Weiss chuckles to herself, walking across the hall to the Presidential Suite. She knocks on the door a few times.

"It's a pleasure to see you." Weiss says. "And it's just Weiss." She glances over towards the Eagle. "Very impressive craftsmanship."

Weiss takes a seat in one of the chairs, smiling. "Now, I've heard that the representative from the Lesser German States finally arrived and my Father is working on incorporating them into this alliance."

*Imperial Palace*
Kaiser Richthofen sighs. "This isn't an alliance in the formal respect. It will function more along the lines as a Council of German States, existing to allow for easier diplomacy between the three German States in Europe."

"Ah. Well, I still have two medals that are supposed to go to your father and whoever leads the German States," Wilhelm walked to the bar and he poured the two wine. Robert got up, walking towards them. He held his hand out with the German eagle, offering it to her.

Jean sits on a couch in his suite, bored. He tosses back the end of his third glass of schnapps. Sighing, he stands up and goes to refill his glass, almost falling in the process. On a whim, he grabs his room key and tosses it in a pocket inside his tunic, which is hanging open. He wanders out into the hall, somehow manages to close his door behind him, and looks around blankly for a moment trying to remember where Weiss said she would be. He stares, confused, down the hall to the left, and then to the right.

Taking his best guess, he walks over to a door and pounds on it continuously with his fist, glass of schnapps in his other hand.

"I'd prefer diplomatic solutions before militaristic intervention." Weiss says. "I've been to a battlefront, you tend to prefer peace when you see the glazed-over eyes of a dying soldier." Weiss looks over to the door. "Who is it?"

"It is the Frenchman. He had the look of intoxication." Robert said, looking at the door.

Jean tosses back the rest of his schnapps. Then, in one smooth movement he turns, rears back, and throws the glass at the wall opposite the door. It shatters into a bajillion pieces. He turns back and knocks on the door politely.

"I can also get him to leave." Weiss said. "He's a drunken frenchman, there isn't much that can get him to leave. And unlike what happened back in the Palace, I'm prepared this time."