Liberty or Death [IC/ALT-HIST/OPEN/1800s]

by **The V O I D** » Mon Dec 28, 2015 6:51 am

"Give me Liberty, or give me Death!"
- Patrick Henry

Tyranny, treachery, death, imprisonment. Those are the facts of our existence. The idea of democracy was a fallacy. A lie to the people to gain their support. After the Grand Revolution, the American Colonies were supposed to become a democratic set of States. Instead, we traded one tyrant for another. The first King of the United Colonies of America was George Washington. Under the rule of Washington, our nation sealed itself as independent of Great Britain. Under the rule of Washington, we became a powerful nation - a force to be reckoned with.

After his death, there was a mad rush to see who would become the next King of the United Colonies. As this rush came, we were at the mercy of the Royal Parliament of Colonies. It somehow managed to be just as tyrannical as King Washington. Eventually, we were under the rule of King Andrew Jackson. King Jackson led us into the Second War Against Britain. The Second War ended in American-Colonial victory, and thus proved the United Colonies as the new power of the world. The United Colonies of America was here to stay, as the second major world power.

District of Colombia
Capital City of the United Colonies
The United Colonies of America

King Andrew Jackson sat in his palace; the same palace that the great King Washington once sat in. Some of his advisers were nearby, as well as some of those from Parliament. The current issue presented to King Jackson was this; the British had a superior navy, even in war times. The British most certainly had a larger army, and one of equal quality. So the current issue was Canada, to the North. Not only that, but despite the non-aggression pact with Spain, he doubted they could keep to themselves, especially since America now owned Florida.

Jackson was reviewing strategies of defense and offense, and how best to do both; as well as reviewing legislation that the Royal Parliament wanted to pass concerning the British and Spanish. No talks of the French, which America had stolen from. Jackson found that rather curious. No matter, perhaps they'd be mentioned another time. Jackson looked over at the Chancellor of the Parliament, one of the more prominent members of Parliament here. Martin van Buren. A loyalist to the American Monarchy if there ever was one.

"My liege, I propose something I would like to call the Van Buren Policy. Quite simply, it is a legislative act that claims the United Colonies will protect all colonies and nations which wish to become independent from their mother countries. The reason we benefit from this is because those colonies will see a debt to us as their protectors, and perhaps will trade with us, increasing our strength and industrialization. This may allow us to compete on better terms with the British, my liege.", van Buren finished. King Jackson thought over this supposed "Van Buren Policy."

The King had made up his mind. He nodded. If the United Colonies could have more trade, this would be helpful. Already America was flourishing as an industrial power, somewhat; but he needed something to solidify that. Suddenly, the Minister of Foreign Affairs burst into the room, and seemed to be almost in a panic. The Minister stopped, kneeling before the King. Jackson raised a brow.

"I apologize, my liege. But I have received word a foreign ambassador is coming.", the Minister reported. Jackson's eyes widened, and then narrowed. He waved them all away, because now he had to think about what this Ambassador was planning. Nothing good, he could imagine. Nonetheless, he would hear what this ambassador had to say; perhaps it wouldn't be a total waste of time...

by **The Grand Republic of Hedgeland** » Mon Dec 28, 2015 5:05 pm

Belgium
Belgium
Belgium
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Netherlands
Netherlands
Netherlands

11st of January, 1830

It's late at night in Amsterdam, when Grand Emperor Pieter Van Dijk is writing a letter and enjoying a meal prepared by the court chef: a piping hot soup of pork and chicken. Pieter is happily taking spoonfuls of soup while writing his message when he hears people shuffling in the halls.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Pieter asked from the comfort of his desk. No response.

Pieter got up from his luxurious tropical wood chair and walked across the room towards the door perpendicular to his desk.

"Hello?" Pieter asked again, but the only thing he asked and got in return was silence.

He shrugged it off, "Must be my guards. Always fidgeting, they are." Pieter told himself as he proceeded back to his desk and sat back on his tropic wood chair.

He took another spoonful of his delicious soup as he got on to writing his message. His message writing was soon interrupted by more noises coming from the hall, this time added by what sounded like some people speaking in a strange tongue. Pieter harshly got up from his chair and proceeded to the door.

"Hello! Anyone there! I hope that's not one of my guards!" Pieter shouted, first in his native tongue, Dutch, and then in French. No reply.

Pieter, in frustration, walked back to his seat, teeming with anger. He placed himself back on his seat and took a spoonful of soup to calm his nerves. After a few breaths, he got back onto writing his letter.

A while seemed to pass since the disturbances down the hall, so he just assumed it really was the guards. He completely shrugged off the event and focused on his letter. Finally, he heard two people running down the hall, a messenger perhaps? He shot up from his seat and prepared his voice. A flash of seemingly two people came down the hall before running back into the room.

Two tall, dark skinned men stood before him on the fine African rug in front of the door, armed with pistols and in dark leather jackets. The one on the left said in broken Dutch,

"A-hem... is this r-room of Pie... Pieter Van Dijk?"

"Who the hell are you people? You're not my messengers!" Pieter shouted at the two men, "Guards!"

It was here that for a split second, Pieter thought to himself in the utmost urgency, "the gun next to the window, the gun!", but before he could act, the two men pointed their guns at him.

"Oh, so th-that's a, oh siapa yang peduli." Pieter immediately rushed to the gun on the wall, next to the window. Though, before he could make it, the two fired their guns. The one on the right's gun exploded in his face, killing him instantly, though the man on the left got a lucky shot on Pieter's chest. He was running towards the gun next to the window, so he was facing almost directly at the window. He careened towards to window before his bulbous body was flinged outside of the building. Now, the only thing between him and the pavement was a 20' drop. Pieter closed his eyes in sheer horror and soon...

BANG!

...

"...nnhgggg..."

"Wh..."

"Where am I..."

"Nurse, he's regaining consciousness!" Pieter heard a masculine voice from across the room.

"Am I dead?" Pieter asked towards nothing as he opened his eyes.

"Shhhh... it's okay." The nurse came over with a wet towel, wiping his sweaty forehead.

"Grand Emperor Pieter Van Dijk, are you feeling okay?" The doctor said sympathetically, standing in front of Pieter, in front of his medical bed.

"I feel terrible... what happened?" Pieter said, sickly, "I can't feel my legs."

"*Sigh*... the court interrogator wanted you to read this," the nurse remarked, handing a letter over to Pieter, "are you fine reading it?"

"Yes nurse." Pieter slowly reached for the letter and read it.

After he finished reading the letter, Pieter let out a large sigh as he relaxed back onto the bed.

"I need a lie down... *painful exhale* my entire body's killing me." Pieter said as he gave the letter back to the nurse.

"It's okay, Grand Emperor, you'll be fine. Sleeping'll do you a world of good, and we promise no assassins will try and kill you with exploding pistols here. This place's surrounded by guards." The doctor wittingly replied.

"He-he... thank you," Pieter said, "but before that..."

"Your letter? Here it is." The nurse, quickly and aptly, fetched the letter Pieter was writing before his attempted assassination, with the pen, "Who's it for, anyway?"

"The United Colonies of America, about New Netherland." Pieter answered as he was handed the pen and soon got onto writing, "Is there any way you can contact my messenger? This message won't take long to finish."

"Sure Grand Emperor." The nurse replied, quickly going outside to fetch a guard.

"Well, better get this finished." Pieter thought to himself, holding back the pain and focusing on the letter.

by **Mangjukoia** » Tue Dec 29, 2015 9:32 pm

Kyoto, Greater Japanese Empire
Seiryo-den, Imperial Palace
The Emperor Jinkiyou, or Kinhito to foreigners, sat in the Seiryo-den; the room where the Emperors performed formal duties. The Empire of Japan, where the Emperors have reigned since the birth of Jimmu; direct descendants of the Sun Goddess, Amaterasu. As of now, the Emperor, the Shogun, and the Imperial Court, had a large problem sitting across from them, across the Yellow Sea; the Chinese Empire, with their large mass and population. The Chinese held a certainly large amount of land, with an army to count, but their quality was surely not of a match to the Japanese, with a force with many guns. For now, in the case of the Chinese problem, the north and southeast was of greatest concern. To the North lies Manchuria, home of the Qing Dynasty and the Jurchens, however the northern border was defensible from the Chinese. It was the Southeast however that had the greatest concern. With the vassal of the Ayutthaya Kingdom, the Japanese could hold claims in the region, however, the Chinese could overrun the land, but the attrition from the tropical weather would wear them down. Still, with the Ayutthaya Vassal, the Japanese could call claim to the regions of Laos, Cambodia, and Burma.

"Jinkiyou Tenno, the Chinese control large swaths of land, but I do not think they have the army to control it." the Shogun said, with many of the court nodding in agreement. "With our vassal of Ayutthaya has claims to land that we can use to our advantage against the Chinese and their sphere."

"Shogun. What is it that you propose?" The Emperor responded, flanked by his imperial regalia. The Emperor so far was impressed with the Shogun's work. Since the Imperial Restoration, the Shoguns have always been appointed by the Imperial Court, usually from the Four Noble Clans, or the Imperial Clan themselves. This Shogun, as unusual as it was, was of the Imperial Clan.

"I propose that we call for Ayutthaya to retake their former territories in the Southeast. Hinder the influence of the Chinese." The Shogun answered, his composure unwavering, speaking to the Emperor with such strength. "There is another way we can hinder them. From what we know, the Imperial family of the Chinese dynasty is broken amongst themselves."

The Emperor too, nodded in agreement with this gesture of planning. "This is all very well said, but it is the implementation that will lead to either our success or demise."

"Do not worry. We will plan this to not fail." The shogun said, now exiting the room to head towards his duties.

Outside of Kyoto, Greater Empire of Japan
Outside the city, the great general Sengo Shinichi watched over the Imperial Army as they practiced volley fire from their iron palisades at straw targets. Ever since the invasions of Korea, the gun has been a very much needed weapon. Now, almost half of the army was given a rifle. From ashigaru to samurai, these men were given guns to aid them on the battlefield.

"Fire!" A man yelled, as booms and puffs of smoke filled the air. More and more of these came in large succession, almost mimicking the firing at the Battle of Nagashino. The officers that stood by him looked onward as well. These weapons in such large quantities would prove useful in the Shogun's plans.

by **Mystica** » Wed Dec 30, 2015 6:07 am

Border between Sardinia-Piedmont and Parma:
His Majesty, King Emanuel of Sardinia and Piedmont, ruler of the House Savoy, stood in front of a vast army of 10,000 troops. He prepared to give a speech to his troops to prepare them for the coming war.

"Troops of Sardinia and Piedmont, for to long the Duchy of Parma, to our East, has lied to its citizens! It tells them lies every single day, telling them that the nation of Italy cannot exist, and will not exist, that Italy as an IDEA is doomed! We here are assembled to tell them that Italy is an achievable goal! With the annexation of Parma, we take our first step towards our ultimate goal. UNIFICATION OF ITALY!"

When the King finished, cheers rose up throughout the crowd of troops, and when His Majesty stepped aside, the troops flooded into Parma with cries of "Viva Italia!" and "Italia Irredenta!" Parma was the first step towards unification of Italy, and Victor Emmanuel II intended to be the unifier.

Parma City, Duchy of Parma, one week later:
Furious fighting raged on the streets as the small Parmesan Defense Force fought against the vast 10,000 strong Sardinian Force. Building by building, block by block, street by street, the city was gradually being secured. However, it would take longer than one week to secure Parma, as the Duke refused to surrender, and Sardinia was no were close to his Palace. Only capturing the Duke and forcing him to surrender would end the war.

by **Caraani** » Wed Dec 30, 2015 6:54 am

The Gafton Palace - Outskirts of Dubrovnic

At Gafton Palace, after intense conversation throughout the week, Foreign Minister Alexandru Popa and Prime Minister Grigore, in accordance with his Imperial Majesty's wishes and those of his council of ministers, it was decided that an alliance was to be sought between the United Empire and the Kingdoms of Prussia and of Sardinia Piedmont. As such, letters were sent to the Foreign Ministers of both of these countries.

From the Foreign Minister of the United Empire, Alexandru Popa,
to the Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Prussia.

Dear Minister, I, Alexandru Popa, comprehending from our correspondence that the desires of Prussia and the desires of the United Empire align, hereby, to further improve and evolve the friendship between our two nations as well as to further our interests, propose an Alliance between the Kingdom of Prussia and the United Empire. The Alliance will follow these exact requirements:
1. The United Empire declares that any attack on Prussia will be seen as an attack on the United Empire, and will result in swift retribution against the attacking country.
2. The Kingdom of Prussia declares that any attack on Romania will be seen as an attack on the Kingdom of Prussia, and will result in swift retribution against the attacking country.
3. The United Empire and the Kingdom of Prussia will recognize and accept each other's national claims, and will work towards acquiring and maintaining the desired borders for these two nations.
4. The two countries will seek an eventual alliance with the Kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmont, seeing as their interests correspond with those that are ours.
5. Internal affairs will never be considered a problem in the talks between our brother nations, nor will they ever present an argument pro or contra our alliance.
With these five points accepted, the signatories of this treaty hereby ratify it, and declare the beginning of the Prusso-Romanian Alliance.
Breaking any of the five points will result in the effective and immediate end of this alliance.
Upon reaching and completing the fourth point of this treaty, the fourth point will be considered modified into: 4. The two countries will seek to maintain the alliance with Sardinia-Piedmont given our tied friendship, our shared interests and the constitution of an effective alliance of three european powers that could prevent the detriment of these countries and that could easily further the national agenda of each three countries in a more complete manner.

Signed, in the name of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor of the United Empire George of the House Draculesti XII of his name, Alexandru Popa Foreign Minister of the United Empire. (followed by his signature)

From the Foreign Minister of the United Empire, Alexandru Popa,
to the Foreign Minister of the Kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmont.

Dear Minister, I, Alexandru Popa, comprehending from our correspondence that the desires of Sardinia-Piedmont and the desires of the United Empire align, hereby, to further improve and evolve the friendship between our two nations as well as to further our interests, propose an Alliance between the Kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmont and the United Empire. The Alliance will follow these exact requirements:
1. The United Empire declares that any attack on Sardinia-Piedmont will be seen as an attack on the United Empire, and will result in swift retribution against the attacking country.
2. The Kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmont declares that any attack on Romania will be seen as an attack on the Kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmont, and will result in swift retribution against the attacking country.
3. The United Empire and the Kingdom of Sardinia-Piedmont will recognize and accept each other's national claims, and will work towards acquiring and maintaining the desired borders for these two nations.
4. The two countries will seek an eventual alliance with the Kingdom of Prussia, seeing as their interests correspond with those that are ours.
5. Internal affairs will never be considered a problem in the talks between our brother nations, nor will they ever present an argument pro or contra our alliance.
With these five points accepted, the signatories of this treaty hereby ratify it, and declare the beginning of the Piedmontian-Romanian Alliance.
Breaking any of the five points will result in the effective and immediate end of this alliance.
Upon reaching and completing the fourth point of this treaty, the fourth point will be considered modified into: 4. The two countries will seek to maintain the alliance with Sardinia-Piedmont given our tied friendship, our shared interests and the constitution of an effective alliance of three european powers that could prevent the detriment of these countries and that could easily further the national agenda of each three countries in a more complete manner.

Signed, in the name of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor of the United Empire George of the House Draculesti XII of his name, Alexandru Popa Foreign Minister of the United Empire. (followed by his signature)

by **Elderowa** » Wed Dec 30, 2015 10:23 am

Bagcasary, Tataria

It was a glorious morning in the capital city of the Crimean Khanate. The citizens of the fair city were busy with their normal lives; heading to Church, buying and selling things, and enjoying what was such a glorious day. In the Capital Building, the members of the Kurultai sat and discussed various policies and procedures within the Khanate. The Kurultai of Crimea was filled with many Lords of the land, from the Southern provinces of Gurcistan and Azerbeycan, to the Western Provinces of Lviv and Kiev.

Presiding over the single chamber Parliament was the Lord of the city of Kiev, Namik Savaci, one of the younger members of the Kurultai who is good at administration and organization. Sitting behind him on the Royal throne was the current Khan of the Khanate, Jusuph Ermekitt, the 31st Khan of the Crimean Khanate, and the 31st Khan from the Ermekitt dynasty. Young, spry and energetic, he does everything with a sense of passion and optimism that even his enemies find admirable.

Currently, the Kurultai was discussing their image issue. Although they had a great army (one that intimidated Napoleon too much to attack), they had no Prestige because they tended to focus on themselves and not their neighbors. They were so isolationist that the Khanate hadn't fought a war since the 1600's. This lack of Prestige was hurting their influence in Europe, as well as keeping them from modernizing along Western European standards. The Kurultai, as well as Khan Jusuph, knew they had to improve their image before reforming their society. In order to gain prestige, the nation decided Alliances with more powerful states would be necessary. The most obvious candidate to pick was Austria, who's dynasty used to rule over the Holy Roman Empire. With Khan Jusuph's blessing, the members of the Kurultai almost unanimously voted to ally with the Austrians.

by **Caraani** » Wed Dec 30, 2015 11:09 am

Treberca - near the Romanian-Austrian Border, Carintia Region, Western Illyria

General Dimitrie Petrescu

-9:30 morning of 17 September 1830-
Around Greenhill Compound spirits were shaken again, spirits which weren't in this place in the first place. Soldiers arrived at the old military compound a few months ago, and started installing themselves. At first there were 25.000 men, cavalry, artillery and infantry, all of them. Then, in August the number increased at around 50.000 only to peak at 75.000 at the beginning of this month. However, no one could have foreseen a general arriving at Greenhill, at least not in the last 15 years, since the compound has seen quite a lot of activity back in the day of Napoleon. General Dimitrie Petrescu, it seems, arrived here two days ago, and would start preparing in the next days the 5th Imperial Army for combat. The purpose of such actions is unknown, however, the Blackchurch, Archangel Gabriel and Whitepeak Compounds have all seen soldiers concentrate inside of them, peaking at what is estimated to be almost 400.000 men. All compounds are near the border with Austria, and word is around the upper echelon of political society that the Empire is ready to take on Austria. Word is that the Empire is even seeking new alliances, after almost 10 years of political isolationism pursued by the last emperor. The new emperor George, albeit not that young, is seen as too ambitious by the old regime of his father; the George loyalists however declare that only by ambition did the empire manage to regain romanian lands and become the empire it is today. Altogether, the Emperor and his entourage, backed by the council of minister, will most likely try to advance a pro-war cause, which is expected to not stand parliament. War with Austria presents a very dangerous prospect for the aristocrats, who control parliament, for it may mean the reduction of their properties or even the destruction of their titles if the United Empire will lose. What may persuade parliament to go to war can hardly be guessed, but it is expected of the Prime Minister to try and charm it with his planned adressed that will take place on the 20th of September. War, at least for General Petrescu, could mean the biggest gamble in his life, since he is the highest ranking man throughout the compounds, and so he will most likely be the Supreme Commander of Romanian forces in case of war with Austria. Likewise, his security is held in very high regard, and so SIRS agents seem to be everywhere the General goes, will go or went.

by **Greater Liverpool** » Wed Dec 30, 2015 1:44 pm

Rio De Janerio, 12th January 1830

The General estate of 1830

"Men of the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th estate I welcome you to the General Estate of 1830, under the glory of God and glorious Imperador." Shouted Lucas Milteago, leader of the General assembly shouting from his position before the throne of the Imperador. Lucas then moves away moving to the right hand of the throne. It was at this moment where Imperador Leonardo I appeared from behind a green curtain bearing the Imperial seal of Brazil on it. Leonardo walked graciously over to the throne but not sitting on it just yet. He turned to face the Estate and said loudly "As Imperador of the Grand Empire of Brazil, I declare that under the my rule of 1830 I say that the General Estate of 1830 is now officially open." The whole of Estate got up and began to clap and cheer. Leonardo then looked over to Lucas Milteago and signaled him to start what was on the agenda. "Gentlemen of the General Estate as our first order of business of 1830 I would like to bring the attention of the Brazilian lands that are under the occupation of the Belgium Emperor. This man believes that he can rightfully own people of the Brazilian nation and suppress the Brazilian people of the North west. I propose that we under the adviser of the Imperador that we issue the Belgium Emperor a for he to give back the occupied land. Or the might of the Brazilian army to take the land by force. Gentlemen I give this proposal to the floor of the Estate to discuss." Augusto Fedrista leader of the 3rd Estate or the bourgeoisie Estate stud up from his chair and spoke

"Men as leader of the bourgeoisie Estate and an average man of this great nation do say that my fellow brothers and sisters in the North Western occupied provinces need to be brought under one Brazilian government. I believe that all Brazilians should and will be brought under one nation, one flag, one Imperador. I support this motion and say that anyone that wishes our rightful lands to remain in Belgium control is a traitor to the whole of the Brazil." The different estates roared in support of the motion as Augusto Fedrista sat down back into his chair. As he did so a old grey man stud up from 1st Estate ,the Nobility of Brazil, pushing himself on a walking stick to bring him up to the crowd. "Estates we can not put men's life's at risk for the sake of some land, our army is powerful but so is Belgium's, we can not go to war that we will be winning automatically. Which is why we must think about this carefully and think our plan through on transferring the Brazilian lands of the Northwest to their rightfully owns. Maybe even working along side the Belgium-Netherlandic government in the take over."

"Our army would smash any European army that dared to land it's self on our soil. Our army is the same army that did defeat Napoleon's army in Portugal and Northern Italy. Do the Belgium-Netherlandic Government believe that they could send their army half way around the world and defeat one like ours in our home soil. They would count themselves lucky to even get off the Brazilian coast and into to mainland Brazil. We must give them our ultimatum and show the World the power that is the Brazilian Empire." Said Augusto Fedrista still sitting in his chair. Imperador Leonardo stud up quickly from his chair pushing himself forward; the room fell quite.

"I do believe that the Belgium-Netherlandic Government would not waste so much time, effort and most importantly their their soldiers on a war half the world away against a force that without a doubt will be ready for them to attack. It would cost them too much. But if I do believer we must try peace first." He turns to Lucas Milteago and says "Get me a letter I wish to write to the Kings of the UK and Prussia." Leonardo then turns to the rest of the General estate and continues "This why I believe that we must establish ourselves in Europe with cementing Alliances with some European powers. As Lucas is indisposed at the moment, I call upon the Estate leaders to collect their votes from their respected Estates and wait for the call back to session." Leonardo ordered. He once again turned to Lucas and walked over to him putting his hand on his shoulder with a tight grip. "Come Lucas we must get to work."

30 Minutes later

"All Raise for the Imperador!" A guard shouted to the General estate. As Imperador Leonardo appeared from behind the green curtain again accompanied by Lucas who followed closely behind him. "Do the estates have their Votes?" Lucas asked, the room fell silent as to show that they where ready to vote on the notion. "Leader of the 1st Estate. Stand before the Imperador." Lucas ordered A gentleman dressed in Noble clothes stud before the Emperor kissed his hand and walked over to a piece of parchment and wrote down that the 1st estate had vote yes on the motion. The Gentleman walked down again and sat down. "Leader of the 2nd estate. Stand before the Imperador" Once again a gentleman headed to Leonardo voting yes again for his estate. "Leader of the 3rd estate. Stand before the Imperador." Augusto Fedrista stud up and eagerly made his way to Imperador showing how proud his was of getting this bill. After him the 4th estate did the same. The parchment was then brought over to the Imperador who signed it on behalf of his Imperial estate. After finishing it he looked up the ceiling and said "I hope this is right.Gentlemen next order of business"

by **Caraani** » Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:20 pm

From the Foreign Minister of the United Empire, Alexandru Popa,
to the Foreign Minister of the Empire of Brazil.

Dear Minister, I, Alexandru Popa, upon observing the situation that has been created in South America by the invasive and intrusive dutch, hereby extend the aid of the Imperial Navy of the United Empire and the use of romanian ports by the Brazilians. Should you agree, and after you retake your occupied lands in Brazil, we would be more then happy to wait for your navy carrying an army and some diplomats in the port of Tunis, from where after supplying your navy and your men we would be ready to start a swift campaign to do away once and for all with this international crisis that has been created by the Dutch. In exchange, we simply desire to be part of the final peace treaty, due to our extremely sure knowledge that some territories of the dutch should be under the rightful and benevolent governance of Romania.

Signed, in the name of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor of the United Empire George of the House Draculesti XII of his name, Alexandru Popa Foreign Minister of the United Empire. (followed by his signature)

by **Narintia** » Wed Dec 30, 2015 2:36 pm

Berlin, Prussia.

Fredrick William sat, deep in thought. Nothing had happened in the past 6 months, He signed the economical report yesterday, and no adviso-

''Sire! Sire!'' an envoy said.''A message from Rumania!'' ''They offer us a alliance.'' ''Very well.'' Fredrick said. Has Wilhelm answered it? ''Yes, He made the final draft.'' 'Good. I will read it and sign it.''

by **Mystica** » Thu Dec 31, 2015 9:18 am

To the Foreign Minister of Rumania.
From His Majesty, Victor Emmanuel II of Sardinia and Piedmont
Sardinia-Piedmont accepts these terms, and also agrees to seek an alliance with Prussia, on the same terms. We also would like to open Sardinian ports to the Rumanian Navy, if Rumania would do the same for us. I will also ask this of Prussia.

To the Government of the Kingdom of Prussia.
From His Majesty, King Victor Emmanuel II of Sardinia and Piedmont.
Sardinia-Piedmont wishes to extend to you an alliance on the same terms as the one extended by Rumania to you, and also extends an offer that may interest you. We will open our ports to Prussian ships, giving you bases in the Mediterranean, if you will do the same for us.

by **Greater Liverpool** » Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:06 pm

Rio De Janerio, Imperial Barracks

A young man could be seen riding quickly from the port of Rio de Janerio making haste towards the Imperial Barracks, where Imperador Leonardo was staying with his troops. One of the guards in one of the many towers of the building shouted out to the men at the gates to "Open the gate." The barracks itself was a work of art, being made out of marble and white stone. The stones surrounding the gate house where craved out to show the great battle of Milan where the Brazilian army forced Napoleon out of Italy. On the inside of the Imperial Barracks their was a large training ground that was covered in a green layer of grass where there was the Imperador himself looking out upon his selected guard, the 1st Imperial Brazilian Guard. Leonardo was watching his men preforming formations and doing some practice firing. Some of the new recruits where getting to grips with their new life as they were issued a musket and then told to run around the barracks before forming up and shooting at some targets. Overall the Imperador was impressed with his unit standing before the steps of the Officers part of the barracks looking out across the field. When he heard that a rider was coming he did not mind he thought that its was probably some political nonsense that was being sent to the General of the 4th Imperial Army. When the rider burst through the gate dust trailing him he ran across the whole of the barracks field and headed straight for Leonardo. He started to slow down as he made his way closer to Leonardo going from a sprint to a light trot before coming to a complete halt. The horse rider was part of the Imperial post officer and as such was in a blue and bark green uniform. He saluted Leonardo who then returned the salute. "Your Imperial grace, I have a message for you bearing the seal of the United Empire of Rumania." The post officer said as he handed a letter over to the imperador who with out a second breath snatched the letter from his hand and signaled the post officer to go away. He looked on the back of the letter to see the official seal. In his mind he was thinking that maybe the Rumanians had sent this letter in support of the Belgium's claim to the Northwest of Brazil. He broke the seal and pulled the letter out of the envelop. Giving it a quick read,he placed the letter back in the envelope and waved to bring the major in charge over. "You will take the rest of the raining today, Major. I have something to attend to." Leonardo told Major Jano Pualous

"Yes your Imperial Grace. I will lead the regimental training for the rest of the day" The major replied happily. The Imperador then left heading into the officers section of the barracks. He walked down the golden halls of the section seeing the different painting of the Napoleonic wars and the Spanish-Portuguese war. He came to a door that was labeled Victor Fabiono under that name the writing Marshal of the Imperial Armed forces. Leonardo burst through the door throwing the letter to victor who was sitting at his desk doing some admin for the ins and outs of the armed forces. "The Rumanians are wanting to send their help to us against Belgium if we do attempt to retake the Brazilian Northwest." Leonardo said as he sat down in front of the Marshal who took the letter quickly read it mumbling some of the words out while reading it. Viktor was an old, grey man having medals showing his victories against Napoleon across his dark green jacket his old and tired face then looked back up at Leonardo "Well it looks like you got what you wanted a foothold in Europe as to strangle the Belgium-Ntherlandic union at their home. What is the problem then?" Victor asked with his deep voice

"The problem is that of why it must be Rumania. I mean my father is Saint in the Bulgarian orthodox church because of his support of the Bulgarians both back in their homeland and here. I mean it was my father who wished for Bulgarians to be equal to Brazilians... I feel that if I do accept their support I will be going against the Bulgarians who do hate the United empire." Leonardo replied falling back into the chair.

"Well you grace, you now have a problem do you attempt to take Belgium with put Rumanian support and earn the respect of the Bulgarians or do you take the Brazilian Northwest with the help of the Rumanians. This is what it is like being Imperador I would have thought that you knew that." Leonardo puzzled for a second looking out at the windows seeing the Brazilian sun and his troops. He thought quietly.

"I think I might just have a idea on how we can get the best of both worlds. Marshal Fabiono. Tell the men to get ready for war and to get ready to move out on ship."Leonardo ordered as he quickly got up and walked out the building. Towards the Imperial palace 3 miles away

by **The Grand Republic of Hedgeland** » Fri Jan 01, 2016 8:53 am

by **Caraani** » Fri Jan 01, 2016 10:25 am

From the Foreign Minister of the United Empire, Alexandru Popa,
to the Foreign Minister of the Empire of Brazil.

Dear Minister,
after receiving the letter of your emperor, his Imperial Majesty handed me the letter, and, upon reading it, after some discussion with the rest of the council of ministers and his Imperial Majesty himself, the United Empire has decided that it will help Brazil as it already promised, in the same ways it already promised, and, furthermore, Brazil will lead the negotiations. In exchange, the United Empire desires the confirmation of the Brazilian Empire that, after we win the war, at the negotiation table, Romania will be given a colony of our choice, that is obviously not the territory Brazil desires, nor for that matter any territory in America. This colony is of utmost importance to us, and, if Brazil cannot confirm that they will strive to also get us our colony, our alliance against the dutch will be postponed indefinitely.

Signed, in the name of his Imperial Majesty, Emperor of the United Empire George of the House Draculesti XII of his name, Alexandru Popa Foreign Minister of the United Empire. (followed by his signature)

by **Plzen** » Fri Jan 01, 2016 6:12 pm

Sundsvall, Sweden, Scandinavia

The new railways were being opened, after a long and arduous wait. With lackluster investments from the nation's wealthy, the Scandinavian government was forced to sink plenty of state funds into the new rail from Sundsvall to Storuman. The first carts, carrying coal to the northern cities, were being launched from Sundsvall with ceremonial flourish.

There were many questions, both from the public and from the engineers that worked on the project. One of the most asked was: why Sundsvall-Storuman? The line connected nowhere important, running from one small northern village to the next. His Majesty the King personally chose the route, and many thought he was insane. The railway was not cheap in the slightest, running around and across many a hill, while many big cities to the southern flatland still needed connecting.

But he had his thoughts.

Iron.

Unlock the potential of the great iron reserves to Sweden's north, and Scandinavia's industrialization could finally begin.

by **Caraani** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 3:11 am

Industry in Romania

Industrial Development in the empire begun in the second half of the 1820s, when rich aristocrats that were sent to western europe to modernize Romania brought the idea of railroads. This happened in 1823, however construction of said railroads begun only in 1825, after months and years of planning. Between 1825 and 1827, main railroad lines around Proper Romania were built, as well as a railroad connecting Dubrovnic to Bucharest. These Railroad Lines connected all of Proper Romania, from Constanta to Cluj, from Timisoara to Chisinau and Odesa. Meanwhile, coal mines around the country, but mostly in the Wallachian Basin, were discovered, and there were swiftly built railroads to connect said coal mines, since those same aristocrats observed that the railroads were built to extract coal, which in turn was used to power the trains. As such, at first most building materials and techniques were imported from Britain, with money from the reparations paid by France. When the railroads were finished and the coal mines were producing coal, by coincidence the most activity happened in Wallachia. As such, this region was called first by the peasants and workers working and living there, and then by the rest of the empire, The Wallachian Industrial Plains, or Industry Plains. However, this happened only in Romania Proper, and so at the beginning of the 1830s, Romania now begins to look outside of P.R., and around the empire, as more mines, both of iron and of coal, were discovered. Railroad plans to connect the entire empire were now planned, and between 1831 and 1833 these railroads will be built. These lines are: Maribor-Bucharest, passing through all of Illyria; Bucharest-Athens, passing through Moesia (bulgaria) and through eastern Aromania, aswell as through Greece; Trieste-Dubrovnic-Dirachia(albania). This line will connect the entire South-Western Litoral. Finally, upon taking back Prague and Constantinople, there will be built the Bucharest-Prague Line, passing through transylvania, Pannonia and Bohemia, and Dubrovnic-Constantinople, passing through Northern Aromania, Southern Eastern Illyria, and through Southern Moesia, all the way to Thrace. Mines around the empire will be connected to the Wallachian Industry Plains.
The mines around the Empire were:
1 - In Serifos, in the Cyclades, in Greece. Connected to the Wallachian Industry Plains by ships and then by the railroad Constanta-Tulcea-Bucharest
2 - Predora, Bosnia, Illyria. Connected to Sarajevo by railroad, which then is part of the Maribor-Bucharest Line.
3 - Drama, Aromania. Connected by the Athens-Bucharest Line.
4 - Megalopoli, Greece. Connected to Athens, which then leads into the Athens-Bucharest Line.
5 - Florina, Aromania. Connected to Tesalia, which is part of the Athens-Bucharest Line.
6 - Castelu, Servia. Connected to Belgrade, which is part of the Maribor-Bucharest Line.
7 - Colubara, Servia. Connected to Belgrade, which is part of the Maribor-Bucharest Line.

Within the Empire, most of the coal mines were already connected to the plains by the early industrial effort present in Main Romania, during the second half of the 1820s. There were 15 coal mines in Romania Proper, 7 of which were inside or around the Industrial Plains of Wallachia.

Predor - one of the places that will be connected to the future Maribor-Bucharest Line; there is a giant Iron Mine near the City.

by **Ficiscia** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 12:33 pm

Kremlin of Moscow, Russia

Nikolai I. never liked those meetings. It was always the same. People would shout at each other and almost jump their throats in front of him, knowing that they had no power anyway. It was all Nikolai's decision. Nevertheless, some men wanted to talk about the nation's industry, military and whatever else. He knew what had to be done. The Khanate was endangering his glorious nation in the South, but enough had failed conquering it. Alexander might have done it if that damn French Emperor hadn't decided to solve his inferiority complex in Mother Russia. Maybe he should divert his attention to Scandinavia, trying to get his hands on the Baltic? After all, Alexandra Fyodorovna mentioned something about her brother and Scandinavia... now was not the time to decide though. Now he had to enter the room in front of him and sit through the boring meeting going on.

"I say we modernize! We have ressources to do so, we have the knowledge and we need to do it or we will face a bitter destiny!", a fat man with a huge moustache shouted, spraying saliva, and probably vodka as well, all over the table as always when he talked. Ivan Mikhailovitch Petrov was not an easy man to deal with, but that didn't change the fact that he owned most of the few factories Russia had and provided the army with their weapons. "Never! What I can't solve with steel, I can't solve with lead. You, Ivan Mikhailovitch, are only looking to drag money out of our pockets into your factories and your wallet!", the old and impressively tall war minister Alexander Petrovitch Kozin shouted back. The two were at it again, Nikolai thought as he sat down. "Silence, you two fools", the Emperor sighed. "This is about the future of our nation and not about your personal feud. Alexander Petrovitch, you know the situation of our nation. Can we take on our enemies in this state?" "We can take on everyone, Sir! The Russian Army is strong and mighty fighting for our glory, but we need no stupid wasteful weapons when a good bayonet stab kills every man it hits!" Nikolai sighed again. It was the way he had learned it. The Emperor thought about the battles he fought against the French, then looked at his map.

"Men, we need to get an access to the Baltic Sea. It's the only way we have to become an accepted power in Europe and get the glory that Russia earns. Also, the legacy of Peter the Great in Swedish hands... it is a terrible thought. Alexander Petrovitch, get me an army and a general. It is time to show the world the greatness of Russia again!", Nikolai said laying the map on the table. "Whether we modernize our industry or not can be solved afterwards. If we do it now, we have an industry but nothing to do with it. They have cut us from the sea but they will not hold us away forever. Boris Sergeyevitch, send a letter to the Prussian King. I'm pretty sure he might be on our side. I want no war, but we need this sea access! Get an army ready and bring them to Novgorod, and make sure the fleet we have in the North is prepared as well!". Nikolai walked out as the pointless discussions began again. Shortly afterwards, Boris Sergeyevitch Mikhonov followed, setting up a letter.

From: Boris Sergeyevitch Mikhonov, Foreign Affairs Minister of the Russian Empire, in the name of His Majesty Emperor Nikolai I.
To: The King of Prussia

Your Majesty, I believe you have heard about the plans of our Emperor to win back our Russian lands on the Baltics. Our beloved Empress, your sister Alexandra Fyodorovna, claims that you have tensions with Scandinavia as well. Maybe we should carry out our plans together? We want to win back the legacy of Peter the Great, achieving old Russian greatness side by side with our Prussian brethren. Let our nations become great again! Let us not be terrorized by the Scandinavians taking our lands anymore! We can achieve great things together.

by **Caraani** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 12:54 pm

In Berlin, at the residence of the Prussian Foreign Minister, a man in a blue-grey coat was walking around the building, stalking away at anything he can see or hear. The blue-grey coat was a clear give-away. He was with Romania. As he was going about other people's business, he saw another man come in the hallway. It was his duty as an agent of the SIRS (Serviciul Imperial Roman Secret; The Imperial Romanian Secret Service) to know the ins and outs of any Foreign Ministry Bureau or Embassy in Europe. Officially, he was a cleric of the Romanian Embassy, at the Residence of the Foreign Minister to check in on some files. Today. Last time he was here because he heard a friend of his would visit. In truth, he simply comes when other spies tell him there might be some new entries at the residence. And so he was there, eager, yet again, to do his duty, not for some stupid value like honor, or out of patriotism or to serve the Empire or the Emperor; he does it because it pays well, because it's the only way he knows how to make a living.
In the hallway, he saw this man, wearing a dark green jacket come by. He knew what the gig was, and so he bumped into him, making the man drop his files on the floor. He saw it already, the seal. ''Oh ex-excuse me si-sir. I-I am s-so c-c-clumsy.'' The tall, skinny man said, shaking a bit. ''O-oh, y-you bring it f-from Ru-russia? I h-hear a l-lot about t-the Empress l-lately. H-how is s-s-he? I-is th-this letter f-from her?''

by **Mangjukoia** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 2:41 pm

Osaka, Greater Japanese Empire
Bay of Osaka, Diplomatic Ships
On the request of the Emperor Jinkiyou, and the orders of the Shogun and the Imperial Court, a messenger and ambassador would be leaving the country soon. Although domestic policies did not allow the regular populace to leave, exemptions were made to diplomats, soldiers leaving for war, and renowned merchants. In this case, it happened to be the diplomats and soldiers. By orders of the Imperial government, two ships were departing. An Atakebune, carrying many troops, along with a diplomatic messenger, and one of the two domestically built galleons, heading for the Americas, using the same route as Hasekura Tsunenaga.

As Japanese soldiers loaded up on the Atakebune, some of the residents at the port city were startled, not knowing if they were going to war. They were infact going off to a war, but not to fight it, necessarily. By orders carried by the messenger to the Japanese diplomat in the region, the Thai were to initiate a war of conquest against their former territories of Cambodia and Burma. The Japanese soldiers being sent were to act as a second-line, so that they were not to lose their Thai vassal.

The galleon on the other hand was being loaded up with gifts and diplomatic parties. Setting off for the Americas, in hopes of building relations with the new government that stands.

by **Greater Liverpool** » Sat Jan 02, 2016 9:21 pm

Imperial Palace, Rio De Janerio

The Last day of the General estate of 1830

"We have resources in order to create one of the strongest economies in the whole of the world. All we need to do is reform our system and rid of traditional methods of industry. As a man who owns a number of factories I can say that if we do not act and bring our nation to the age of steam and modern industry we will be left behind. Our nation is great but in order for it to become the greatest power in the world we must improve our industry. I call upon all members from each of the states to agree with me when we are saying that we must reform the systems. I propose that we get rid of the Government's Lazzie Fair policy and make the state invest in industry of this nation. Provide benefits to those who wish to start up new factories and to the workers in those factories. I can expect that many people in the 4th estate will be angry right now but if you truly want to better yourselves and become part of better estate then they will follow in with these reforms and work in the new Brazilian factories. I would like the Imperador to vote that my reforms be put in place so that his nation, given to him by god himself will better itself along with its people to make Brazil the greatest nation in the world." Shouted Guilherme Phlipos from his seat in the 2nd estate shaking his hand at the rest of the General Estate. "I think this is outrages that this men from the 2nd estate tell me how to live my life. I will think you will find Mr Phlipos that we men from the 4th estate work as hard as any man here it is us that provide you with the means so that you can sit in the 2nd estate and not here in the 4th estate." Shouted a scruffy gentlemen from the 4th estate speaking with a heavy Northern accent.

"Sir, you will find that Mr Philpos has a point. One can better himself with work, I did. Do you think that I got to this estate with money that I just got. No. I got the money and to the class I want through hard work and yo can do the same. If you work for it." Igor Bulruskiv said quite angrily back at the scruffy man. After he did so he compassed himself pulled his jacket and waistcoat down and sat down. The Imperador slumbering in his chair, his right holding his face just below his face listening to the different debates. "Mr Philpos, I do think that you do have a plan of action after these reforms are put in place. I would like to see that these Reforms are working as soon as. Do you have a plan?" The Imperador asked pointing with his hand to Guilherme who now had a surprised look on his face.

"Yes. Of course your imperial Grace. I errrr.... I will be able to discuss with you the plans for the post reform actions. I will say that this plan will make it so that in 10 years we will be able to increase our industrial productivity by over 250% your imperial Grace and by the end of the century I expect that under these reforms we will become the largest industrial produce in the world." Guilherme spoke quite happily smiling to the Imperador.

"If you do not present you ideas by 2 weeks, I and my advisers will be taking the reforms over and will be using our plan to increase our industry. Make sure that you know what you are doing Guilherme I don't expect that Brazil to become the laughing stock of the World." A boy in quite posh wear approached the Imperial throne slowly clutching a envelope with a broken United Empire seal. The boy got on his knee and handed the envelope to the Imperador. He opened the envelope and looked at the letter he didn't see that it was a united empire letter before but now reading he saw that it was. " Gentlemen do not worry. It is not the Belgiums to say that they are giving back our land to us. It is the United empire. Lucas. Take the assembly this is important." Lucas walked so he was in front of the Imperial Throne. The Imperador quickly thrown himself up from his throne and walked down into the Private room of the Imperador.

40 minutes later...

A elderly man in his dark green military uniform was waiting outside the room of the Imperador. His hat tucked in by his chest in between his arm and chest. His sword hanged above the knee. He looked around and seeing in the distance and hearing the debates of the General estate he could make out that people where still talking about the reforms on industry. The Imperador peered out through the door way now in his regimental uniform. "Arrrr Commandante Benítez. Come in." Leonardo told Benítez leaving the door in as the Commandante followed the Imperador. "I am a busy man, Commandante and with Belgium's lack of response to my requests after today me and my regiment and some other divisions are moving up North. Now you are someone I can trust and someone who knows diplomacy I mean you were there during our independence and also at meeting table with the rest of the Fourth coalition when we were up against Napoleon. Well to put it bluntly, I need someone to go to the United Empire and discuss with them a potential alliance between our two nations and I need it done as soon as. We can get the united empire on our side the war with Belgium will go very smoothly. As a military man yourself I know that you will get the best deal for us and work out a plan with the Rumanains. So there is a boat leaving for Croatia tomorrow I need you to be on it. The Rumanians will be notified of your arrival" Leonardo commanded

"Absolutely Sir, I will happily do my duty for the Empire" Benítez acknowledged.

"Good short to the point. The boat leaves tomorrow at 12." Leonardo affirmed. Commandante Benítez saluted the Imperador and walked out of the room. "Also Commandante the fast you are in Rumania the quicker you will be home for when we win the war and finally all our lands will be free." Leonardo added as Benítez headed out of the private room of the Imperador. "I guess I should be getting back to the General estate" Leonardo remarked to himself. He soon made his way back to the General assembly

"Your Imperial Grace." A civil servant butted in as Leonardo was making his way to the General estate. "The bill that was debated before for the reforms that were presented by Mr Philpos. We need your decision on what the Imperial Estate is voting for." Leonardo grabbed the parchment used to cast the votes of the Estates. He hands it to back to the civil servant who rushes back into the Estate hall. Leonardo following behind but much slower making his way to the throne with the grace his has being the Imperador. He proceeds to sit down placing his sword down by the throne. "Men of the General Estate it is with great pleasure that I announce that the Reforms that Statesman Phlipos has put forward has been accepted and as such will be put into effect." Lucas Milteago proclaimed to the whole of the General Estate Phlipos showing a small smile as other members of his estate congratulated him. "If there is no other marks to be made before the General estate I de...."

"I have one last thing I wish to discuss. Members of the General Estate" Augusto Fedrista interrupted as he jumped up from his chair.

"Mister Fedrista, what is it that you would like to discuss with the rest of the General Estate?" Lucas inquired

"Gentleman, as a honest and just man. I call up on the Imperador and the General Estate as well to do the right thing. I call for the dissolving of the General estate and to replace it with a Equal represented Parliament. For those of you who do not know what that is. It is a system where a person with a vote is not discriminated against class. What I call for is for the estate system to removed and instead every person allowed to vote will get a vote of a person of their choosing in their area and not of their class." Augusto Fedrista explained

"How dare you say something like that Augusto. I can see it right now. You mean to remove the Imperador and the remaining Estate and to make yourself leader of Brazil. I can tell you are!" A men from the 1st Estate
accused

"No. I do not mean to get rid of the Imperador no do intend for everyone of you from the Upper estates to be banished from these lands. What I call for is fairness,equality and liberty is that not what this nation was founded from. Liberty from the Portuguese kings. Freedom from a absolute monarchy and a European power. We are Brazilians. We defend the Liberates of ourselves and also those who are not Brazilian. Our Bulgarian counterparts are proud to live in a Brazilian land. Free from oppression. This reform is about freedom from oppression.That is what this is about: Brazil, Equality and Liberty." The men of the 4th and 3rd class began to clap and cheer as Augusto finished his speech.

"Well I can say this and I don't need some secret ballot to hide me but the first and second estates will not support this reform" proclaimed Pedro Ibáñez leader of the 1st estate. A loud rumble to could be heard in support from the 1st and 2nd estates in support.

"The 3rd and 4th estates will you join me" Augsto proclaimed with his mighty roar as men from the 3rd and 4th estates rallied up shouting "ayy" in a loud roar. Soon the who of the estate was just a loud noise as all of the estates where shouting at each other for what ever reason, as Imperador Leonardo sat quietly in his chair waiting until he signaled a guard to shoot into the air. A loud click and bang brought the whole room to a silence. "I do believe that the Imperador still has cast his vote from the Imperial estate." Leonardo announced. The whole room sat in quite waiting for Leonardo to cast his vote. "As leader of the Imperial Estate and ruler of the Grand Empire of Brazil I say that in this vote I... Abstain." The room was left in shock never has the Imperador abstained from a vote ever in the history of the general estate. "Augusto I know that you are all about being fair and everyone having freedom but I can not have the reforming of Government going on while I am at war. Gentlemen tomorrow I will be heading out to the Northwestern area to support my Regiment and to lead the 4 exército Imperial into battle if a message is not received by the Belgium government on giving back our territories. Until we have gained our territories back we will not discuss anything about reforming the General estate. I am sorry" The room fell quite now they knew that war was becoming something unavoidable and so they readied themselves. "If that is all I declare the end of the General estate of 1830"