Chapter 1 – Romania
God, I am nervous. This is my first meeting since I announced I have a new king. He's a nice enough guy; he even has the same name as me. Fingon VIII, I don't have numbers after my name, but whatever. Anyways, it is 1864 and all of the countries of the world meet in St. Petersburg every month to discuss things. I wonder how everyone is going to respond to me being here. Romania hasn't previously been represented and our old parliament promised unification with Italy.
My thoughts are cut short when I enter the meeting room. The attendant announces my name and country and then I see a man stand up and shout.
"Hell Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The Polish man screams. He has long blond hair and green eyes.
What is wrong with that guy? Has he no class? And is he wearing a skirt? I can tell this Pole is going to frustrate me.
"Hey Romania, are you still joining with Italy? Oh and I have soldiers marching through your lands. I got the permission of the Diet. Can they still march through?" A reserved Russian man, with a big beard asked.
"Um, I won't be joining Italy anymore. But, your troops can still go through." I said while trying to sound official. I think I failed, though. Russia didn't seem to notice anything, thankfully.
"Italy is going to pissed, but thanks for the military access, bro." The Russian said and sat back down.
I went to my seat and sat next to a Turkish man and a Hungarian. That might be awkward with the stuff my king is saying about liberating our Romanian brothers under Turkish rule. I just won't say anything about it. Anyway, the table everyone sat at was a long oval table with chairs all around it. Everyone had a sign in front of them saying what country they were. Across from me there was the NAF and on left of him was Argentina and on the right was Mexico. There was only one empty chair and its sign said "Italy." I certainly hope that Italy won't be angry.
Suddenly an energetic Greek man burst in. He has short black hair and slight stubble. His eyes are a deep brown. The shocked attendant announced him as Vae Victus, Greece.
"Oh shit! Italy is going to flip out!" Poland stood up and shouted. God that guy has a problem. Doesn't he know how to control himself?
However, my criticism of Poland was cut short by an Italian man walking in. He asked why everyone was staring at him and when a very pleased Frenchman explained it to him; he threw a vase on the ground.
"What the fuck do you mean Greece and Romania are staying independent!? I swear I will invade the shit out of those Greek bastards!" The Italian screamed, while everyone in the meeting room looked very uncomfortable.
Russia quickly got up and tried to calm down Italy, while Germany and France laughed at him. Apparently Germany and France were invading Italy while all his troops were away. The only defense he had were Italian militia and Austrian and Hungarian soldiers. I kind of hope Italy doesn't lose. The socialist French would expand their power too much. I'm glad Russia is sending troops to help him. Nobody should be invaded when their army is on a different continent. That is just plain wrong.
Italy finally calms down and goes to sulk in a corner. The meeting is winding down after all the countries greet me and Greece. So, I walk over to the pissed off Italian. I sit against the wall next to him. He is obviously uncomfortable, but he doesn't move.
"What's up?" I ask in the kindest way possible.
"Oh nothing, it's just all my plans are ruined in one day. I was going to reunite the Roman Empire. Your country, Austria, Hungary, Italy, and Greece were trying to unite. God, I am just so frustrated!" The brown-haired Italian said.
"I'm sorry about messing up your Roman Empire." I apologize to him as I give him a little hug.
"Yeah, it's okay." Italy said while he wiped a tear from his eye.
"Maybe you will have a human ally, if that is any consolation." I say while giving him another hug.
Italy smiled and deepened the hug. After a moment he pulled away and responded. "Yes, that would be consolation."
I get up and start to walk back to my seat when Russia announces the meeting is over and will continue tomorrow. I grab my things and begin to walk out the door. However, I am stopped by that bearded Russian. Poland was standing next to him, as well. Why does Poland have to be everywhere?
"Hey Romania, what is your name again? Mine is Fortress and Poland's is Pez. The guy you were hugging earlier, Italy," For some reason Poland blushed when Russia said this. "His name is Maggs." The tall Russian man said. He was intimidating with his big beard and black ushanka. But, he was also very friendly and had a hearty laugh.
"My name is Fingon, it's nice to meet you guys." I replied in a hurried tone. I need to get to my hotel soon.
"Well, Poland and I had been talking about an alliance because we are both Slavic. Then you came along today and we now have another Slavic nation. So, I think we should form a defensive pact to protect our interests. I think we should call it the Slavic League. What do you say?" Russia explained enthusiastically while Poland nodded beside him.
"Not to pop your bubble, but Romania isn't a Slavic country. We speak a Romance language and only have Eastern European influences. However, a defensive pact would be very nice. If you want to keep the name, we can just pretend to be Slavic." I said, not wanting to bore the Russian with a long explanation of Romanian culture.
"Really, what nations besides my glorious empire are Slavic?" Russia exclaimed, quite curious.
"Well, Poland and his territories of Bohemia and Slovakia are Slavic. The only independent ones besides Poland and you, is Croatia and Slovenia. There is Serbia, Bulgaria, Bosnia, and Montenegro, under Ottoman rule. The rest are owned by you." I answered Russia. He knew all those countries were Slavic; he was just surprised Romania isn't. He must not be too well informed.
"Alright whatever. Anyways, what do you say to the defensive pact?" Russia said after a moment of contemplation.
"Um, I really like the sound of it." I said to the large Russian man.
"Great, Poland and I will work on the official stuff tonight. We will meet you at your hotel at about ten o' clock." Russia said as he ran off with Poland.
"Okay cool. See you then." I call out to the Russian as he goes up the stairs with a tired Poland in tow.
Man, that Russia is a little weird. He seems nice, though. That Pole was a different story. There was something about him that just pissed me off. I didn't seem to mind him as much a moment ago when he wasn't yelling and being obnoxious. God, being in an alliance with him is going to be a weird experience.
I walk out the door and to the carriage waiting for me. I am going to sleep well tonight.