Josepania
Establishing Nation
"I have to thank you as well, Mr. President, for turning this meeting into a success," Dr. Schmelzer said in almost perfect Spanish (only a slight German accent was heard), while heartily accepting the President's handshake. "You have averted a second Great War. Something all Gallo-Germanians will thank you for." And honour who deserves honour, he would give the Josefino President the credits. "By the way, despite the war threat, the Oktoberfest in Würzwald continued. This weekend will be the last weekend. I invite you and Minister Morales to a table in one of the Bierzelte."
Eiffellandians were no teetotalers, and they did like alcohol. But there was a social rule: No alcohol during work, except you are a bartender or a person producing alcoholic beverages. And there was also another reason why Dr. Schmelzer's aides were still sober: they preferred to keep their heads clean for the case that the meeting would end badly. And also now that war had been averted, the Eiffellandians kept their alcohol intake limited.
Dr. Schmelzer heartily accepted the cigars from the Frankish Emperor, but also there he had a problem. Thanks to intensive anti-smoking campaigns, high sin taxes, prohibitions on marketing campaigns for tobacco and the obligation to sell tobacco products in repulsively ugly packages with scary pictures and large warnings on them, less than 20% of the Eiffellandians smoked, and Dr. Schmelzer belonged to the other 80%. He began to ask himself whether the Eiffellandians' preoccupation with their health was one of the reasons why they were so impopular among the Frankish and the Tarusans.
OOC: How is our IC-variant of Spanish called?
Imperial Palace, Chagny
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El Presidente's smile, already brilliantly shining in response to the praise being heaped upon him by Dr. Schmelzer, rivaled the radiance of a Josefino sun in response to his invitation to Eiffelland's world famous Oktoberfest in Würzwald. He had been planning to go and sample in unhealthy (or by Eiffellander standards perfectly satisfactory) quantities of their beer, but now with an official government invitation, the prestige of his tourism would skyrocket and his Twatter followers would continue to exponentially grow.
"You are far too kind, Dr. Schmelzer! I was ready to go as a humble tourist anyway, but now I absolutely must accept your invitation and drink to peace with you and your people! I've no doubt Ministro Morales would be happy to accept as well!"
Unseen by Presidente Constanza, Minister Morales smiled warmly and nodded in agreement. He was far more restrained in his outlook on both showing emotion and drinking large quantities of alcohol, and would make only the most minor of showings in the latter at Würzwald, letting El Presidente hog the literal and figurative spotlight, just as both men wanted it.
Eventually, both men made it back to their aides and, with anticipation of excellent cigars and further drink (and a very happy Presidente Constanza reacquiring possession of his beloved phone, which he wasted no time Twatting on), they set to work assisting in drawing up an actual written peace treaty and plan for the upcoming referendums in Bourdignie. Their work was not over, but at least the worst was behind them, hopefully. On that last point, El Presidente couldn't help but keep an eye on the wily Tsar, wary of any further surprises and last-minute derailing of peace in Gallo-Germania.
OOC: I believe that, because Solléga is our current main Spanish player, Spanish should be referred to as Sollégan. The dialect in San José, the RL equivalent of Cuba, is Josefino.