"They're not very nice, no. Bretonia is another house like Liberty and Rheinland, and they're friends with Liberty. Poor Bretonia is getting the worst of the attacks from Gallia, and we're helping as much as we can."
He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he tried not to think of the war that would be coming to Liberty before long. Blissfully, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the oven buzzing. Their pizza was ready.