Pax Britannia

April 2nd, 1929

Dear diary,

I should wonder, the reasons mother sought to gift this collection of papers and leather to me. But it is a gift, and given of a heart full of love and expectations. As such I shall treat it with respect and endeavor to follow her instruction. Today marks my thirteenth year in the lord's world, and mother has given to me this dairy with the intent to help me with my calligraphy and transcription. Perhaps this is even true, however I cannot for the life of me understand the usefulness of this instrument in my every day life. Mother insists I take it to school with me and I shall, at least for a while, merely to keep her happy.

What will the other students think if they see me ferreting away a black leather book along with my other school items? The next term starts In a week's time, and I shudder at what the other girls might think of my apparent secretiveness. But then, perhaps it should appear to them that I am sophisticated, perhaps, just maybe, a boy might be intrigued by the mystery of it! A hopelessly optimistic view, but its a hope none the less. The Wiederitzsch public school isnt a highly regarded institution, but its all I have, until I can marry and move to Berlin with a dashing husband. A place where the sun is always bright and the future always welcoming.

However, between Father's work in the government office and mother volunteering as the town's modest Librarian, I deeply fear I may never see the outside of Leipzig! How is a woman to grow, to find a home, if she is shackled to such lowly beginnings? My eldest Brother, Dear Heinz, found his calling teaching abroad. A life of adventure, seeing the glimmering lights of New York, London, Paris, Willow Woods, the greatest cities of all, and Heinz has been to them! Were it not for his constant stream of letters and novelty gifts I'd think him on another world entirely. Older Brother Henrik is something else though. Hes almost done with school, but he and father get into loud fights and he calls him many names before storming off. Im never quite sure what they are about, but I always wish they would find a way to stop fighting. There was no reason to be angry, not with your loved ones. And though father might disagree, I loved both my brothers as deeply as a sister could.

Maybe this dairy will be a good thing after all? I'll have to sleep on it, and recollect my thoughts in the morning. Until then I bide you farewell, Dairy.

~ Minna Ann Metzger

May 31st, 1929

My Dearest Diary,

How glad I am for your company. I feel as though, in these many long nights, that you are perhaps alone in your singular understanding of me. It was difficult at first, Ill admit to you, bringing such unnecessary baggage to school with me at first. But having moved past that initial fear I've discovered a certain warmth, perhaps even comfort, in your presence with me. It makes up for the many times I am unable to steal away enough time to properly record my daily happenings. As though I carry with me a good friend, someone who shares my vision, my secrets, my fears. It is without judgement I can tell you such things, and I cannot state accurately how freeing it is. School has finished now for the summer respite, in two months time I will officially graduate to the higher learning classes, a higher level of work, and I fear I may be unable to keep up with the state of this diary going into the future.

Im worried, Diary, what if I cannot accomplish my studies, as Henrik before me? I do not want to be a lout who cannot give her best to Germany. The very notion is terrifying, What dishonor would a disgraced daughter bring Mother and Father? I could never live with myself, being responsible for something that horrible. Resolved, I find myself determined, against my fear to give my all to my schooling. I swear to you first of all, Diary, and to myself, that much.

Walter spoke to me again today. He invited me to his family farm just north, to fish along the banks of the Schladitzer Lake. He's a charming boy, taken of a bold nature and unbelievably shy when speaking to me. We first conversed many weeks ago during school when he required supplies such as parchment and pencils. He offered to draw me the setting sun in exchange for the simple crafts and made good on it not a day later. It was simply breathtaking to behold. The rugged sketch held inside it a heartfelt enthusiasm that seeped into my very body through my fingers as I held it. I couldnt comprehend how someone could possess such talent. We began a regular correspondence from then on, and he has shown me on some occasions, how he is able to craft such masterful art.

I find myself very much looking forward to such leisurely activities as fishing, though mother has cautioned me against the dangers boys present, I cannot properly heed her warnings. For when I envision his smile and genuine expressions I feel naught but a flustered excitement. What this feeling is, I haven't an idea, but if my heart is to lead me down this path, I shall follow it gratefully.

Henrik and Father had another fight, but this time it was different. The names normally shouted back and forth were absent, in their place the muffled sounds of disappointment and desperation. I found out today that Henrik has joined the army. I dont know what that means for him, but my heart swells with pride that my brother has chosen to serve the great German nation. Which conflicts deeply with the sorrow I hear from Mother, or the passionate anger from Father. I dont want Henrik to die, but I know this is what he wants, and if this is the way he feels is the best way to serve our nation and honor our family, I can no nothing but hug him tight and wish him the best. Besides, no one is shooting at anyone, and from what Henrik boosts, he'll be growing fat and happy with nothing to do soon enough.

~ M.A. Metzger

((Hello there! I'm the guy who ran Draku and Thornmark way back before the timeline reset.

Been a really, really long time since I've been back here, but I have returned to take leadership of Germany from Corsicinot. Sovereign Germania will be the account I post through.
I look forward to returning to making posts, and sorry if they're not the best written at first. Still gettin back into the swing of things.

Opening posts of what's happening in Germany will be coming soon!))

Magdeburg, Corsicinot
May 10th, 1958. 0928 Local Time

The warm spring sun shined down on Viktoria as she exited the church, light glistening off of the polished metal of her uniform. In one smooth motion, she places her pickelhaube on her head, her long dirty blond hair braided and tucked away inside the helmet. Her hand lightly rests on the hilt of the ornate saber on her hip, an intricately engraved gunmetal Mauser C96 holstered on her other hip. Before her in the courtyard of the church stood men and women dressed in similar uniforms, the sons and daughters of what little of the old Royal Guard survived the 1906 coup, and even a few old men of the original Guard acting as officers and leaders to the new generation. At the base of the steps leading down to the courtyard was a row of pews that had been moved outside. There sat many of the old German Aristocracy.

Old men and women, once of noble status before their titles were made nothing more than simple words to symbolize the history of their great ancestors when the Aplotzkiis removed their power because of those Aristocrat’s continued loyalty to the old German Empire. Though their titles by themselves were almost politically powerless in the Corsicinot Government, the wealth and influence of the old elite was still strong, especially with those who did not necessarily approve of the Corsicinot Government.

Viktoria looks over the Royal Guards, the Aristocracy, and the handful of independent news reporters and cameras. Taking a deep breath, she straightens her uniform and marches calmly forward to the podium set up at the top of the steps. The freshly polished dark wood almost glistened in the light with the polished metal of the microphone that sat atop it. Carved and freshly painted on the front of the podium was the old Imperial Coat of Arms in all its glory. She began removing her gloves as she approached the podium, placing them down when she reached it. She pulled out a piece of paper from inside her jacket, laying it out before then removing her pickelhaube, her long braid laying across her left shoulder. Taking a deep breath, she looks to one of the reporters, who gives a nod and a thumbs up. She gives a nod of confirmation in return and locks her eyes with the camera pointed directly at her as the red light on it flashes on, broadcasting the scene across almost every non-state run independent channel across Germany. The nation was watching, and those who weren’t soon would be.

“People of Corsicinot - no, people of Germany, hear me now. My name is Viktoria. Few have met me, and even fewer know who I truly am. But you would have heard of my ancestors.
They built this nation into what it is today. They brought us to greatness; to commanding a quarter of the world at one time. Our nation was the forefront of industry, of science, of economics, and of military might.”

“And all of that was lost when the hand that guided that great nation was cut off. My ancestors, the ones who had protected and led the German Empire, were murdered by an enemy that sought not to build, but to destroy the foundations that Germany was built upon. They sought not to lead, but to control the people of the nation. They sought the worship of themselves over God Almighty Himself.”

“Perhaps my enemies have realized by now who I am. However, the fact that I am alive on this day proves their spies are not as good as they believe. Allow me to inform them, and you, my people, of my name, my title, and my purpose:” Viktoria straightens her posture, coming fully to attention as her voice booms with surprising depth and strength.

“My name is Viktoria Madeleine Louise Charlotte of the House of Hohenzollern, daughter of Prince Joachim Franz Humbert, granddaughter of Kaiser Wilhelm II. I am Queen of Prussia, and, by the blessing of God and the Constitution of the German Empire of 1871, I am the rightful Kaiserin of the Empire of Germany. Fifty-two years ago, twenty-four years before I was born, my birthright was stolen from me, my family executed by the traitors and heretics of the Aplotzkii. My father, Prince Joachim, barely escaped the purges with his life thanks to the few who were still loyal to the true regents of Germany. And so I stand here before you and I shall declare unto you, my people, that the Aplotzkiis will be punished for their betrayal and their degradation of our Holy Germania.”

“I declare, on this day, May 10th, in the year of our Lord 1958, that the sins and crimes of the Aplotzkii Regime will be punished. I declare the dawn of the Second German Empire, the true, rightful successors to the German Empire. By the grace and strength of God and with the blood of my ancestors, I declare war upon the twisted, unholy abomination that is Corsicinot, and upon the vile traitors and heretics of the House of Aplotzkii and those who worship them. I declare this to not only be a war of vengeance and a war of restoration, but a Holy Crusade against the Aplotzkii menace. May God have mercy on the souls of our enemies, for no mercy shall be given to them by us.”

Enthralled by passion, Viktoria unsheathes the polished blade on her hip and raises it high. Taking their cue, the small band in the back started playing Preussens Gloria with gusto. “People of Germany, hear me now! Join me in this great struggle. Lend your rifles, lend your swords, lend your lives in this cause oh so righteous and just! Your brothers and sisters need you now in this time of need! Your Kaiserin calls upon you in her time of need! Germany calls to you to liberate her from these shackles of oppression! Almighty God calls upon you to rid this holy land of the Aplotzkii blasphemers! Our war begins, my brothers and sisters! Glory unto God! Glory unto the German people! Glory unto the Second German Empire!” A thunderous roar erupts from the men and women in formation before her, rifles with bayonets affixed held high while the old aristocrats stood from their seats and applauded. The sound of artillery guns boomed in the distance with the crescendo of the orchestra.

And thus, the first shots of the German Imperial Revolution were fired.

Victory in the East! - December 20th, 1958

Today, Premier-Führer Abram Volder at last broke a pensive silence which had fallen over the wireless, as well as Angola's rapidly expanding television network with joyous news! The most venerable leader of the Angolan nation brought to the people developments from the growing eastern front, where he confirmed a freshly stricken victory against the ignominious Kongolese. Based off a handful of reports and the Premier-Führer's own recounting, it has become apparent that Army Purple, under the leadership of General Ernst Criado, has undoubtedly crushed the latest bout of enemy resistance along the Lulua River.

After lauding the heroism and eternal bravery of the young Angolan men who gave the ultimate sacrifice on the lines against the imperialist aggressors, the Premier-Führer would deliver a most fiery speech before the National Assembly. Decrying what he described as attempts to misinform the Angolan people with rumors of an apparent "futility of the war," he proceeded to remark that "the greatest weapon the international cabal possesses within its arsenal is its lies." The lies, which he claimed took the form of misconstrued stories of Angolan defeats on the battlefield, can be expected to try and seep into Angolan homes and minds. Elaborating on the possibility of enemy-propagated mistruths, the Premier-Führer warned of how these lies "will separate the weak-minded from the Angolan-minded," and that anyone who believes the enemy's illusions are "no Angolans at all."

Following a pause in his speech, Premier-Führer Volder continued by lamenting an apparent illness which had befallen commander of Army Green, General Viktor Rist, which sources report to be an early-stage entry into some form of mental decay. The great leader appeared greatly saddened by the revelation that the General would likely be unable to serve in his post, as well as greatly angered by an apparent suggestion by treacherous forces that the impending retirement and alleged diagnosis had any relation to a completely fabricated disagreement between the two men. Many citizens of Luanda, at the Premier-Führer's behest, also took to sending letters of love and support to the outgoing national hero, despite him not having been seen for the past week.

Further defying all odds, Premier-Führer Volder went on yet another tour of one of Angola's finest chocolate-chip ration producing facilities outside of Mussende, where he gave yet another riveting statement to a crowd of workers, most of whom were women. Saluting their tireless work to keep Angolan soldiers fed and, above all, support the war effort, he would call on all Angolans who have encountered or may soon encounter enemy occupation through a radio address. Simply calling on them to "resist by any means possible," the Premier-Führer spoke of how "every Angolan man, woman, and child, must be ready to sacrifice their all against any enemy..."

"...Be they capitalist puppets from Salisbury, or jack-booted gravonists from Wilhemsburg... [we] must all be prepared to sacrifice everything for Angola."

"I've Been Davi Dressler, and You're Listening to P-NET..."
Viktor Rist stops being a General

National Heroes Promoted - December 21st, 1958

Following the untimely retiring of General Viktor Rist, the noble leader of our sacred Republic tasked War Minister Naaman Bogote with seeking out an ideal candidate to fill in a pair of vacant boots. With oversight from the Premier-Führer, Bogote proudly announced to the High Command that he had officially recommended the appointment of Lieutenant General Claudio Cabral, which Volder had agreed with. The newly-appointed General Cabral, known for his current noble task of managing the movement of food rations to coastal civilians with the help of the men under his command, did not actually receive notice of his promotion until hearing of it over the radio.

Being the only member of the High Command of most-entirely Portuguese descent, the Premier-Führer expressed happiness with the promotion as working in tandem with his additional goal of "making the military and government look more like Angola."

Additionally, as per the machinations of the moving chain of command, various other positions were in need of replacement, ultimately including the newly created position of Head of Internal Security for the Luanda Area, a position created subordinate to the Director of the Zivilpolizei. Filling the position is, it would seem, former commander of the women's wing of the Volkskampfgruppen, Hansina Linda, who graciously accepted her appointment in an extravagant speech before the directing board of the Zivilpolizei.

On a more entertaining note, the Angolan Screeners' Guild released the announcement of an upcoming film called Nation's Pride, which will be screened in Luanda sometime next year! While not much is yet known of the film's premise, it has so far promised to be a most explosive tale of heroic patriotism displayed on the frontlines by Angolan soldiers. Rumored to be one of the most high-budget films in recent history, it has accrued tremendous fascination not only by the general populace, but even the Premier-Führer himself. Despite his usually not caring for films made in association with creators from "treacherous England," Volder has expressed that he would keep a firm eye on the development and attention given to the impending cinematic spectacle.

At Least Some Things Are Still Normal...
Political power +5
Claudio Cabral becomes a General