Paris, France-July 22, 2309
On the 18th, President Caine had publicly criticized the other Allies for getting out of Austria so quickly. United, they were strong enough to, if not defeat, then hold off, the Germans, at least until American forces could arrive. Otto may have taken the throne, but it did not "take a genius to figure out what actually happened." Otto had violated the pact, had, with his own hands killed the ruler of another nation, had kidnapped the queen of the nation, and had gotten away with it. On the morning of the 21st, Caine had been flying to Berlin to sign for the protection of Hungary (he had not told anyone that he would be coming for this matter) when he heard of the German invasion of Hungary. He had landed in Paris, and that very day, called for a meeting of the Allied leaders the next day. As a result, the four other leaders of the Allied nations (the Islamic Caliphate was excused from this gathering) met in Paris.
The closed-door meeting, just like the last few closed door meetings between the world leaders, became very heated, very fast. Caine had spent most of the time criticizing his counterparts for their lack of effort in Austria. "We all made an agreement," he was saying, "To protect and defend Austria-Hungary. My God, how could you just completely ignore your duties. I don't understand how you could make a promise, and then just not keep it. Maybe it's just a European thing, I don't know, but in America, if we say we'll do something, then we will do it." He stopped to take a breath, and LaRoche seized the opportunity: "That's just like you Americans, always claiming you are better, always considering yourselves higher than the rest of us." She would have kept going if Caine had cut her off by yelling, "You whore, at least we do what we promise to do." Cunnighman quickly yelled, "Hey, you don't speak to her that way," but LaRoche quickly retorted by telling Cunnigham, "You do not have to protect me!" "Okay, everybody just calm down now," Boyd interjected as he stood up. "All of you, sit down. The last thing we need to do is tear at each other's throats right now. Sit down, right now." LaRoche, Caine, and Cunnigham, who had all been out of their seats, sat down. Boyd sat down again, and Fujiwara said, "Okay, let's take five minutes to cool off. Let's just relax for a few minutes."
The leaders gathered themselves and began their discussion again. It was not long before they began to yell at each other again. They were now discussing Germany, with regards of if and when they should attack. Since the mass murders of the HLF had been kept secret by the Germans (it would take weeks before news actually leaked out) and since the Germans didn't technically do anything wrongly attacking Hungary or the Czechoslavak Empire (Austria was the only country they attacked illegally), both Cunnigham and LaRoche (who, it should be noted, were at highest risk due to their proximity and rivalry with Germany) were against war. Caine, who felt it was morally wrong to let Germany go unpunished, was for war. Boyd and Fujiwara were both willing negotiate and accept either side of the debate. It was at this time that the head of security interrupted the leaders. "Excuse me, sorry to interrupt, but it seems that a few men are requesting to come in. They..." "Are you kidding me?" LaRoche interrupted. "There are five world leaders in here, and you are seriously asking if you should just let some random men walk right in. Have you forgotten what your job is?" "I'm sorry Madame, but it's just that these five men are world leaders, they..." "Wait, you're telling me that five of the world's leaders just came up to one of your men on the street?" This time it was Cunnigham who interrupted. "Yes, well... something like that," the guard replied.
He quickly explained what had happened. It turned out that the secular leaders of the Theocratic Allaince had, upon hearing of the neeting between the Allies, decided to meet up in Paris, and see if they couldn't "crash the party." They had hoped that the Allies would be in an agreeable mood. As it turned out, the entrance of the Theocratic leaders had only served to anger the Allies even more. "Have we come at a bad time?" the Irish President, Duff, asked as he came and the others walked in. "This, this is exactly what we need right now. More indecision." Caine, who had said these words, sat down and motioned for the five newest entrants to sit down too. There was a moment's silence before Spain's King Hernandez said, "Listen, my friends, we don't wish to cause more conflict. We are here to help, and we are to say that we will fully support you-finacially and with any required goods, of course." "Well, then, you should actually do something about it, and not avoid it, like a coward." It was Cunnigham who said this. "Wait," Caine interrupted, "Just one minute ago, you were the one wanting to avoid war, and now you're for it?" 'Yeah, but now I know what they're involved in this, and I'm not going to risk looking like a bigger coward than...them." "Right, and how does that even remotely make sense?" Ahmed asked. Everyone ignored the question. There was another moment of silence, this time broken by Fujiwara, "Please, everyone, let's make this work." "I'm sorry for losing my pateince again," Ahmed quickly apologized. "It's not you who should be apologizing," Boyd said. Again, there was an uneasy silence.
"Well, know that we've gotten past the akward part..." Duff said, hoping for a response from somebody. "Whether we like it or not," King Hernandez began again, "We will have to work with each other. We all know that Germany needs to be stopped. There's ten of us, there's one of them. Even if just five of us, or rather, you, are fighting, the ten of us are working together for the same goal. We have to make this work."
After these words, there was a sense of calm in the room. The Allies declared war on Germany, with the goal of removing Otto from power and liberating the nations that were conquered by Germany. They made it very clear that all of the liberated nations would have the right to decide their own fate. Also, they made it clear that Germany could not be taken over by any one nation either. The Theocrats agreed to support the Allied cause, and, if needed, would enter the war on the side of the Allies. It had been avoided for 350 years, but on the 22nd day of July in the year if 2309, World War III began.
Bucharest, German Empire- July 28, 2309
One of the "perks" of taking over other countires is that you can enjoy any luxuries left to you by the previous ruler. In Romania, the Czech kings palace proved to be Otto's favorite resting place. A grand monument, built specifically by the ex-king as his greatest creation. It was now inhabitated by the man who had given the order to kill him. Otto could relax in this new home, he had nothing to worry about. Sure, a few Romanians were still struggling against his rule, but what matter was that? They were a bunch of civillians who were trying to overthrow a great ruler-with the world's largest army (this fact was unknown to the rest of the world, as Otto had kept the size of his army, which had grown exponentially the last few months, a secret.)
There was one little thing that was slightly troubling Otto. Five days ago, the powers of the world had declared war on him. Now, granted, they hadn't attacked yet, and Otto knew very well, wouldn't attack first. They'd have to look like the "good guys." Why attack Germany, if Germany hasn't attacked you? So, the war, which started five days ago, hadn't even really started yet, it was waiting for Otto. But it wasn't going to war that troubled Otto, it was managing it. He had lost his main adviser after all. He had to find a worthy replacement, and fast.
Otto was now awaiting the arrival of the replacement, a young 18 year old named Schneider, who was a rather surprising pick. Tuvitzki was over 50, Schneider wasn't even in his twenties. But Otto had a reason for this. Tuvitzki was old, and was apprehensive about being aggressive. That was another reason why he had to be let go. Schneider was young, brash, he'd be offensive minded, and that is exactly what Otto needed.
Schenider was in one of the living rooms in his new palace, when he heard the door open behind him. "Good morning sir," Schneider said from the doorway. "Come in, come in," Otto said, as he motioned Schneider in. "Take a seat." "Thank you, sir," Schneider replied. "Can I get you anything? Some beer, German of course, these Romanians know nothing about alchol." "No thank you, sir," was the reply. "You will stay the night here, yes," Otto asked, and Schneider nodded his head yes. "Well then, perhaps you'll take a woman for the night. Unlike the beer, this is something Romanians are good at." Schneider refused again. "Are you sure, I am in no short supply," Otto said. "Of the beer or the women?" asked Schneider with a grin. "Both," Otto replied, and the two men chuckled.
"Let us waste no more time," Otto said, "You are my new adviser, let me here your suggestion." "Well, we know they won't attack until we attack them. So, I say we attack a nuetral country. We gain more lan and power, and there's still no reason for the Allies to attack us. We have the power, sir, let's go after Wilhelmia." Otto smiled, he was right in his assesment. Young Schneider proved to be just as Otto had hoped. Aggressive, willing to attack. "No," was Otto's reply, "They are far too weak. So far we have taken over Austria, the Czechoslovakian Empire, and Hungary. That's two weak nations, and an internall torn one. No, we need to send a strong message to the Allies." "Well, then, Africa," Schneider quickly responded. "Africa is a mess. You couldn't get me to touch it. We may just be better off attacking the US or the Islamic Caliphate." "Is that what you want to do sir?" Schneider tenatively asked. "You are crazy, aren't you?" Otto asked, "Those would be the last two nations I would want to attack right now." Schenider was now perplexed. "Well sir, what do you want to do. I am sorry, but I'm just at a loss." "I'll give you a hint, you left Europe too quickly."
Schneider furrowed his brow. "No Allies. No Theocrats. Not Wilhelmia, then..." He gave a look of shock at his leader. Otto nodded. "Wait, if I'm thinking, what I think you're thinking, then as your lead adviser, I'd discourage you to actually do that." Otto said nothing. Did nothing. He just stared at Schneider. "Sir, we already are at war with the Allies, are you sure, you really want to drag the Eastern Alliance into this too?" "I have a plan," was Otto's response. Schneider continued to look at Otto, who got up, went to a nearby counter, and poured himself a drink. "The plan sir?" Otto gave no reply to Schneider's question. "Then can you atleast tell me who we will attack first?" Schneider asked. Otto took a sip of his drink. "Listen," Otto replied, "You are a good young man, you will serve Germany well. But for now, let me worry about all of this. Go to your room, my servant will show you there. Rest. Soon, we attack an Eastern nation." Schneider stood up and left the room. Otto smiled, Schneider was perfect. He bagan to run through his upcoming attack on the Eastern nation again. Altough no one knew it yet, Otto had just made Gregorovitch's nightmare came true.