Commonwealth condemns Denmark-Iceland, declares Embargo (AH)

[Premislyd]

Romanian-Bolshevik Border

Petr fired a shot at a retreating Ukrainian, impacting him in the lower back and sending him tumbling down. He and the remaining 25 men rushed into the previously occupied trench. The trench was littered with shell casings, crunching into the dirt as the troops walked over them. The men set up the 3 remaining MG-42's, while some troops readied their panzerfausts, waiting for the counterattack. Reinforcements from the 3rd SS Panzer Division wouldn't be arriving for until the evening.

Back behind the lines, another nebelwerfer battalion (12 nebelwerfers) had began to set up, while two more panzerwerfers crept towards where the other two were. Petr knew they wouldn't hold out, but they would have to make sure to retreat when the time was needed. Several screeches were heard as the 16 nebelwerfers came to life, launching their 320mm rockets at the current Ukrainian lines.

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Writing Room, Imperial Palace, Vienna, Austria-Hungary

Emmalina Franz, personal secretary of the Queen, sat on her leather chair, writing off several letters to various regions of the Empire. She placed down the pen and looked outside the window that was near her desk. There was a slight breeze coming through, gently shuffling any pinned down papers. She placed the letter she just finished and frowned when she saw another one placed directly over it. Emmalina picked up the report from the O.K.H (Oberkommando Heers), reading the letter. She frowned when she saw the amount of casualties that Heeresgruppe A and B had taken, already more than 500 and they barely made it a kilometer inland in some places.

She got up, letter in hand, and walked down to the throne room. The walk was brief, and she knocked on the door, opening it slightly as she did so. When the okay was given, she briskly walked down the red carpet that laid in the middle, her dirty blonde hair bouncing as she walked.
"Your excellency" Emmalina said, bowing. "Letter from the O.K.H" She continued, holding out the letter. Viktoriya took the letter, and read it over, frowning at the casualty reports.
"Get me a pen and some paper, I believe it's time we communicated with the Bolsheviks" the queen said to a servant. The servant reemerged a few moments later with the materials in hand. The Queen dipped the pen in the ink and started to write, the pen gliding over the paper with each hand motion.

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Addressed to Nikolai Trotsky
From Queen Viktoriya Hajek I, Austro-Hungarian Empire
Subject: A proposition

Mr. Trotsky, I write to you with my own hand. The needless bloodshed must be stopped, we should not be fighting each other, regardless of our ideologies. With that being said, I propose a peace agreement, whether it be there in Kiev, or here in Vienna, no strings attached. In the mean time, I am ordering a cease fire, at least until the peace agreement is finished and you have returned to you own country. I recommend you do the same.

With Respect,
Viktoriya Hajek the First

[NewLakotah]

Off the Coast of Florida
The The Expeditionary force had finally embarked from their docking point at Tallahassee and were headed for the rendezvous point with the Ikce Wasicu Naval force. The three divisions (45,000 men and 300 tanks) were the spearhead for the Confederation's expedition against The Commonwealth and their allies. Follow-up units were being formed to be sent as reserves to solidify what gains the first troops may have accomplished. The Entire 2nd Air Wing (52 fighters and 23 Bombers) was also mobolizied and placed on board the carriers and accompied their move. The troops recieved orders to begin advancing towards the Holy Roman Empire, to eliminate their threat first.

[Garwall]

"Spear-head" Fortifications

The men ducked their heads as the Nebelwerfers scattered around their positions. A groan was heard, as one man lay dying from the impacting rockets. The Lieutenant slowly sank to the floor, breathing hard, as a medic examined his shoulder. Reinforcements couldn't be that far off. All they had to do is sit tight and push the Austria-Hungarian forces back, and they could declare today a victory against a surprise attack, not a disastrous defeat allowing more enemy troops to pour into Commonwealth territory. He scooted up, to look outside one of the slits in the bunker. Seven men slowly creeped to one of the holes in the wall, holding PPSh and PPD sub-machine guns. Three of them threw their guns on their backs, drawing grenades. As they reach one of the holes, they prime the grenades, tossing them into the enemy-controlled bunker, waiting for the explosion before firing off rounds into the entrance. Dozens of more troops began to approach the bunker, stacking up against the walls, while machine guns lay trained on the existing holes.

Private office of Premier Nikolai Trotsky, Kiev, Ukraine

Nikolai shook his head, looking at the document in front of him. The Queen, pressing for peace, after launching an offensive against the Commonwealth! The fury was welling up inside him, not believing his own eyes. The disrespect the world held for him and his nation is unacceptable. This was the second attack on the Commonwealth in days. He had to dispatch his enemies swiftly and righteously, and let the world know he was a man to be feared. But he could not decline a peace offering. Not after what he had said before. He sighed, and picked up a black phone on his desk, dialing a number.

"Yes, your Excellency?"

"Forward a message to the Queen saying that a cease-fire is acceptable." said Nikolai, and quickly hangs up the phone. He folds his hands, sighing. His headaches were getting worse, he thought, before reaching into his desk and grabbing a small bottle of pills.