It was a sunny day in Britannia and the Emperor was being all magnificent in wherever he lives. Let's say a palace. Yeah, probably a palace.
Emperor Wakamoto walked down the hallway, which was nice because it was HIS hallway, and if anyone questioned his ownership of such hallway, he could just make them go away because he was the Emperor and he could do whatever he wanted because he was the Emperor.
"Your Majesty the Emperor!" came the voice of a person behind His Majesty the Emperor. Emperor Wakamoto turned around to see the source of this voice who was a chancellor or a minister or something. Let's call him Junior Undersecretary for Trade with the Euro Universe. Yeah, that sounds plausible.
"FOR WHAT REASON DO YOU STOP MY WALKING?" said Emperor Wakamoto, who wasn't particularly angry but was just so awesome that he always spoke in all caps.
The Junior Undersecretary told him that Princess Number Twenty-Seven had just come back from an important meeting in Paris and that European leaders were willing to negotiate a slight decrease in their tariff on Britannian goods.
"HMMM." said Emperor Wakamoto, who considered the political implications of this. If the Euro Universe was importing more Britannian products, the demand for the Britannian Pound would increase and Britannian aggregate demand would shift right, leading to an increase in output and price levels. While the increased inflation would be a slightly negative repercussion, Wakamoto had been attempting to stimulate Britannian production following the outsourcing of so many companies' jobs to the Chinese Federation, and so generally thought well of this.
"VERY WELL!" he said to the Junior Undersecretary, and then turned around so that his cape swished impressively. "INFORM PRINCESS TWENTY-SEVEN THAT NEGOTIATIONS SHOULD BE PRESSED TO THE GREATEST OF OUR ABILITY AND THAT WE WOULD BE WILLING TO INCREASE OUR IMPORT QUOTAS ON GOODS FROM THE E.U."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" replied the Junior Undersecretary, who preferred not to do much conversing with the Emperor, for fear of being demoted or something. He gave the requisite salute and "All Hail Britannia" and then walked backwards the rest of the way down the hall to avoid committing a faux pas by turning his back on His Majesty.
The Emperor entered an arbitrary room, made less arbitrary by the people who were also in it. One of his four hundred consorts happened to be there, and so she acknowledged his presence by prostrating herself or something. The Emperor couldn't remember her name, so he just said, "ALL HAIL BRITANNIA" and moved on impressively. It was the sort of thing people expected from him anyway, so he did it often when he wanted to avoid people or get somewhere without interruptions.
And that is what he wanted to do on this particular day, because it was very important that he get to Brooding Room Number Nine; he had some important brooding to do. Walking the hallway leading to Breeding Rooms Number One through Ten, (as the palace was arranged alphabetically for your convenience) he turned and was almost where he wanted to be, when SUDDENLY
His cell phone rang. That was pretty annoying.
Emperor Wakamoto didn't really like having a cell phone, because that sort of thing is not what Emperors have to do. They have people to have cell phones for them. However, court officials had attempted to convince him to carry one; normally, that wouldn't sway him, but then he found out he could get a special ring tone that played his favorite song. Hearing "You Spin Me Right Round" intermittently throughout the day made the annoyance of being bothered unexpectedly tolerable.
He answered it. "EMPEROR WAKAMOTO SPEAKING."
The voice on the other end of the line was that of Richard Lazarus, the Duke of Boston and Joint Chief of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. "Your Majesty, my apologies for the disturbance. We have an emergency situation."
"WHAT EMERGENCY?"
"There has been an attack in Vancouver. ...We are still unsure of the situation, but Her Majesty has gone missing during her tour of the city. She may have been captured by The Terrorists."
"WHERE WAS HER GUARD?!?" shouted Emperor Wakamoto into the phone. Now he was mad.
"They were caught off guard... (haha) The scale of this attack appears to be implausibly great, although we are still controlling the situation and need additional time to-"
Emperor Wakamoto crushed the phone in his right hand and then said, "!", because he was pretty annoyed now. "Losing Her Majesty Roslina Ni Britannia would be unacceptable!" he thought to himself, "Without her, who will prepare the Special Omelets?!"