SEC Conference (Closed, ATTN: SEC Members)

[St George of England]

The two Royals from the Holy Empire returned from the garden and, whilst Mathew took out his pipe and lit up, leaning back in his chair, Edward looked around for one his personal aides. The man stepped forward quickly. "Inform our hosts that when we break for dinner, I must be allowed back to our residence. I have a matter to discuss with our government at home." With a nod the aide scurried off.

Edward took a sip of his water and beckoned another aide. "The next time we break, have the Port brought in and place a bottle in each of the delegates places."

[Reformed Britannia]

James nodded at Cavour, his eyes now fixed on the papers the man was fretting over. He cleared his throat, and motioned towards the entrance to the room, where most of the delegates now were.
"Well, everyone's pretty much here. Do you mind if I hear your proposals?" James knew that the answer would most likely be a no, but there was no harm in trying. Especially if knowledge of said proposals would give James time to consider their impact on Britannia and her Dominions. James was fairly certain that Britannia's largely self-governing colonies overseas would need some representation during this meeting, so he would keep their best interests at heart as well as those of Britannia proper.

[Royal Calathonia]

James nodded at Cavour, his eyes now fixed on the papers the man was fretting over. He cleared his throat, and motioned towards the entrance to the room, where most of the delegates now were.
"Well, everyone's pretty much here. Do you mind if I hear your proposals?" James knew that the answer would most likely be a no, but there was no harm in trying. Especially if knowledge of said proposals would give James time to consider their impact on Britannia and her Dominions. James was fairly certain that Britannia's largely self-governing colonies overseas would need some representation during this meeting, so he would keep their best interests at heart as well as those of Britannia proper.

Cavour turned to James and simply said "No. You must hear along with the rest of the repersentatives, once the conference is reconvened. But I give you a hint: it only involves framing the government of this Alliance." He then finished his work, put the papers in a folder, and took out a book to read to take up his time. It was a mystery novel, called The Murder of Van Hyde.

[Itailian Maifias]

James nodded at Cavour, his eyes now fixed on the papers the man was fretting over. He cleared his throat, and motioned towards the entrance to the room, where most of the delegates now were.
"Well, everyone's pretty much here. Do you mind if I hear your proposals?" James knew that the answer would most likely be a no, but there was no harm in trying. Especially if knowledge of said proposals would give James time to consider their impact on Britannia and her Dominions. James was fairly certain that Britannia's largely self-governing colonies overseas would need some representation during this meeting, so he would keep their best interests at heart as well as those of Britannia proper.

John removed his garrison cap from his lap and placed it on the chair and got up and walked over to his old friend, James Roberts. As he walked up, he introduced himself " Good to see you again old friend" he said smiling as he walked up to the man

[Reformed Britannia]

James got out of his chair, grinning broadly at Lynch.
"Ah, good to see you too, John! Bloody good to see you, in fact. Fashionably late, as usual," James said, still smiling at Lynch. A look of realization-almost as if he'd forgotten something-came over his face, and he pulled out his wallet. Opening it up, he took out a small photo. It was a picture of his wife, and a roughly week-old baby girl.

"I don't believe I've told you this, but I recently joined the ranks of fatherhood. There's my wife," James said, pointing to a smiling and joyous-looking Jacqueline Roberts, "and here is our little bundle of joy." His finger moved to the small face protruding from the rose-pink blanket Jacqueline held in her hands. The baby had been staring at the camera with an expression of wonder, as evidenced by her wide-open, sparkling green eyes-eyes that her mother and father both shared.

"We've named her Siobhan. A good, flowing Hibernian name." James stared at the picture for a little while longer, before looking up at Lynch again.
"What about you, John? How's the wife, and life in general?"

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour ignored the Brittanian and Italian repersentatives talking to each other. He did they think they were possibly close friends. Anyways, he continued to read his book. He prayed God the conference would assemble again soon.

[Itailian Maifias]

James got out of his chair, grinning broadly at Lynch.
"Ah, good to see you too, John! Bloody good to see you, in fact. Fashionably late, as usual," James said, still smiling at Lynch. A look of realization-almost as if he'd forgotten something-came over his face, and he pulled out his wallet. Opening it up, he took out a small photo. It was a picture of his wife, and a roughly week-old baby girl.

"I don't believe I've told you this, but I recently joined the ranks of fatherhood. There's my wife," James said, pointing to a smiling and joyous-looking Jacqueline Roberts, "and here is our little bundle of joy." His finger moved to the small face protruding from the rose-pink blanket Jacqueline held in her hands. The baby had been staring at the camera with an expression of wonder, as evidenced by her wide-open, sparkling green eyes-eyes that her mother and father both shared.

"We've named her Siobhan. A good, flowing Hibernian name." James stared at the picture for a little while longer, before looking up at Lynch again.
"What about you, John? How's the wife, and life in general?"

John smiled at the sight of James' daughter, reminding him of his own child. He pulled out a photo from his breast pocket and showed it to James. It was a picture of him and his wife in full uniform and there son in John's arms " Very well. I have a son now, almost a year old, we named him Augustus Lynch, nice strong Italian name. I stepped down as Joint Chief of Staff, I live with Ashley in Norvea now."

[The Matthew Islands]

King Gilligan strode back into conference hall, and sat back down next to Capone. He began shifting through papers, putting aside some of the ones regarding an SEC navy.
Capone looked puzzled.
"Sire, I thought we were discussing the navy?"
"So did I, but it seems for now that debate is postponed. I think this idea of join intelligence if more of a concern to some of the delegates present."

[Reformed Britannia]

James smiled at the picture, and clapped a hand on John's shoulder.
"Good for you, mate. Hopefully the bureaucrats well be kinder to you than they were to me. I swear," James trailed off, looking at Cavour, who was now reading.
"What about you, good sir? Do you have a family?" Looking at the man's age, Roberts thought that he must. But still, some people went family-less for the better part of their lives, or indeed their entire life. But those people were rarely diplomatic representatives.

[Jbeil]

Marie put on a rather weak smile,obviously the idea of the Empire having to take money from others just to save it from bankruptcy wasn't something she liked,but she was still grateful to the princess for her proposal.

-"No,no...Thank you anyway.My family,Les Lys,would be horrified and ashamed if I or the Emperor for that matter accepted money from strangers.And,there are some in our political world that would be less than pleased to see this happen.Besides,I was told that Bladia and one of the Jebili representatives had negotiated something close to an economic aid offer.Anyway,my offer was for the money to come from the Imperial treasury,which is under the command of the Emperor,the Empress and their children,completely separate from the state treasury.The money for the financing of the humanitarian aid will come from the royal families of Aigle-Lys,and not from the Empire itself."

As Marie explained the state of the treasury,she came to wonder as to why the Emperor would even make such an offer,what could possibly benefit him...

[Royal Calathonia]

James smiled at the picture, and clapped a hand on John's shoulder.
"Good for you, mate. Hopefully the bureaucrats well be kinder to you than they were to me. I swear," James trailed off, looking at Cavour, who was now reading.
"What about you, good sir? Do you have a family?" Looking at the man's age, Roberts thought that he must. But still, some people went family-less for the better part of their lives, or indeed their entire life. But those people were rarely diplomatic representatives.

Cavour looked up at James and saId "No, Sir. I have not married my entire life, and I don't want children! They are just little pests who get on your nerves! Like a little pest saying "Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom!". How pathetic!" He then laughed and returned to his book.

[Itailian Maifias]

James smiled at the picture, and clapped a hand on John's shoulder.
"Good for you, mate. Hopefully the bureaucrats well be kinder to you than they were to me. I swear," James trailed off, looking at Cavour, who was now reading.
"What about you, good sir? Do you have a family?" Looking at the man's age, Roberts thought that he must. But still, some people went family-less for the better part of their lives, or indeed their entire life. But those people were rarely diplomatic representatives.

" O, the Senate? They were horribly upset, ya know, most legendary general resigning and going to live in another country. So naturally Mark had me made the Command of INFC(Itailian Norvean Forces Command), where I live while Ashley serves as the top general in the Norvean military. How is your wife holding up? If you guys want a vacation, I have a empty manor in Drakkar.."

[Osthia]

Count Harold Sforka III stepped into the conference area and bowed his head. "I'm sorry if I am late. I am Count Harold Sforka III of Osthia. Are we currently discussing anything?"

[Royal Calathonia]

Count Harold Sforka III stepped into the conference area and bowed his head. "I'm sorry if I am late. I am Count Harold Sforka III of Osthia. Are we currently discussing anything?"

Cavour turned and said to Count Sforka "No, not really. These gentlemen over here are talking about something concerning children. Little rascals children are, I have to say." He then returned to his book.

[Osthia]

Count Harold Sforka III stepped into the conference area and bowed his head. "I'm sorry if I am late. I am Count Harold Sforka III of Osthia. Are we currently discussing anything?"

Cavour turned and said to Count Sforka "No, not really. These gentlemen over here are talking about something concerning children. Little rascals children are, I have to say." He then returned to his book.

"Oh, well, I have three children, two girls and one son. And I have five grandchildren. I love them all dearly, and they are, if anything, not little rascals."

[St George of England]

Count Harold Sforka III stepped into the conference area and bowed his head. "I'm sorry if I am late. I am Count Harold Sforka III of Osthia. Are we currently discussing anything?"

Cavour turned and said to Count Sforka "No, not really. These gentlemen over here are talking about something concerning children. Little rascals children are, I have to say." He then returned to his book.

Edward looked up at the comment. "Not all children, sir. Some of those who would be considered such are more mature, as their station requires."

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour turned and said to Count Sforka "No, not really. These gentlemen over here are talking about something concerning children. Little rascals children are, I have to say." He then returned to his book.

Edward looked up at the comment. "Not all children, sir. Some of those who would be considered such are more mature, as their station requires."

Cavour "I don't give a shit! Children are rascally, who do their evil tricks and their little nasty laughing, trying to act "cute" and what. How stupid they are!" Cavour then returned to his book.

[Osthia]

Edward looked up at the comment. "Not all children, sir. Some of those who would be considered such are more mature, as their station requires."

Cavour "I don't give a shit! Children are rascally, who do their evil tricks and their little nasty laughing, trying to act "cute" and what. How stupid they are!" Cavour then returned to his book.

"Mr. Cavour, this is a diplomatic conference, and as such, you should refrain from using obscenities in the presence of bigger nations, as well as smaller nations. We are to be role models for those stepping onto the diplomatic stage, and cursing each other out on the issue of children is...poor role modeling."

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour "I don't give a shit! Children are rascally, who do their evil tricks and their little nasty laughing, trying to act "cute" and what. How stupid they are!" Cavour then returned to his book.

"Mr. Cavour, this is a diplomatic conference, and as such, you should refrain from using obscenities in the presence of bigger nations, as well as smaller nations. We are to be role models for those stepping onto the diplomatic stage, and cursing each other out on the issue of children is...poor role modeling."

Cavour ignored the Osthian and continued to read his book.

[Osthia]

"Mr. Cavour, this is a diplomatic conference, and as such, you should refrain from using obscenities in the presence of bigger nations, as well as smaller nations. We are to be role models for those stepping onto the diplomatic stage, and cursing each other out on the issue of children is...poor role modeling."

Cavour ignored the Osthian and continued to read his book.

The old count, slightly irritated, tapped his cane on the Calathonian's desk. "And it is diplomatically rude to ignore someone when they are speaking to you. I have been in diplomacy far logner than you, so take my advice when I offer it."

[St George of England]

Edward looked up at the comment. "Not all children, sir. Some of those who would be considered such are more mature, as their station requires."

Cavour "I don't give a shit! Children are rascally, who do their evil tricks and their little nasty laughing, trying to act "cute" and what. How stupid they are!" Cavour then returned to his book.

"I assure you, sir," Edward said, almost sarcastically. "That I have never played a trick on any in my life, nor do I consider myself to be otherwise evil or nasty. I am also most definitely not stupid. Do not judge an entire age group by the actions of a few, just as I shall judge your people harshly because of your tone and choice of words, which seems very strange, and not the least bit offensive in the presence of many nobles and several monarchs." Edward finished. He would not let himself be seen as weak or unwilling to get into the debate.

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour turned to the Osthian and said, in a booming and angry "I don't give a shit about how long you have been a diplomat, sir. That's stupid shit you are trying to put foward to make yourself seem superior to me. And that goes to you too, repersentative from St Georges. Now leave me the f**k alone." Cavour got up, took his folder and book, and marched to the other side of the table, where he sat down again.

[Osthia]

Cavour turned to the Osthian and said, in a booming and angry "I don't give a shit about how long you have been a diplomat, sir. That's stupid shit you are trying to put foward to make yourself seem superior to me. And that goes to you too, repersentative from St Georges. Now leave me the f**k alone." Cavour got up, took his folder and book, and marched to the other side of the table, where he sat down again.

Now the Osthian, normally peaceful and calm, was angry. "Need I remind you, Mr. Cavour, that it was because you were hiding behind a giant nation that Osthia did not follow through in its attacks against you for your fiasco at the diplomatic conference. If you wish to have Osthian recognition and protection, then I suggest that you show respect to your peers!"

[Royal Calathonia]

Cavour turned to the Osthian and said, in a booming and angry "I don't give a shit about how long you have been a diplomat, sir. That's stupid shit you are trying to put foward to make yourself seem superior to me. And that goes to you too, repersentative from St Georges. Now leave me the f**k alone." Cavour got up, took his folder and book, and marched to the other side of the table, where he sat down again.

Now the Osthian, normally peaceful and calm, was angry. "Need I remind you, Mr. Cavour, that it was because you were hiding behind a giant nation that Osthia did not follow through in its attacks against you for your fiasco at the diplomatic conference. If you wish to have Osthian recognition and protection, then I suggest that you show respect to your peers!"

Cavour said to the Osthian, in a extremely mocking and nasty tone "Yes, Master. I do everything you say master. Please don't beat me master." He then returned to his book, and mumbled to himself, quietly "Snoobish little old fag."

[Osthia]

Now the Osthian, normally peaceful and calm, was angry. "Need I remind you, Mr. Cavour, that it was because you were hiding behind a giant nation that Osthia did not follow through in its attacks against you for your fiasco at the diplomatic conference. If you wish to have Osthian recognition and protection, then I suggest that you show respect to your peers!"

Cavour said to the Osthian, in a extremely mocking and nasty tone "Yes, Master. I do everything you say master. Please don't beat me master." He then returned to his book, and mumbled to himself, quietly "Snoobish little old fag."

Something snapped in the seventy year old man. Never before had he met such a man as rude as he. With one fluid motion, Sforka brought his cane across on Cavour's cheek. "How dare you say that! You have just left your country vulnerable. Osthia will not help your nation when you ask!"