There had been conflicts since then, it's only natural. But so far, differing countries have managed to avoid sparking any major wars with one another, the kind of wars that would span the globe and send reverberations throughout the planet. The common enemy of the Sallow played a large role in this, governments were more concerned with training huntsmen than quarreling over resources or bickering over ideology. But slowly, as the threat of the Sallow diminished, focus shifted away from this common goal.
In the 388th year, all of the world leaders came together for an annual conference to discuss important matters. This particular conference held quite a bit of importance, as the subject was the establishment of a sort of union between all of the nations, something that would bring society closer to its fabled Carcosan roots.
In the somewhat small nation of Amicissia, famed for its peaceful ways and acceptance of all races, this meeting was held. The seven most powerful people on the planet were sat around a round wooden table, in a room painstakingly decorated to be pleasing to the eyes of the various world leaders. Lavish red carpeting with a gold trim covered the floor of the beige room, and serene paintings of the beautiful jungles of Amicissia hung on the walls.
There was no real 'head of the group', each leader was more or less treated as an equal, but it was usually the host, Democratic Minister of Amicissia Wilde Mustang who kicked things off at the meetings. He was a tall Faunus with two horse ears growing out of the long, black mane of curled hair on his head. His skin was deeply tanned with a cool, soft undertone, complimented by his bright brown eyes. Though you'd think with his stature he'd be quite the intimidating figure, he carried himself very lightly, a polite smile could be found on his face most of the time during these meetings and he'd dressed fairly casually for the affair. A plain navy blue jacket over a white dress shirt, accompanied by matching dress pants, shoes, and a tie was what he'd chosen to wear today. A stark difference from the regalia worn by some at the table.
The meeting began, and almost immediately, the President of the northern nation Helysia spoke up in a calm and amiable tone. With a smile, he made a simple statement, claiming that, with no offense towards the others at the table, Helysia should be the head of this organization, due to its technological advancement.
It didn't take a genius to know that President London Tumanskov had probably said that as a slight dig to his fellow leaders at the table. He was nothing if not a proud man, and he took every opportunity to remind everyone how well his fatherland is doing under his leadership. He was reasonably tall, with a healthy build that no doubt made him exceptional in athletics or combat in his youth. He had pale skin with an almost flushed undertone, with greying black hair cut short and neat, and a bushy mustache sat right below a rosy, aquiline nose. These features befitting of an older man didn't do much to lessen his somewhat movie star looks though, he had a square jaw and a winning smile he flashed at any given opportunity. He either looked like a suave classy older gentleman or a kind and caring father. But as soon as his warm, toothy smile fades, you were left with an expression that radiated an almost dangerous sense of control.
Most of the leaders were silent, they'd grown used to Tumanskov's attitude, and even if they were annoyed by it, he had a point. Helysia had devoted itself to progress and technology, not to mention the fact that Helysia's armed forces are the largest and most well equipped on the planet. Speaking up against him is a dangerous risk to take... luckily, there was at least one man there bold enough to stand up to him.
All eyes at the table went to the President of Manabriar, a large nation devoted to the faith of the Great Fable. He spoke out against the cold man of the north, accused him of being a tyrant who would completely mismanage a peaceful organization like this. He was the man's younger, and his country wasn't as well-equipped to throw its weight around as Tumanskov's, but he was Cedar Reed, the man who was going to lead Manabriar to a new age of prosperity, the youngest man ever elected president, he'd promised to stand up for his country and dammit that's what he was gonna do.
And that's probably where everything went wrong.
Quartz Actinolite, the Queen of Erena, a small tropical island nation took Tumanskov's side, saying she had complete faith in him as a leader. Erimos's President Blond accused Quartz of only siding with Tumanskov out of fear of his military. The Queen of the small nation of Heartland, Carmine Million, believed she should rule, whilst the Queen of neighboring Rookstone, Snow Platinum, thought that anybody other than Tumanskov or Million would be a good leader. Mustang sank into his seat a bit, sighing and proposing that everyone could just be equals. Reed wholeheartedly agreed with that, as did Platinum, but Tumanskov was disgusted with the idea of taking the advice of a Faunus, who he deemed a lower lifeform. Reed was quick to get back on him, accusing him of being a small minded bigot, and Actinolite responded by accusing Blond of being just as much as a bigot as Trumanskov, who himself pointed out that he discredited the Faunus for 'scientific reasons', whereas Blond dismissed them due to a fairy tale, or as he referred to it, his religion.
There was no going back from this. The battle lines had been drawn, the alliance of Erena and Helysia were to declare war upon Manabriar, Erimos, Amicissia, Heartland, and Rookstone. Unfortunately, Amicissia and Erimos weren't very well armed. They still supported each other, but Manabriar would be doing most of the heavy lifting, with some help from Rookstone and Heartland as well. They dubbed their alliance against the twin terrors of Erena and Helysia MAEHR and set out to put troops all along the Helysian border, in both Manabriar and Erimos. But realistically, they didn't stand that good of a chance against Helysia's forces.
Battles raged as you'd expect them to, with soldiers, with pilots, with gunners, but eventually, something very different happened. A platoon, forty soldiers, were wiped out completely by a single squad.
Because that squad was led by a huntsman.