The amount of disrespect that had just erupted onto Angelov so much he lost his calm demeanor. He was never much of a supporter of the regime, but this Prime Minister, Foreign Minister, and War Minister were so incompetent to laugh at one of the highest ranking officials at a state they were ore incompetent to Angelov then the idiots in the regime back at home. Change could happen for Bulgaria, but it needed a true uniting event. Angelov had in his pocket something to answer this, it was a risk, but what had just happened was preposterous to Angelov.
"I am not a Mr.Angelov, I am Councillor Angelov....get your terms correct you idiotic Belgian!" yelled Angelov at the three ministers, "Never in all my days have I seen such idiots in charge of a country, laughing in this situation is not something you should even think about , yet alone do." he continued, at this point the three men and the Emperor went stone cold.
Angelov stood and slammed his hands on the table, the rage was so visible on your face there was perhaps a whimper from one of the ministers. The Commissioner meanwhile was scared, and stressed it was visible in his eyes. "I am sorry Commissioner that you are in such a place, but peace is not possible with this idiotic nation," yelled Angelov as he turned and made sure the door was closed and locked, "What I am about to do is for the good of Bulgaria, Groot Belgie, and the Union. I am so sorry," muttered Angelov as he pulled out a semi-automatic pistol. He pointed it first at the War minister and fired off two shots at the chest, followed by the Foriegn Affairs minister with the same pattern, the Prime Minister was shot in the neck and chest. The Emperor was then pumped full of the remants of the magazine in the chest and other places, totally four bullets. Blood splatted all over the room, war had just started with these shots.
"Merry Christmas Commissioner, I wish you luck in the next few weeks" told Angelov as he walked out the door....diplomatic immunity had its benefits in a time like this.