OOC: Sheesh! I'm gone for a bit, and this thing explodes to 6 pages?! Pretend my rep.s have been here already.
Adolf, a tall, brooding man, stood up at the entrance of the Ozian delegate. "Entschuldigung mir, bitte, Frau Admivi. Perhaps you should calm yourself? After all, this is a peace conference. And as a conference, the demands should not be written by one country alone, it should be discussed by all, like the document that was written up before you arrived. Come, I ask you, sit down. Perhaps we can work St Oz's demands into our document before we can sign it?"
Mikael Schlangdorf said nothing, sitting in his chair with an angry look on his face. 'This is perfect, just perfect,' he thought. 'Stuck in a room full of socialist pigs. Listen to them! Forcing great Myroria to give up land it has paid for. That's just disgusting. What would be good for Myroria would be to get more capitalist nations in on this land. Aggh. Why am I here? I should just tell Frau Tar-Ilium this. But I can't without risking a split from Talstadt! Scheiß! I hate these formal discussions!'