~~Weltpolitik I~~

The chamber was abuzz with activity. Men of all shapes, sizes, and mutton-chop lengths were milling about the green-carpeted room in Philadelphia. They were all representatives from every state in the Union, convening in an all-states convention for the first time in years.

At the head of the meeting, the head of a massively long oak conference table, was the Governor of Virginia. He lifted up his spoon and tapped it gently on the glass of bourbon in front of him and waited until slowly every glass in the room was being tapped, as every representative anticipated the speech of the recently elected Chairman of the Convention.

“Good morning, my colleagues, and may God bless this monumental meeting!” Shouts of Here! Here! were heard throughout the room, and every representative looked around gaily, truly enjoying (albeit under the influence of a bit of brandy) the moment.

“I come to you today not as politician, not as a Governor, but as an American.” The room slowly grew quiet as the Governor waited for his words to take effect. “As you all know, I am sure, this America is a great experiment. An uncertain experiment. And yet, so far, we have succeeded in the realm of democracy and republicanism like no nation ever has before. But, my colleagues,” the Governor continued, watching the faces of the other delegates turn solemn, “the world jumps ahead of us. Ever since we chose to be a confederation—a truly great form of government, mind you—the other, more totalitarian nations of the world have grown much faster than we have. Our ability to tax is limited and so is our ability to raise armies. These are known facts—these are things that make us Americans and protect us from tyranny. But we come to this convention today to discuss something truly revolutionary: the new American economy.”

After he said that, you could see the Northerners divide from the Southerners by their faces. Those from the North smiled and adjusted themselves in their finely upholstered seats comfortably, while those from the South pursed their lips and muttered amongst themselves.

“You see, being from Virginia, I am given the unique opportunity of being in the South, and yet close enough to the North to know what does not work for this Union of ours. Richmond—my hometown—grows apart from the rest of Virginia. Every day, new shops, new factories are open. And Richmond is nothing compared to the North. New York City, Boston, even Philadelphia where we find ourselves today, are growing larger as every day passes. And if one looks at Europe—one can clearly see that we as a nation are falling behind.” Now there were some grumbles of discontentment from the Southerners.

“But, my colleagues, we have a most unique situation—we have two halves of one nation, each with very different world views, but each complementing the other. The reason we called this convention is not to end agriculture, not to end slavery—God, no! The reason we have assembled here today is to discuss functioning together as a Union—a Union as our Founders intended us to be.”

Now, the delegate from Georgia stood up. “What exactly do you propose, Mr. Governor? It seems that anyone who propose so-called ‘change’ can only support the end of the South!”

The Governor began to respond, when the delegate from New York stood up. “Ah, but that is not true at all, my colleague from Georgia. I think what the Governor is getting at is that we—as a nation—have been given a particularly fine situation. You grow cotton, you grow tobacco, no? And the North is now making large amounts of textiles and has begun to process and package your tobacco, have they not? The mines of Appalachia give us vast amounts of coal, and add that to the Iron from the West and we make steel, do we not? Well, I say—as an American, not a New Yorker, mind you—that America has been given the greatest opportunities of all! We are much larger than any of our European counterparts, and have more natural resources than any of them as well. But we have no industry! This we must change if ever we can compete with Europe.” He turned to the governor and said, “is this not what you were getting at?”

“Why, yes, actually, it was. And I wanted to propose making this delegation last indefinitely…from here we can coordinate the growth of our nation as a whole, rather than have each state viciously compete with each other.

“But would that not be a matter of Federation!?” a voice called out, indignantly.

“Of course not! Each state shall remain here voluntarily—there shall be no coercion.” The debate raged on for hours, but at the end of it, the governor of Virginia sat down, took a deep breath, and smiled. America shall be born again, he thought.
 
U know.. it's like 2 years since the last time I got a good nation in an althist. But then again this time I have myself to blame, I knew you were starting this yesterday but I was too tired to get to the forums after a long bus journey.

Anyhoo.. I'm calling Canada. If its not taken yet.
 
Oh dear, I didn't notice that Canada was a British satellite. Oh well, that might be interresting to play actually..

From Canada
To Britain:
We hail you, our masters!
 
From: The United States
To: Canada c/o Great Britain

EDIT: We would like to propose a 3-year renewable NAP with our neighbors to the North and with the British crown. We feel this would protect all of our interests.
 
ZanyPlebeian said:
From: The United States
To: Canada

We would like to propose a 3-year renewable NAP with our neighbors to the North.

OOC: Since Canadian foreign policy comes under the perview of the British government, you should really be addressing that proposal to Britain.
 
From Canada
To USA:
We'd love that, but only if our British masters accept.
 
George and Alfred

Sir George McGay was a happy little fellow.

His father, Sir Harry McGay, had been a parliament member in Britain before a certain scandal related to West End prostitutes and a wooden dildo had forced him to move to Canada, which had by then became Britain's vassal. One might think that life in such a hellhole would not work out for a noble pervert like Harry, but through manipulation he managed to get a decent government job.

After he had died, Harry's son George had made several trips to England to form good relations with Britain and its Prime Minister. These relations turned out to be more than important for George: two year ago he was appointed the Prime Minister of Canada.

But he had never forgotten his Brittish origins. He even looked like a Brittish gentleman, with balding hair and big yet well-waxed moustache. He was a Brit in Canada, that was how he saw himself. And he hated those separatist bastards and not to mention the French people in Quebec. To him, they were the scum of the Earth.

***

His friend Alfred Hernandez was quite the opposite as a personality, altough he claimed to hate separatists and the French people (or "frogs", as he preferred to call them) as well. Nobody quite knew his origins (Alfred was very mystical about it), but legend says that his father was a Spanish pirate who retired from the business as quite a rich and moved to Canada for retirement days. True or not, Alfred was born a golden spoon in his mouth.

He served some time in the Brittish army before retiring and starting his own pillow factory in Ottawa. Pillows were in fashion, and slowly he climbed the social ladders until he managed to form personal relations with George McGay. Altough he never joined the Conservative Party, he was always believed to be a true anti-liberal.

George McGay didn't know much about Alfred Hernandez but he trusted him. Knowing that he was an army officer in reserve in the Brittish army, he had no troubles convincing the English that Alfred Hernandez would make a good minister of defence. For two years now, George and Alfred had formed the "inner circle" of Canadian government. And now they were facing troubles..

***

"Separatist newspaper! Read it! Writeen by a.. a.. a FROG!!" cried out Alfred. The paper was entitled Le Canada, and it was written by a liberal journalist called Pierre Turgeon living in Quebec.

"WHAT?! We need to act quickly!" responded George with his ever-so-annoying upperclass accent. "You will make sure that this newspaper will be shut down immediately, before our British masters find out about this! They must not be angered! And about this.. this monsieur Turgeon. You know what to do with him."

"Indeed I do sir", Alfred responded and winked his eye.
 
I got 8 orders so far, to the others try to get orders today for tomrmow mornings update.

Those are very nice stories- I like them because they are not forced. They have a plot and not mindless writting.
If you dont feel like writing a story then dont, since this kind suits best.
 
The Changing of the Guard


Guard! Halt!

The boots of the marching Russians hit the ground.

Click, Click, CLICK!

Guard! Right Turn!

The Russians turned to their right and brought their left foot down. Hard.

Guard! Order Arms!

They grabbed their muskets from their left shoulders, swung it to their left and brought it down to the ground. Colonel Checovsky was not impressed.

'You. You are the Tsarist Guard. You are the protector of your Lord. Of the Motherland. You were selected BY THE CZAR HIMSELF! You call this drill. This? This is not worthy of the audience of fifty serfs. We are at St. Petersburg. The Czar is going to be coming for inspection. I do not want to dissapoint him.'

He strode past the front rank. There were three. He stopped himself beside Lieutenant Yakob. Lieutenant Yakob was on the Coloenls right. He was tall, thin and stared straight at the Russian's head that was in front of him. Checovsky looked at him and stated: 'Haircut.' Checovsky unfastened his bayonet from his musket and neatly sliced off the bak of Yakob's hair. He rotated to Yakob's left and did the same. He refastened his bayonet and marched to he front of his squad.

'You eighteen are the first of the Tsarist Guard. You are to set an example for those who follow. And WE WILL NOT, DISAPPOINT THE CZAR OF ALL RUSSIAS! He, HIMSELF, is coming down from the Kremlin as we SPEAK! Look sharp, men. First impressions can be lasting impressions.'

Guard! Slope Arms!

Muskets were pulled up to left shoulders in unison. They did not like Checovsky Lectures.

Tsarist Guard! By the Center, quick, march!

And off they marched. To the gates of the St. Petersburg Kremlin. To see their fate as a unit.

They'll thank me, in the end, Checovsky thought.
 
To: Japan
From: China

We accept your offer of a NAP, and express our interest in forming a defensive alliance between our two nations.
 
To Canada
From Britain


Greetings to our little brother across the sea. If you have need, ask and you shalt recieve...

To USA
From Britain


We accept.

OOC: Icmancin, that story reminds me of a story I wrote for NES V.
 
OOC:

Really? That's odd. I never looked at NES V.
 
contempt, what was you AIM again? We should negotiate further plans..
 
never mind, I found your AIM nick from your profile.
 
meh, I'm out of this one, too much research to do this week
 
We need one more post on this page so stalin can update on the next..
 
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