady does need to treat people nicely and not behave like a teenage girl." Markov commented, glancing at Ayesha

“I’m sorry. Was I the one who came in here and began insulting people and their relatives? No. You did. Cabrón,”

[Lauzanne]

"There's hope for you yet, Doug. And yes, the lady does need to treat people nicely and not behave like a teenage girl." Markov commented, glancing at Ayesha

“I’m sorry. Was I the one who came in here and began insulting people and their relatives? No. You did. Cabrón,”

"Your apology is accepted, Miss." Markov nodded in her direction graciously, not paying much attention to the rest.

[Insaanistan]

Southern Italy - Taranto Outskirts

The noise and activity of the encampment where part of the peace conference was being held was joined by the sound of 3 armoured trucks arriving into the main vehicle area. Emblazoned with the shahada and the plain yellow banner of the Almofakun Caliphate, the 3 trucks stood out from the rest. As they parked up, 14 bodies existed the back of the trucks in total in addition to an extra 6 that were the drivers and local guides. Of the 14 was the 12 Mujahideen who saw this conflict from beginning to end, now decorated with visible signs of glory from their time fighting alongside the SWA against the blasphemous Insaanis. The other 2 included the Calipha’s delegate Arwa al-Kātiba bint Isrā, a lamia Arab from Medina and her assistant Aslam ibn Farajallah, likewise a Hejazi Arab.

The entourage made their way to the meeting tent, surely an extraordinary sight for most of the people present in the camp. Remaining outside, the decorated Mujahideen moved to guard the entrance alongside any SWA soldiers, holding personalised AK-47s and war trophies. Arwa and Aslam entered the tent, and were immediately greeted by the bickering delegates of the other nations. The Insaanis were notably preposterously mad, which did not do well for Arwa’s hopes. Sighing in her native tongue, she took her place on a side of the table, closer to Lily with Aslam sitting beside her.

“As-salaamu Ālaykum,” Ayesha said.
“Salaam walaikum,” Fazluddin said.

[Insaanistan]

“I’m sorry. Was I the one who came in here and began insulting people and their relatives? No. You did. Cabrón,”

"Your apology is accepted, Miss." Markov nodded in her direction graciously, not paying much attention to the rest.

This guy’s a moron, she thought to herself.

[South Reinkalistan]

Doyaska sighs, and pours himself a glass of wine from a bottle he'd hidden beneath his shirt. Desket appears as if he is about to chastise the man, but decides against it. This meeting was inane enough already; there was little point in depriving his Deputy of alcohol as well.