The LoE (Invite Only)

[North-East Ohio]

Eurasian War Room
Makarov: *He thought about this for a few moments. He realized he had no other options. He couldn't risk war with the Empire...even in a weakened state, the Empire was still a powerful force.* "Alright. I shall allow for Felicia to move to Sweden and stake a claim as the monarch. However, when Hungary and Romania fall to me...none of you will say anything about the incorporation of Hungary and Romania into the New Warsaw Pact."
Corrigan: "Understood."
Makarov: "I just can't help but fear that when they take over Sweden...they will try to recreate a Swedish Empire...Maybe a reformed Kalmar Union would stop them from doing such a thing...well..in the meantime, it was nice to have you all here today. Please, relay this message to Budapest as fast as possible. My top generals want to level Budapest and kill all of the government officials. I'm sure you wouldn't want that. Goodbye my friends."

[Britanania]

Eurasian War Room

Hamilton nodded. It was a loss, but not as great a loss. It could be possible for the House of Draculesti to make Sweden a powerful force one day, but for now they were resigned to a minor power. Perhaps one day Sweden, Hungary, and Romania would unite as well. One could hope, as he walked to out of the room after his departing words.

On his plane, he had his secretary call Felicia. He set his course for Afghanistan; he needed to see the front.

[North-East Ohio]

Eurasian War Room
Makarov: *He left the room and went back out into the rest of the war room.* "Halt the invasion. I want you all to order the forces to wait to hear the Queen's response. If she agrees, then we will simply just move into occupation mode...if she doesn't...flatten Budapest and Bucharest. Beria! Come with me."
*The man, Beria looked up. He was a younger man. He wore the uniform of a military officer. He appeared to be a higher ranking man, even if he was rather young.*
Beria: "Yes sir?"
Makarov: "I need to have a private talk with you."

[Vergenskia]

Budapest, Hungary

"Ez a királynő." Felicia says, as she picks up the phone, somewhat panicked upon seeing who it was. She pulls her son close in anticipation of the upcoming news.

[Britanania]

Eurasian Airspace

"Your Highness, we have made peace, but at a cost."

[Vergenskia]

Budapest, Hungary

Felicia sinks into her chair and starts to shake... "What is it...?"

[North-East Ohio]

Eurasian War Room
*Makarov lead Beria into a room. He closed the door behind them and sighed.*
Makarov: "I'm dying Kiril...The doctor's don't think I have much longer."
Beria: "Sir?"
Makarov: "It seems I've been diagnosed with Cancer...and sadly it's become Terminal. I need you to take my place as leader of the Communist Party."
Beria: "You want...me to do it?"
Makarov: "Yes, you are the most trustworthy person in my inner circle. I believe you would hold our ideals very well. When I die...I will leave it in my will that you will be the new leader of Eurasia."
Beria: "Why, thank you very much sir...I will not let you down."
Makarov: *He smiled.* "I know you won't."

[Britanania]

Eurasian Airspace

"The House of Draculesti will become the Monarch of Sweden, in exchange for a cessation of hostilities and a democratic government in Hungary and Romania."

[Vergenskia]

Budapest, Hungary

"Sir. I don't think you understand what these monsters will do to these people. The Magyars have been damn near legally persecuted outside mine and my Husband's rule and you are just letting them legally do that to another 21 million people. Millions will die, Hamilton. And the blood will be on your hands." Felicia says, with her blood boiling over.

[Britanania]

Eurasian Airspace

"Your Highness, if the Eurasian people commit acts of violence against your People, the host of the Empire and its allies will burn Moscow. In the meantime, rebuild in Sweden, have the Magyars emigrate there, bring the entire nation. One day, you will see a United Empire of the Nordic-Magyar-Romanians"

[Vergenskia]

Budapest, Hungary

"Once again, the Magyars will emigrate to Sweden after a hostile Communist takeover. History does repeat itself, Hamilton." She gives a large sigh. "My people have the ability to come with me, is this correct?"

[Britanania]

Eurasian Airspace

"That is correct, nothing will prevent you and your people from moving. It will an Exodus, yes, but like Moses and the Hebrews, a land of milk and honey will one day be yours."

[Vergenskia]

Budapest, Hungary.

"I will address my people. I do not want them to die. As well as my husband and sister. Tell the Federation to give us time. The people will not be happy."

[Britanania]

Eurasian Airspace

"Of course, Your Highness."

He hung up the phone, relayed a message to the EF that their occupation would begin soon after the Queen has left, and rested until his plane would land in Kabul.

[Vergenskia]

Budapest, Hungary

"My people. People of Hungary and Romania. I have grave news. Peace talks have ultimately failed for us and we have been given the opportunity to not be under the Communists, but to emigrate to my own sister's domain of Sweden. I open my arms to anyone who wishes to follow me and King Ramu. We shall rebuild. No one shall go homeless or unwelcomed. I mourn this day, greatly. But we will survive and there will be no way that the Russians succeed... for long. People, follow me. Let me be your savior and guide us through this bleak time. Anyone who wishes to follow, there will be jets leaving for multiple Swedish cities for the next week. Good luck, and godspeed. Éljen Magyarország." Queen Felicia preaches to her people before returning to the Capital Building to prepare for her departure.

[Britanania]

Kabul, Afghanistan

The Imperator's jet landed near the Imperial military based, where he was greeted by Gupta's lieutenant. He saluted Hamilton.

"Your Excellency, we were not expecting a visit from the Imperium." The two men walked to the HQ

"Well, I was in the area and decided to stop by." They reached the war room, the Generals of the 22nd, 23rd, and 230th were seated around discussing strategy. Hamilton begun.

"What is the situation, Gentleman?"

The General of the 230th stood. He was a rather large man, a skilled Mekhon commander of Middle Eastern descent.

"Our forces control the major cities, and most of the Communists there have been either executed, imprisoned, or killed in battle. A strict curfew is enforced by the National Guard with the ACU's assistance, and operations poisoning the water supplies are underway and taking effect. However, we continue to have insurgents, mainly from the North and South. It is highly believed the KGB are assisting them, but there is no evidence to fully support this claim. As things stand, we are either going to wipe out the Afghan rural population, or hope for them to give in."

[North-East Ohio]

Eurasian War Room
*Makarov and Beria watched the Queen's announcement.*
Makarov: "Marshal, you give the order."
Beria: "Men, move to occupy Budapest and Bucharest. Do not kill any civilians unless they try to attack you first."

Afghanistan
Sandler: "The world is a changing place. The Empire, once the most powerful nation in the history of the world, has fallen to Eurasia. The people in Brazil, Myanmar, South Africa, and others have risen up to show the elite that they have a voice in how the country should be governed. The 99% have shown that they have the power. A new world is about to emerge my friends. Soon, we will see a new world order. To complete this mission, we must bring about an end to the old regime. Britain, The Empire, America, France...all will burn."
Babayev: "Sir..reports are coming in, the Imperium is in Afghanistan."
Sandler: "Excellent."

[Britanania]

Kabul, Afghanistan

The Imperator thought for a spell.

"Double our efforts, then. I want Afghanistan pacified before the end of the year; is that understood?"

The Officers nodded, but they knew it would be virtually impossible. In the meantime, their attacks against the Rebel bases would continue, whilst an intense propaganda campaign was to be launched in the cities. Afghan parents also had the option of sending their children to India and the Middle East to be educated; another way to indoctrinate them further.

Hamilton, meanwhile, took a stroll around the city, especially the slums. He wanted the people to know the Imperium did not forget them. The Imperator had ambitions to become the Grand Vizier, and if he could pacify Afghanistan, it would be his

[North-East Ohio]

Kabul, Afghanistan
*As Hamilton walked around the city, he got the feeling that he was being followed. Eventually, when he was in the slums, he was knocked unconcious by an unknown assailant.*

Unknown location
*Hours later, Hamilton woke up, in a dark room. There was no lights on, however, he could make out the shape of a man, sitting in a chair.*

[Britanania]

Unknown Location

The Imperator quickly realised his situation as he attempted to move. he almost laughed at the irony of his situation.

"Beautiful. I always wanted a classic interrogation."

[North-East Ohio]

Unknown Location
???: "That's very good. Though I wouldn't consider this as an interrogation, more like a prolonged death."

[Britanania]

Unknown Location

"Even better. if the rumours are true, though, His Imperial Majesty Napoleon perfected the art of prolonged death, so this better be good."

[North-East Ohio]

Unknown Location
???: "Ah yes. I've heard of Napoleon's death's...they were quite extreme. I even had to suffer through one of his iconic tortures.Perhaps I should do the same to you. Isn't it funny how the tables turn like that?"

[Britanania]

Unknown Location

"Ironic indeed."

He sighed.

"Let's see what you got. The funny thing thing is, I half expect you to work for the Imperium."

[North-East Ohio]

Unknown Location
*The Man got up from his chair.*
???: "Oh no. I would never be a part of the Imperium...Though I guess they probably want you dead too. A bunch of corrupt crooks, they all are."
*He walked over to the light switch and switched on one light, leaving the rest of the room dark. Hamilton could now see who his executioner was.*
???: "If you don't know who I am, my name is Colonel Manuel Rojas. Colonel in the Argentinian army, President of the Revolutionary Provisional Government of Argentina, and, formerly thought to be dead."