Prague, Czechoslovak Empire - June 7, 2309
The past months passed by rather quietly. "The Allies" had renewed their pact in mid-March, saying that they would stick with each other, though they more or less told Germany that they would not tolerate any nation within the pact being attacked. A conference was held in May between Eastern, Monarchial, and Democratic leaders of Europe - though this was a mere formality and lead to nothing beneficial. From the election of the Otto the Powerful to how, nothing had happened - really at all - setting an eerily calm feeling over Europe. Today, the calmness vanished, and all hell broke loose.
There was a big football match to be held in Prague. The winner of the match would recieve the final place in the World Cup next year. the match was between the Czech team (just Czech, as the four major states still retained their national team) and the team representing the Islamic Caliphate state of Algeria. The two had played to a 1-1 draw in Algiers. and the excitement surrounding the match was very high. It was in this hubbub that a young man entered the stadium where the match was to be played. He looked sick, you could tell by his face - though the wheelchair also supported the theory. He was rolled to the special section, the very front row to watch the match.
An elderly woman sat next to the young man. "Do you like your seat?" asked the woman rather loudly in perfect German. The boy looked at her and replied in Czech "I'm terminal, not deaf," and then added "And please, don't try to speak German to me just because I'm German. I'm prefectly capable of speaking Czech." The woman smiled and nodded in understanding. The man settled himself comfortably in his wheelchair - which was part of his cover. He may have brain cancer, but that didn't mean he couldn't walk. No, in fact he would rather have spent his hours walking than sitting in a wheelchair, watching a match that was uninteresting to him. But the wheelchair, or atleast its metal, was needed. When he had passed through the metal detector it sounded off - obviously due to the chair.
Considering the importance of security, if it were anyone else, they would have been checked, just in case. But who was really going to check a crippled, terminal, 19-year-old in his last months before death. The young man heard the whistle blow, and looked down at the pitch. His stomach tightened and he began to feel sick. He was in for the longest - and last- 45 minutes of his life.
When the half-time whistle blew, Algeria led 2-0 over the Czechs. Yet the Czech crowd was still very excited. Their beloved king - a man of 40 years named Tomas Kalinsky - was going to address the nation for the first time since his recent car accident in Sofia about a month before. He walked out to the center of the pitch, surrounded by body guards, as the crowd broke out into cheers. Slowly, the young man bent down and picked up an item out of his sock; carefully, so that the old woman wouldn't see, and placed it in his lap, under the cover of his shirt. He waited as the king spoke, waiting for the right oppurtunity when - now! It was perfect. A guard had taken a step to his right, meaning the young man could act. He, in one motion, jumped out of his wheelchair, and out of the crowd, pulled out the gun, and shot in the direction of the king thrice, before he even hit the ground. He fired twice more, but there was no need. His second and third bullets had hit their mark, and the king had fallen. Laterm the King would be taken to a hospital, but it was too late. He was dead before he even hit the ground The young man turned, faced the crowd and yelled out, "Long live the German Empire!" He was immediately shot down by a barrage of bullets. The real name of the young man was never discovered, but his impact would be an everlasting one.
Fallout from the attack
The people were in shock. The Czechs, Slovaks, Bulgarains, and Romanians were without a king. There were no heirs, as the king had been an only child who had not been married. While the Czechoslovakian Empire tried to find a replacement, the rest of the world tried to figure out the the young man's last words. Speculation immediately arose that it was the work of the new German Chancellor. There was a revival in French and now British propaganda of how the German government was being run by the German Brotherhood. For two days Germany was silent. That silence was broken by Otto on the morning of June 10, 2309.
Munich, Germany- June 10, 2309
The nation was in a frenzy. One of thei own had just killed the king of another nation. War with someone was now inevitable. And if the foreign speculation was true-then they were being ruled by a murderer. The German people did not know what to do. Would they turn on their beloved ruler or would they still blindly follow him? Doubtless to say, as Otto made his way to speak in front of a crowd of nearly 70,000 in Munich, the air was filled with animosity. For the first time in his political career, Otto was not cheered when he made his way to the podium. The crowd stood in an eery silence, as they waited for him to speak.
"Three days ago, a man was murdered. A man was murdered by a man whoose dying words were, 'Long live the German Empire.' As the days have progressed, the foreign powers have accused us of planning this assasination. This claim, I assure you, is false. I ask you, what do we gain by murdering a totalitarian king, who has stripped his citizens the right to voice their opinions? What do we get by murdering the totalitarian king of a nation who has always meddled in our affairs? If we had killed him, wouldn't we be asking to have the Czechs intervene in our country yet again? This makes no sense. What do we gain by murdering the dictator of an oppressive country? To do such a thing would bring more harm than good! They would retaliate with a force far greater than our own! It is foolish for the Americans and the British, the French and the Russians, the Serbs and the Scotish to say that 'Otto has killed the king of the Czechs.' But sadly, my words will fall on deaf ears. In a matter of days, the Czechs will attack. And we will fall. Unless, of course, we were to attack first. It would give us the upper hand, a chance to save our beloved land. So, my brothers, I ask, why should we wait. Let us attack first. Let us save Germany! And let us free the Czechs and the Slovaks, the Bulgarians, and the Romanians! Let us invade the monarchial country and spread the wonders of Democracy!... Forgive me, I began to dream. I began to dream of how great Germany would be if we annexed the four states of the Czechoslovakian Empire. But I dare not do anything unless I have your backing. For, my people, you should know, that you are the true rulers of Germany, and I am but a mere puppet, willing to yield to your command. Thank you all."
The Chancellor's words had done their job. He had convinced the German people. It was true afterall, that the Czechs would attack. So maybe Otto was right. Maybe it was best to declare war, while the Czechs still looked for a king. Maybe it was best, to do what Otto said.
As a result of the Speech
Over the course of the next few days, the German people began to overwhelmingly support the war cause. And so, on the 15th of June, Germany declared war on the Czechkoslovak empire, which was still in an intergnum. The German troops attacked through the northwestern border the state of Czech shared with Germany. Within two days, the city of Prague fell. And within two weeks, the entire country fell. the troops were relentless. Motivated to spread German territory, they blew right past the opposing troops, who were leaderless, friendless, and contrary to Otto's remarks, weaker, than their adversary. The Germans wondered no longer about the young man, who had become an overnight sensation. The Czechs could not worry about him. And the other nations of the world did nothing but worry about him; and as a result, did nothing to stop Otto from taking over an entire nation. On July 2nd, 2309, Otto declared himself king of the Czechs, Slovaks, Romanians, and Bulgarians. And it was on this day that the German Empire began.