"If anyone, she deserves Prince Rober. I admit, I may be tolerant, but I have a short temper and can be easily put into a stressful situation. I'm still in training , after all. But Robert is a true gentlemen. He is a gentle but hearty man with a strong personality and elegant act. I'm may be king, but I'm only an apprentice." Wilhelm sighed. He kept his straight-backed posture while speaking.

Robert listened to him speak, occasionally glancing over at Landa once or twice.

"Sometimes a temper can be beneficial. Sometimes it can destroy the foundations of an old nation." Robert sipped the wine he still had.

Jean tosses back the remainder of his wine, simply tossing the glass onto the nearest table. He puts arm around Weiss' waist while he takes Porsche's schematic in both hands, fascinated. He laughs loudly. "This is both utterly ridiculous and ingenious at the same time Mr. Porsche!"

Jean yanks a pen from his breast pocket, keeping his other arm around Weiss. He scribbles a phone number on the schematic. "If you need help funding this, you give me a call. I'll ensure it gets built."

"Work on your temper, Wilhelm. Let's go," Wilhelm got up and they walked to the limousine they arrived in.

"Königsberg State Hotel." Robert told the driver. Wilhelm pulled out an old book and started reading. Robert pulled out a work in progress wooden block and a knife. He started to shave parts of the block, sculpting something.

The Konigsberg State Hotel is one of the tallest buildings in the city, impossible to miss for miles. It appears to be constructed almost entirely out of glass, and has the symbol of Prussia flying on every corner of the building. Upon arriving, the limousine is directed into a roundabout by a valet, who opens the door for Wilhelm and his brother, leading them through the door of the hotel.


The Bavarian Royalty is led through the halls of the tower, the bellboy leading them making mindless small talk. The entirety of the tower's inside looks almost gold, the walls shimmering under the dozens of chandeliers.



They are directed into an elevator, up to the top floor, where one of the most opulent and large hotel rooms ever designed awaits them.


"Make yourselves at home!" The bellboy says, cheerily. "Mistress Richthofen will be arriving soon, so I've heard."

*Imperial Palace:*

Weiss shrugs. "They were rather respectful, given the circumstance. I still think that the hair ruffling was a bit unnecessary."

Jean tosses an irritated look her direction, softening after he looks at her.

"Admittedly, I may have started it." He begins softly. "But!" His voice hardens. "He called my culture a joke. He's lucky I took it in such good humor and only ruffled his hair."

Jean returns Landa's grin with his own.

He subtly (as subtly as a heavily intoxicated French soldier can) pulls Weiss a bit closer to himself. He just starts chuckling at himself.

"Ah yes." Jean says, sobering right the **** up. "I've also had quite a pleasant time here Herr Kaiser." A slight grin plays on his face. "I spent a decent chunk of my time with your extraordinary daughter. Oh, how rude of me." He holds out his hand. "Jean Luc. Of course, you know my father."