Capto Iugulum

To the Workers Commonwealth of Scandinavia
From the Office for Proletarist Liasons of the Franco-Burgundian Confederation


Workers of Scandinavia, the proletariat's victory must be precise and understood in clear terms, indeed truly along the very precise and scientific logic that the fathers of Proletarism expressed themselves in their writings: we call on the Proletariat to clarify its stance, and make perfectly clear in plain terms precisely what sort of election you are intending to organise, precisely how the Revolution would proceed in the event of each particular eventuality, and precisely under what circumstances and on what basis you would compromise with your monarchy. This should all be enshrined in a clearly expressed Treaty. There must be provision for parties that wish to delay the Revolution or prevent it; for only by discrediting opposition parties in such a fashion, only by demonstrating beyond doubt that in truth they do not have the support of the people, can it be demonstrated utterly that the Revolution is desired now, that Scandinavia is truly ready for it, and that the Scandinavian Proletariat is united in support of its own liberation. Only free and fair elections have the inevitability of pushing forward the Revolution.

Workers of Scandinavia, now is the time to show that you are as honourable and capable of decent virtue and truthfulness as the bourgeoisie you seek to overthrow!

Nailix:

To Italy
From the Confederation


We are delighted with the formation of an Italian state and the end of the conflict. We would like to offer you a defensive alliance to cement the friendship between the Italian people and those of the Confederation.

We also encourage you to take up your invitation and become active in the League.


We also declare that the Pope's speech was a brilliant demonstration and elucidation of precisely the right and true governance of a nation. May it be remembered for ever as the beginning of a more humane and more godly way of governing the world, and, indeed, may no such slaughter as that in Prussia ever be seen again.

We hope we will be seeing many more brilliant and enlightening speeches in years to come.
 
Konrad ran along, his left hand clasped tightly in his mother's, his right around a large, plush bear. The crowd around him was in a contained panic. Some families were dressed in their traveling clothes, others looked like they'd just come out wearing just their sleeping gowns. They were all afraid, but whenever he asked a grown-up what was happening, they just laughed and gave some fake story. They were putting on brave faces for the kids, but they weren't very good at it. Konrad hated it when grown-ups lied to him.

He recognized this place- it was the train station. The loud chuffing of the engines was clearly visible over the unnaturally hushed crowd.

"I'm tired mommy."

The woman holding his hand looked down him. She didn't smile a lot, but today she was particularly not-smiley. Her face was a grim mask of concern and fatigue.

"Hold tight dear. Daddy will be back with the tickets soon. Then we're going to visit your Great Auntie Thelma in Berlin."

"If we're visiting, why didn't daddy have tickets earlier?"

"Well, Daddy's..."

Mom trailed. Konrad though he heard a few mumbled words- then her hand abruptly stiffened. The young boy felt a shift in the crowd immediately. A gust of warm air and a flood of light revealed that the train's doors had opened.

"Make Daddy hurry up!"

His mother remained frozen in position, her grip tightening around his wrist. The crowd started pushing onto the train, but mom remained affixed to the ground. Her head jerked back and forth, looking across the crowd, then towards the train, before the indecision broke. Mother and son began pushing backwards, cutting through the human tide.

Konrad was thankful for his mom's presence- Barbar might be there to hug him whenever she wasn't, but the stuffed bear was terrible at making plans. As the human flood lightened ever so slightly, Konrad saw a familiar pair of legs through the crowd.

It was his dad. The man was arguing with two men outside a ticket booth. They had guns, and they were talking in Polish, but with weird accents.

"So you are Karl Scheper."

"Yes, and I'm just trying to get tickets for my family, so please just let me-"

"We can't let you do that."

One of the men laughed and said something in his other-country talk. It sounded mean.

"The train's filling up God damn it, please just let me get my tickets- oh God, Anna, you're here too. Look, these-"

"Your brother Ernst derailed a train, it says here. Do you know how many Russians' blood you have on your hands?"

Konrad's mind flashed through his memories. Uncle Ernst was dad's younger brother. Great Auntie Thelma always called him a black sheep. Were black sheep bad luck on trains?

"Look, I don't care what my brother did, you've got to-"

One of the bad men shoved Konrad's father against the booth. The ticketeer inside cringed and retreated further out of sight.

"Well we care. Quite a bit. Not you or any of your family is leaving until it's repaid."

"Look, I know what you guys are doing to us! I just want to get my family out of here peacibly, and you can have your God-damned-"

The bad men threw dad against the booth. One held him against the metal grating, the other kicked him and punched him in the face. Mom screamed. Konrad could only stare in horror, clutching his bear and mother as the pair of soldiers attacked his dad, who writhed and struggled to break free.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out. The man holding dad fell back, stunned, and then collapsed. Before he had, a second shot rang out, and both of the bad men fell to the ground. Dad's knees buckled, but mom grabbed him before he hit the ground- she was a pretty strong lady. The crowd was suddenly pouring into the train in an even greater panic. A trio of figures pushed their way into the center, and one fired a gunshot into the air, forcing silence once again.

"We're with the Brotherhood. There are no more trains coming. The Russians are coming. Follow us, there are still boats in the harbour."

The crowd began to panic aloud again. The train was already overfilled. One of the Brotherhood men was up at the front, talking to the conductor. One by one, the doors of the train closed. Konrad and his parents were not on board, along with several hundred others.

"Russians? Why are they coming? Dad?"

Dad was slowly recovering, but did not respond, and the man with the gun came to his side.

"Are you alright sir?"

Dad nodded. His glasses, which always sat so professorially on his beaky nose, were broken.

"Your brother destroyed a Russian train?"

Dad looked at the man, dumbfounded for a moment.

"I don't talk to him... Ernst is a fanatic."

The man frowned slightly. "Your brother is a hero."

With that said, he turned away and addressed the crowd in a booming voice.

"Everyone, you may call me Adler, these are my comrades, Faust and Feuer. There are no more trains coming, Russians have locked down the roundhouse. We're going to get you out to the harbour, there are still foreign ships there who can get you out of the country."

"And what if we don't want to follow a bunch of gun-toting loons?" catcalled a voice in the crowd.

"Yeah! The ones who got us into this mess in the first place!"

Adler's face flashed into brief snarl, before he composed himself and responded.

"Stay here and you can deal with another set of gun-toting loons, ones who're not sad to see even more Prussian blood get spilled tonight. Now follow me, or a missed train will be the least of your worries."

The locomotive's doors were now all closed, and the great engine began to pull away. With his weapon drawn, Adler began to walk swiftly away from the station. The crowd began to follow him, as the other two men from the German Brotherhood followed up in the rear.

Dad walked along, half-staggering but maintaining his pace. Mom braced him, one arm providing support and the other squeezing almost painfully against Konrad's wrist. Konrad did the same to Barbar, who did not complain, as the fleeing procession moved out into the moonlit streets of Danzig.

*****

Witaly shifted uncomfortably under his blanket, rousing out of a light sleep. Instinctively, his hand grasped out, and was reassured by the warm presence of his sister. The eight year old squinted into the darkness... the noises were louder tonight. He heard shouts, sounds of human movement... and gunshots.

That was trouble. The young Pole pulled himself up into a sitting position, and shivered deeply. His bag of food was almost empty, and now that the Russians had taken away the friendly baker who gave them the old bread, he didn't know how he'd be able to fill it. Maybe by stealing?

Witaly didn't like stealing. His parents had always said it was wrong. But then again, they were dead now, so they couldn't tell him what to do. Witaly tried to laugh a little bit, but had to wrestle back the urge to cry instead. He wouldn't show weakness.

The sounds were getting louder. Witaly turned and shook the figure beside him sleepily.

"Irena!"

His sister shifted sleepily, and started crying gently as she woke up. Witaly patted his twin on the back and tenderly kissed her forehead.

"It's gonna be okay, but we have to move. Someone's coming."

"Is it the Russians?"

"If it's them, I'll beat them up until I make them bring our parents back!" Witaly put on a brave, devil-may-care grin and pulled out his weapon- the cut-off end of an old broom handle- and brandished it. Irena smiled weakly and giggled, and Witaly contented himself with the knowledge that he had kept her spirits up.

The siblings got up. The brother rolled up the blanket and placed it into a satchel, while the sister hungrily dug in to a bit of the bread. The sounds were very close now.

"Follow me."

Witaly pulled the food bag away from his sister, and then crept along the alley, looking out into the street. Running along the empty sidewalk, Witaly spotted a good hiding place, and crouched behind a large pile of disassembled barrels, his sister settling down beside him. From this vantage point, Witaly could see one of the piers well- three ships were moored. Making a gun with his hand, the young boy pointed at each of them, pulling an invisible trigger with a whispered' bang'. Irena giggled again, as the two huddled down, keen to avoid whatever was about to unfold that night.

*****

Matthias Renke huffed along the street, two large duffel bags hanging over each shoulder. His girlfriend, Christina, kept close by his side, carrying a slightly smaller assortment of bags herself.

"So you're really going through with this."

Matthias stopped and looked to his side. After a brief pause, he responded.

"Yeah."

With that, he resumed walking. Christina caught up in a few strides.

"Really then? This isn't some sort of trick to get me out here so you could propose?"

Matthias looked uncomfortable for a moment, then looked down and resumed walking.

"No trick. We've talked about this for a while, we're just speeding up the schedule."

"Matti! You're not this kind of impulsive person- I can't just-"

"Stina. I've gotten the tickets to my family. They should have left for Pomerania this morning. You don't have any family in the country. I've resigned from my job. I've gotten our ship written down right here. This is anything but impulsive."

Christina fell silent as she looked at the scrawled piece of paper.

"I just can't believe it. I can't believe this is happening so fast..."

"Hans hasn't been wrong before. Something bad's coming down tonight. We're getting out of the country, simple as that. We take the Storaskog to New Stockholm, convert our money in a bank, rent an apartment and I find work in a shop, just like before."

"This Hans again?"

"Look, he knows things. I've got no reason not to trust him, and neither do-"

A small figure jumped in front of the pair, a short staff in its hands.

"Are you Russians?!" he shouted in Polish.

"What?" responded Matthias in the same language, "No! Who are you?"

"Oh, Matti, he's just a child."

"I'm not a child! I'm Witaly Wisniewski, and I am the head of my household!"

Matthias slipped a sideways look at Christina, then looked back to the not-child.

"What happened to your parents then?"

"They died! The soldiers shot them both, but I bet they killed about 20 when they went down!"

"Look, kid, the Russians are about to drop a hammer on Danzig if we don't get out of here quickly, so please get out of our way."

"Matti, we can't just leave them here, they're orphans-"

"Yes we can, we can just- oh God, you're not."

Christina wasn't listening as she approached the child.

"Okay Witaly, there's a boat just ahead that we're heading too. We're in a lot of trouble if the Russians catch us, and you probably are too if they... did that to your parents."

"You're not doing this..." moaned Matthias in the background.

"So I think you should come along with us."

Witaly squinted thoughtfully at the prospect.

"Where's the boat go?"

"Across the ocean and away from here."

"Do they have food on the boat?"

"Umm... they should."

Vitaly ran off and shouted around the corner.

"Irena! Get up, we're getting out of here."

A little girl emerged from behind the corner, running to join beside her brother. Vitaly stepped forward towards the couple.

"Alright, we'll go along with you."

Matthias looked about to say something to Christina, but thought better of it and slumped over.

"Alright then, the Storaskog's one of the ships right ahead. Let's get going."

"Ooh, that one?" asked Vitaly, pointing intently.

"Oh yes, sure, I think that's it." responded Matthias, his eyes firmly focused elsewhere.

The group of four moved at a swift pace across the empty streets, towards the pier.

*****

Three ships were berthed, Konrad counted- the Excelsior, Polaris and Storaskog.

A large crowd was assembling below them.

"Will we be able to get on?" asked Mom, concern still evident in her voice.

Adler looked up and chewed his lip "There's lots of space on these vessels, they can probably take a thousand each. This will be Storaskog's second or third time back, not so sure about the others. How's your husband holding up?"

Konrad ignored the conversation up above, hugging his stuffed bear closely. Further up the line, a family of four seemed to be arguing about carrying too many bags. Konrad wished he could have brought more.

The night pushed on. Konrad was more tired than he'd ever been before. It felt like he'd first woken up on this day an eternity ago. The lineup pushed ever onwards, and the crowd began to grow restless. Adler and Faust left several times to go talk to the man watching the front of the line, who seemed to speak German with a funny Swedish accent.

"They're not loading fast enough." muttered Adler, as he returned from the front of the line once more. Mom nodded with appreciative concern. Konrad simply stared at the gangplank, drawing slowly closer in front of him. Out of the side of his eye, he caught some movement. Turning suddenly and squinting, he saw a column of marching soldiers just the second that another man shouted.

"Russians!"

Adler stiffened, immediately scanning the area to determine the situation. The crowd rustled fearfully as the soldiers approached. The man checking people at the front of the line was now ushering them on, much more rapidly than before. Konrad looked back to the boat, noticing that smoke was already rising out of its two funnels.

"Attention civilians!" shouted the leader of the soldiers, in heavily-accented and slightly broken German, "We know you have partisans and partisan relatives in here. Don't stop us in search and detaining."

The crowd was now beginning to panic, flooding towards the boat. Some people were getting pushed dangerously close to the edge of the pier, and the man watching the gangplank had given up entirely on recording the names of all aboard, simply allowing the human flood to push its way onboard.

Konrad looked around him. The men from the Brotherhood seemed to have melted away into the crowd. The ships was so close now!

A cold hand descended on his shoulder. Konrad spun around to see a uniformed man, and his mom shoving the hand away from him. The soldier shouted something. Konrad held tightly onto Barbar while his mother shielded him. His father stood up, pushing the soldier away from his wife and son. The crowd pressed on with greater pressure. Handhold broke as mother and son were pushed up onto the boat, while more of the soldiers began to pull his father away. A scream broke out in the cloud as gunfire opened elsewhere. Konrad screamed for his father as the figure disappeared behind a wall of moving bodies. Mom screamed at the same. The Storaskog's horn wailed a dull, mournful tone.

The moon shone on, undisturbed. The night advanced, the gunfire came to an end. The Vinlandic freighter-turned-human transporter completed its loading and departed before sunrise. Karl Scheper did not board the ship.
 
OOC: Great story Iggy, and great speech Jehoshua. Really, really emotive, I loved them both.

IC:
To: The Nations of the World
CC: the Pontic Republic, the Roman Empire, Turkey
From: Spain


Spain wishes to announce that, recognising the ties that bind it to the state, it is officially guaranteeing the independence of the state of Turkey. The Turkish Sultanate, cruelly denied its independence after the Kurds annexed it, has now reformed itself and has risen from the ashes to once again join free nations everywhere.

The forces of the Roman Empire are hereby advised to make peace with the Turks - after all, the nation of Turkey was never, ever part of the Empire, even before the Civil War.

The Pontic Republic is advised to withdraw its forces and acknowledge Turkish Independence, lest it face the wrath of the Spanish Empire.
 
ooc: Wonderful speech. Really, very good.
 
To: The Confederation
From: Italy


Thank you for your kind words. We would gladly accept a defensive pact with your nation and ours to help strengthen our friendship.
 
The Roman Empire hereby recognizes the independence of Turkey from the illegal government of the Pontic Republic. A ceasefire has already been put in place between our forces.
 
To: The Kingdom of Italy
From: The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland


We are pleased to recognize the Kingdom of Italy and look forward to many long years of cooperation between our two glorious nations.
 
To: Pomerania
From: Austria on behalf of the German Economic League


Seeing the growth of Germanic relations, and the growing threats looming on your border, we'd like to offer for you to join the German Economic League, and the German Economic League Naval Treaty, with you heading a Baltic Germanic Fleet, while we maintain one in the Mediterranean sea. What do you say?

OOC: Great speech!
 
To: Austria and Brandenburg
From: Pomerania

As the international climate has clearly changed we accept your fair proposal.



Now, as we're approaching Update 10, I'm planning on updating the National Backgrounds, so the following nations are in need of flags:

Bulgaria
Italy
Romania
Cuba
Kurdistan
Opsikion
Pontic Republic
Turkey
New Zealand
 
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Address to the Nations of the World, by First Proletarian and Colleague Mannerheim of the Fatherland Proletarian Army
It has come to my attention that many of the nations of the world believe things of the Revolution of the Proletariat here in Scandinavia that are simply, categorically, untrue. Chief among them is that this Revolution of the Proletariat is a revolution of bandits, of rogues and thieves who have wrongly imposed themselves upon one of the most ancient and respected institutions of democracy and freedom in Europe. This is a lie. We, "proles", of the Workers Commonwealth are working men and women forging into the future like the citizens of all other nations. This is not a revolution of thieves. It is a revolution of strategists, military men, engineers, philosophers and scientists. Respectable members of modern society who have arrived at the conclusion that our world is sickened by a fundamental illness, a repression of its citizens that cannot be tolerated by all thinking, compassionate men. Do not let the manner of the Revolution blind you to its goals.

It is the impression of many of these honorable, learned men that the Revolution was conducted in a violent seizure of political, military and economic assets resulting in the flight of many of this nation's greatest and most esteemed citizens. This is not untrue. But this is a one-sided, fallacious view of the Revolution of the Proletariat that so many of you term the "Accidental Revolution". It was the hope of those who supported the Revolution, at least among the army and the political strata, that the leaders of the nation would recognize the need for compromise, a necessity to meet the democratic, expressed demands of their citizens with dignity and compose. They did not. No, even Emperor Harald II who followed his esteemed father and mother in the tradition of the monarchy's support for all forms of civilization's progress and advancement, fled this nation in an attempt (presumably) to perpetuate his hold on power that we would have sought not to violate, but to legitimize under the proletarist system we now begin to establish in this nation. Let us say clearly and unequivocally, the flight from Scandinavia of so many of our citizens is not something we take lightly. It is a blemish upon the Revolution of the Proletariat, and we are prepared to do much to correct it.

We shall then address the matter of Emperor Harald's coalition with the Kongo Society in Africa as a means of perpetuating the hold of an illegal, illegitimate, undemocratic minority on the colonial and territorial assets of this great nation. We have gone to great lengths to compromise with the Kongo Society and His Majesty the Emperor. We are prepared to offer a series of options for compromise that we had hoped would satisfy the needs of the Kongo Society, its shareholders, and all those Scandinavians who are reluctant to join the Revolution. We have been informed categorically that all these generous compromises are unacceptable.

What we have proposed is thus: His Majesty the Emperor would be allowed to return to Scandinavia, on the basis that under his leadership an impartial proletarian government would be formed within the Rikstag (henceforth to be known as the Rikstag of the Workers). This government would set about the reordering of Scandinavia and her colonies as an egalitarian, proletarian society, according to the beliefs of the proletarist doctrine and the expressed demands of the people of Scandinavia. The Kongo Society, and various other important privately-owned organizations of the bourgeousie, would be subsumed into Workers Trade Assemblies, which would form a forum in which all workers could participate in the economic ventures of the nation equally, in a democratic fashion. Simply put, in such Workers Trade Assemblies, those with the greatest amount of investment and work in a given venture would be the accorded the greatest say in how its profits were to be spent, and so on. Such a compromise would not necessitate a plebiscite, and would allow the colonies to be returned peacefully and legally to the Fatherland. We have been lead to believe that this is unacceptable to the Kongo Society, who will only return our sovereign territory on the agreement that they would be allowed to spend the profits of their venture completely independent of the Workers Assemblies. It must be understood that this completely compromises the principles of the Revolution of the Proletariat, and goes against the democratic will of the people.

Therefore, we are left in a situation where a plebiscite that confirms the will of the people of Scandinavia to be the vanguard of the Revolution of the Proletariat will not satisfy the demands of the Kongo Society. In such an event, the Kongo Society would represent (regretfully) an illegal and unjust insurrection against a democratic nation by dictators and totalitarians determined to go against the will of the people by whatever means necessary. We put it to the world how we are to go forward in our attempts to reunite our citizens with their own sovereign government, and make this great nation whole.

For myself, I am contented to put my provisional government to the vote of the people. It is clear that this is the only legitimate way forward, for Scandinavia, and for the Revolution of the Proletariat. We invite the Kongo Society to present an alternate solution where the democratic will of the people is not violated, and condemn any attempts by foreign intervention to seize the rightful territory of the Scandinavian nation. We hope the world will join us in such condemnation.

Regards, First Proletarian,
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OOC: I'm going to join everyone congratulating Jehoshua on his speech, it was very well done. I hope this wall of text gets our point across with the same eloquence.
 
@EQ, re: flags.

I don't know how Maori this timeline's New Zealand is, but if the capital is the Maori name for Auckland (Akarana), then its presumably a lot more Maori influenced than todays is. Which says something, because Maoris are a pretty large minority there. Hence, the Maori flag might work as New Zealands flag;
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As for Italy, I tacked up this in five minutes; the coat of arms of Naples, the unifier of Italy, superimposed over a red and white tricolour, the colours the first state that tried to unite Italy, Savoy-Milan.

Its not great looking, but I think it comes out as OK. Up to Nailix, of course. :p
 

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To: Workers Commonwealth of Scandinavia
From: Vinland


Now this is much more like we would like to hear. On this matter, we extend a few questions: Will there be multiple parties, or just one Proletarist Party with electable representatives? Will the people have a choice between candidates, or will your elections be more a matter of approving candidates already chosen by the Proletarist Party?
 
To: Workers Commonwealth of Scandinavia
From: Vinland


Now this is much more like we would like to hear. On this matter, we extend a few questions: Will there be multiple parties, or just one Proletarist Party with electable representatives? Will the people have a choice between candidates, or will your elections be more a matter of approving candidates already chosen by the Proletarist Party?

Such questions we will only be prepared to answer satisfactorily when the question of how the colonies will be reunited with the Fatherland is answered. Until such time, the question of the plebiscite is one of little substance. Our primary concern is that of reconciliation of our sovereign territory, and recognition by the nations of the world and the League of Continental Nations. We ask that Vinland, as an effective third-party mediator, attempt to address the matter of how the Kongo Society can continue to refuse to accept our proposed compromises. Once the question of reconciliation is answered, we can turn to how best to manage the transition and imposition of legal authority.
 
To: Workers Commonwealth of Scandinavia
From: Vinland


As we have said before, if the people of Scandinavia approve of your government, then of course we will support your legitimized government in reclaiming its colonies. We are attempting to make contact with King Harald II's forces in the Congo, but we have unfortunately received no response as of yet.
 
@Grandkhan: I really like your flag idea, it's way better than mine (which was going to use OTL Italy's tricolor with the Naples coat of arms). But personally I thought aesthetically it might look a bit nicer with the coat of arms totally in the white, like this

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all credit for the idea still goes to you though :)
 
OOC: Frankly the Italian flag should just be a variation on Naples' flag, considering the nation is effectively their's. >_>
 
Yeah, actually, you're probably right. Your design looks better than mine.

Also, if anybody can think of any Turkish national symbols that aren't a cross and a star, please tell me, because I'm having trouble thinking of a non-cliched Turkish flag.
 
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