The Guardsmen let go of Jean, and he nearly falls. They grab him again, but he pushes them away. "I am alright Kaiser." He says. "The Bavarian is simply lucky he was arrested before I awoke." He smiles, his mouth bloody.

The President sighs and shakes his head. Vilain walks up a few feet behind him and waits.

Jean opens his mouth, but the president cuts him off. "I didn't wish to make a bad situation worse, so I am simply having him deported. The sooner the situation is done with, the better." He looks at the Guardsmen, one a corpsman. "He will be okay, yes?"

"Yes sir. He may be a bit wobbly yet, but he will be fine and make a full recovery. It wasn't nearly as bad as it first appeared." The Guardsman replies.

"Excellent. Herr Kaiser? If I could have a private conversation while we are together in person?" The President asks.

Jean stands quietly, looking at Weiss, a small smile crosses his face.

The President quickly takes the Kaiser to the Commandant's office. After inside he sits at the desk. "The socialist alliance I sought to form moves slowly. Too slowly. I wish to address this with you here and now. A separate agreement, independent of the socialist alliance. Solely between our two nations."

Jean stumbles a few steps closer to her. "Wanna go on a vacation?" He asks happily.

"Excellent." The President says. "We can work something out then. Mutual defense and economic benefits. Is there anything you would like to add?"

"Of course." Jean says. "To Brazil. Their Prince has kindly offered a weeks vacation to all who have graduated here today. I, conveniently, have a week of leave before I report to my unit." He spits blood onto the ground and smiles. "Would you like to accompany me? I'm free to bring guests."

"Done." The President says. "Anything else?"

Jean stumbles over to her and gives her a hug. "Excellent." He mumbles. "I promise. No fighting. I will, however, need your help with something. If I let go of you, I will fall over. Help to my room would be appreciated." He laughs.

"I agree." The President stands. "We are agreed then." He holds out his hand. "I assume a handshake among friends will be enough until something more official can be drawn up and signed."

Once Jean arrives in his room, he begins packing his things. He doesn't have much: a few spare uniforms, a dress uniform, and some books. He dumps them all in a dufflebag. He looks down at his academy dress uniform. "I look ridiculous." He flicks the feather on his kepi. "I hate this uniform. I need to make a trip to Paris before we're off to Brazil. I assume you will need to make a trip home as well?"

"Consider it done." The kaiser says, smiling as he shakes the President's hand.


Weiss nods. "Sure, you can come to Berlin if you'd like, we could leave from there."

The Kaiser receives a call on his phone, which he quickly answers. His face goes from rather content, to pale, to completely enraged in the span of a short few seconds. He speaks to the other end of the line in rapid-fire German, almost barking orders at the other end of the phone. "Mobilisieren die Flotten, bekommen die Armee in Bewegung, ich will dass kleine Nation ausgelöscht."

The Kaiser hangs up the phone, turning to the French President. "Celatoro just declared war on Prussia, The Belkan States, and the Greater Roman Republic. This is not exactly what I was expecting to see today..."


Weiss sighs. "Can you please clean your mouth out?"