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Authors note: Here it is… finally. Sorry for the delay, we had a lot to cover in this chapter but we hope you'll enjoy reading this.
Why were CF-18's and F-16's deployed? Simple, the RCAF only has CF-18's while USAF F-16's are fairly old planes that are more than adequate for the task.
While some parallels can be made between the Catholic faith and the Brimiric Faith… they are not the same. As such, it's not really Protestants helping Catholics against other Protestants. As for the Vatican, it won't really get involved since they don't have any reason to given that it's another religion that worships a different god in another world. They simply don't have anything to gain.
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What the Future Holds
A large crowd was gathered in front of the burnt out remains of Londinium's Republican Palace. A great platform had been erected on which many of the key nobles that had not left during the invasion stood. In front of them, stood a pale woman with purple hair and a dark, scandalously cut dress: Sheffield.
"Faithful people of Albion!" she addressed the crowd, her voice amplified by magic, "I have ill news for you! Our enemies, through blasphemous pacts, have consorted with ruthless powers that know not of the True Faith to defeat us in Tristain."
Murmurs began spreading through the crowds. The tales of mysterious explosions destroying entire harbors and ships from the heavens in the southern part of the country had reached Londinium. Had the Tristainians summoned demons of some kind?
"When I last I saw our most Holy Lord-Protector, he had ordered me to return to the White Country to summon more pious servants and guide it until his triumphant return. Alas, he was defeated by our treacherous enemies and their faithless allies! They now mock us by holding him and our brave warriors as prisoners and as vulgar trophies to their short-lived victory!"
Shouts of indignation could be heard across the crowds, people screaming for blood and vengeance.
"Death upon the Tristainians!" some shouted, "Burn the heretics!"
Sheffield raised her hand to demand silence.
"I heard your calls for vengeance and retribution. I see the fire that burns in your hearts that demands justice for this affront. Let us, in the name of Brimir and the Holy Founder, dedicate all of our efforts in defeating Tristain and her allies! Let us do all that is needed to save our Lord-Protector!"
The crowd cheered once more, professing their faith in Brimir while the gathered nobles applauded politely behind Sheffield. Most of them didn't appeared to have the same fervor as the common people.
What Sheffield didn't realize was her speech had an additional audience. Part of it was in the crowd itself, hidden under cloaks but watching intently. The rest was watching from within Londinium through binoculars. They'd be watching through a sniper scope too, but the damn thing had busted three nights ago and replacement parts were hard to come by here.
The intelligence force on the ground in Albion itself numbered about two dozen operatives combined from the US and Canada and included members from the CIA's secretive Special Activities Division. These men were paramilitary and recruited from Special Forces units.
This speech was being recorded and would be sent back ASAP. The woman giving it wasn't unfamiliar to anyone in the intelligence scene, just irrelevant; they knew she was Cromwell's secretary. But she hadn't been seen being so proactive before. By the looks of the nobility behind her, it wasn't just Earth surprised with the change.
Either way, all the people on that stage represented a possible resuming of hostilities. And the woman was particularly sought after for her closeness to Cromwell. The old man's injuries had seen him fall into sickness. Earth medicine wasn't going to let him die, but you couldn't try in court or, more importantly, question a comatose man.
Word was sent back, and by the end of the day a course of action was being debated by the higher authorities in each country. There was an unofficial ceasefire ongoing and by all accounts they had Albion's population scared and unwilling. No one wanted that to change. Right now, what everyone was hoping for was that Albion would come to the table. And if radical elements filled in the power vacuum, that wouldn't happen. Both sides mutually agreed they needed to keep that from happening.
The kill and capture orders went out. The following night, Special Forces teams were in Albion. SEALs would be the one capturing Sheffield from the government building she'd been tracked to with only a light guard. JTF-2 and the intelligence operatives were working to mark the manors where the nobles that had been on the stage lived. Extraction helicopters and even backup extraction helicopters hovered a few miles outside the city. A timetable was already set up: The secretary and the SF would be on a Chinook over the ocean and the intelligence agents melted into the countryside by the time the airstrikes came in.
This wasn't shock and awe; the team intended to enter quietly and subdue the target while she was sleeping.
Guards silently fell without knowing what had hit them as the team moved in the shadows of the small building. The men darted through the well-furnished hallways and stairs in search of their quarry, their light steps making barely any sounds.
Finally, they reached their target. A bedroom.
The men moved into position before the door, weapons they breached.
"HANDS IN THE AIR!" the point man shouted as he entered the small room. Much to his surprise, rather than a sleeping woman, the target was well awake and surrounded by a magical purple light that rapidly engulfed her body.
"Fools!" Sheffield cackled mockingly as the light swallowed her and disappeared before a shot could be fired. The magical light dissipated, and the room was suddenly empty. Their target was gone. The entire team entered the room and fanned out, by they were alone.
"Bitch," the team leader cursed before contacting his superiors. "Command, Red Leader. Capture mission has failed. The target teleported away."
"Teleported?" They'd made extensive study of magic in their time here, but teleportation wasn't something that had ever come up.
"Yes, target disappeared in a flash of purple light. We'll do a quick search before exfiltration."
"Understood, over."
The search was fruitless, Sheffield having left no valuable documents inside her bedroom. The team evacuated as the sound of explosions echoed throughout Londinium. As the shocked denizens ran outside, they saw thick plumes of smoke rising and raging fires that lit up the city while the special forces team faded into the shadows. The terrified town guard soon realized that whatever had caused those explosions had only targeted one thing: noble dwellings, those used by those Cromwell had placed directly below him in the new government. A single thought ran through their minds.
How had they angered the Founder to deserve such holy retribution?
And back in Tristain and on Earth, meetings were already being help on this newly observed magical feat.
There was something that was inevitable from the moment the revelation of Louise's true magical affinity was revealed: she'd have to sit down and have a talk with her parents. Éléonore was there too. How the little mage wished that Cattleya was here! The kind but sickly second daughter of the Vallières was always a reassuring presence for Louise.
She looked nervously at her parents who sat across her, both with severe expressions while Éléonore leaned against a nearby wall, her arms crossed. Louise had no idea how this conversation would go. Her parents had always criticized her for her apparent lack of magical affinity.
"Louise," her father started gravely. The mage looked at her father whose gaze was inscrutable as he and her mother looked at her, "How long have you known about this?"
"O-only since Professor Colbert mentioned it." She mumbled. "A little while before the Queen was coronated.
"Why did you not tell us of this?" Karin asked neutrally, "Why did you hide such a serious matter from us?" It could've been so easy to blame the spies, but Louise knew that was barely part of the real reason: she didn't believe it herself.
"Because-because I couldn't believe it and didn't want to disappoint anymore you," she said quietly as she held her head down, "What if it wasn't true?"
The room fell silent at her confession. It was a few moments before anyone finally spoke up.
"Looking back, it makes sense." Her mother held a hand to her head. "You were never capable of casting anything related to the four elements."
Her father and sister slowly nodded as they digested the information. After the four elements were disproven, there was only one possibility left even if it was rare. They'd criticized her on it for so long, and now they were the ones who looked foolish, as much as they resented having to admit it.
"Hmph." That little noise came from Éléonore. "Louise is still a naive little child. Do you really think that she can control such powers?"
"Be quiet." The duchess silenced her oldest. "Louise, you don't remember actually casting the spell that won the battle?"
"N-no." Her mother closed her eyes but her face remained unexpressive.
"So we are still at the same place." Her sister stated. Louise couldn't control her magic.
"That is the case but Void Magic is all but lost to us Eleonore," the Duchess pointed out, "Controlling your powers will require great effort, Louise."
"Y-yes Mother."
"There is also a more pressing matter concerning your station: As of know, you are not just a daughter of the House of Vallière but now an important figure for the people of Tristain. The Founder's gift to you comes with great responsibility that you will have to uphold with dignity, honour and respect," her mother explained, "We shall make sure that you will live up to the expectations that come with such a station."
"Y-yes Mother," Louise said with nervosity in her voice, not daring to face her mother.
"You will face me when you talk and we will work in putting steel into your voice!" Her mother commanded, making Louise jump.
"Yes Mother!" Louise said with more volume and something close to eye contact. It was a start.
"You won't be returning to the academy." Her mother stated. Even if it reopened, she would not learn the things she need to there. "Your new home will be here in the Queen's court." She exchanged a look with her husband, one that translated an unspoken message. "And I will be staying with you."
"What?" Louise went a little pale. "But what about the Valliere's holdings?"
"Your father will manage them. I need to be here to train you to be a proper part of the Queen's court. And to keep watch on you and that boy." Louise blushed.
"You have been blessed by the Founder. Our family has been blessed." Her father stated sternly. "Do not sully his gift, Louise."
"Yes father." Louise bowed her head in respect. If she'd got the courage to look away for just a moment, she would've seen her older sister's face turning a plum color of angry as honor and importance was thrown on her shoulders.
"You will go with your father too, Éléonore." Their mother declared, and she looked like she was going to protest before being fixed with a hard glare. "You are a member of our family and have just as much responsibility in maintaining our holdings. Those Germanian upstarts will not see any weakness from us. You will assist your father in managing them." Éléonore may have been a bully to Louise, but both were but scared children beneath their mother.
"Of course mother." She conceded, although she tilted her head just enough that only Louise saw her glaring at her.
"I believe we've said all that is needed to be said." Lady Valliere stood up. "You should return home." She told her husband. "Come, Louise." She commanded her daughter to rise. "We will see if the Queen requires any assistance."
Louise got up and followed her without a word.
There was a very different conversation taking place at the American consulate. Saito and Hayate had both gone so they could find a phone that would reach Earth. They hadn't checked in with home since before the Coronation Attack, and that had been just over a week ago now.
"Mom's going to be mad at us…" Saito realized, shuddering at the thought of facing her wrath. His brother nodded and gulped as they walked in the hallways.
"Let's hope dad managed to calm her a bit."
"Right this way you two," an embassy worker said as he led them to a secured room, "The phone call has been set up."
Entering the room, there was a wooden table with luxurious chairs around them. On the table, there was a phone and a pitcher of water waiting for the two brothers.
"Thank you and please tell Ambassador Fitzgerald thank you from us," Hayate said to the worker as they sat down.
"You're welcome and I shall tell him that."
After a quick setup, the employee left while the brothers waited for someone at home to pick up the phone, their conference call having been arranged so they could reach home at a reasonable time.
"Hello?" a male finally said as the ringing stopped, "This is Hiraga Ichika."
"Euh… hey Dad!" Saito said nervously, "How's it-"
"I saw everything on TV!" his father exclaimed over the phone, "I'm not sure if I should be happy that you did something to help save the day or angry that you got caught in this whole messy war! Is Hayate with you?!"
"Yeah dad, we're both fine right now," Hayate answered, "I wasn't involved in any fighting so don't worry about me."
"Where were you both?" He asked. "The news said the city over there was invaded… and what do you mean that you weren't involved in any fighting?"
"We were both safe in the city. The Queen had us inside the Palace while the battle was going on. I was treating injured people while everything was happening."
Ichika didn't seem satisfied with that answer.
"And what about you Saito?" he asked pointedly, "I saw what you did on TV. I think your uncle would have been really proud of what you did. But-"
Saito and Hayate heard a feminine familiar voice in the background, followed by their father answering it. The rapid sound of footsteps could suddenly be heard.
"Saito, Hayate! Thank the heavens you're both alive!" Their mother almost shouted into the phone. She was crying tears of happiness and anger.
"Mom, we're both fine as well," Saito answered, trying to calm her down, "We're ok now."
"Young man… why did you fight during the Coronation attack?" she asked half fearful, half angry, "It was not your job. You didn't have to that."
The youngest Hiraga was silent for a moment. He just didn't know what to say to his mother.
"Why won't you come home?" she pleaded, "Y-you could be safe here, both of you."
Both brothers held back sighs. Saito knew he couldn't come back even if he wanted to while Hayate was here because of his research team.
"Mom, you know that I'm still under my professor's orders and he's still here," Hayate explained calmly, "Unless if he wants to go back, I can't."
Their mother sobbed some more.
"There's nothing I can do without risking my career," he sighed.
"B-But Saito, you don't have any reason to stay don't you?" She was desperate as she waited for her youngest's answer.
"I can't come back… and you know it," he said sadly, "I have friends here I don't want to leave and I want to stay with Louise. Even if I didn't have them, I'm still officially missing according to the government."
Their mother sobbed even more. As much as she had wanted to argue, they were both right… and legally adults in Japan.
"Look mom, I think we're gonna be fine." Saito argued as best as he could, "I mean the war's already over and there's no way anyone over here would think of starting another one. We're gonna stay safe while helping out as much as we can."
"You both know I won't stop worrying." Nasu replied tearfully.
"We'll do our best to stay safe ok?" Hayate pressed on, "I'll be in a hospital and Saito'll be at a school with his girlfriend."
Their mother sighed.
"There's nothing I can do to get you to come back," she realized, her heart heavy with sorrow, "Please… both of you stay safe."
"We will," both brothers said in unison.
"Bye... and we love you both," their mother said sadly before the call ended. The two young adults stood there.
"Hayate?" Saito spoke hesitantly.
"Yeah, little brother?"
"I really feel bad about having to do that." There was regret in his voice.
"Same here," Hayate sighed, "But that's part of being a grown up Saito. We have hard choices to make and I had to do the same when I left for my studies. Just that mom and dad know where you are is enough for them. Trust me."
"I guess so… but I still don't like it."
"Neither do I, but it's what we have to do." He patted him on the shoulder. "Come on. We still got work to do."
Halkegenia HQ had been a stopgap measure to address an immediate crisis. But now that that crisis was mostly over, it was time to start carrying out the politicians' will: making a permanent fixture in the region. The resources were there, they just had to find them a place to stay. As pleasant and convenient as it was logistically, the Academy was ruled out by virtue of the facts the Tristainians would very much like it to reopen and having such a sensitive installation near a area where international populations were heavy was counterproductive not to mention unsafe.
Clément-sur-Mer was ruled out for being right on the border and because it was already built as a monitoring and interdiction point.
There was one place that could work: Tristainia itself. Its central location and the Queen's proximity made it a good choice. Most of it and the personnel had already been flown in, and the transfer was going to be complete fairly soon.
But one thing was staying at the Academy: the makeshift prison camp. And it wasn't just staying- it was expanding. Both parties had agreed to make it the single POW camp in the country. A long file of weary, battered men were walking out of the capital under heavy guard. They were the survivors of the failed assault on the capital. It had been strange times for them. Despite being prisoners, they were surprisingly well fed and treated by the otherworldly soldiers. As they were being led, the Albion prisoners saw another group of Earth soldiers, with different uniforms. The newcomers took position and began issuing orders to them. What stood out was their accent when they spoke Albionian… it was unnervingly similar to the ones in Albion itself.
The column was led to trucks where they were loaded on before being carried away. Little did they know that their British guards were just as surprised at the accent similarities as they were.
Meanwhile, within the walls of Tristainia, another heavily guarded convoy was moving, this time towards the Royal Palace.
The convoy came to a halt before their passengers disembarked. It was the commanders of the North American Forces in Halkeginia. Agnes was there to greet them.
"General Carignan?" she asked before a blonde woman with short hair walked to her. Her sharp gaze showed her experience.
"That would be me," she nodded, "You must be Chevalier de Milan, leader of her Majesty Corps?"
"Indeed, I am."
The group was led through the Palace's grand hallways. It was still evident that it had been used recently as a shelter as there were still injured recovering inside the building. Agnes led them to the war room where voices could be heard discussing.
"Your Majesty, I present to you General Jennie Carignan of the Canadian Army and Colonel James Coleman of the United States Army."
"Welcome to Tristainia," Henrietta greeted before introducing the North Americans to her senior commanders.
Unlike their Tristainian counterparts who had donned their ballroom clothes, General Carignan and Colonel Coleman were dressed in combat uniforms and body armour.
"It is a pleasure to meet you all," the Canadian officer said as she looked at the gathered nobles, "I am very impressed by the courage and tenacity that you have displayed in the defense of the capital."
"Thank you General Carignan," Henrietta said, "My commanders and I were looking forward to discuss with you of our current military situation and efforts."
"My leaders have ordered to do so."
They gathered over a rudimentary map of Tristain with various flags placed on them.
"As you can see, most of our armies are gathered in the capital or in the nearby regions," du Poitier explained, "Many nobles have left their holdings to come here on her Majesty's orders. The lands between here and the coast were abandoned in order to defend the capital."
"I have no doubt that Albion deserters are still pillaging the countryside," Carignan said, "My forces are still organizing search and destroy missions to find them."
"We are very appreciative as many of our armies have suffered casualties and will require time to rebuild," Henrietta replied, "I cannot allow my people to suffer."
"Speaking of casualties, have you been able to get a final count yet?" Colonel Coleman asked.
Du Poitier looked grimly at a pile of reports as he answered.
"We are still counting, but our numbers are easily in the thousands. Wounded, dead... and many lords are dead. It will take at least a year to rebuild the armies. That is if the treasuries would be able to sustain such an effort."
"Our borders with Germania and Gallia are gravely undermanned," Marshall Grammont stated, "Many of our border forts and outposts can only be manned by skeleton garrisons at the moment."
Carignan crossed her arms, her face deep in thought. This was a serious situation as Tristain was vulnerable from foreign attacks… and by extension, North America. Yet it presented opportunities that the veteran leaders could propose to their superiors.
"Thank you for the reports," she finally said, "My leaders on Earth will be highly appreciative of them."
"What course of action would they have?" Henrietta asked.
"Presently, I am unable to answer that given that you will be meeting our leaders. I am certain that they will discuss that with you, your Majesty." Carignan answered, "But with these reports, they will be able to cooperate with you on such a matter.
"What of the territory that your armies have secured?" Du Poitier asked, "How will they be administered?"
"More importantly, will your forces be living off the lands?" Duke Valliere hastily added. Despite what he had heard from the Earth leaders, he still had his doubts.
"Our forces will be supplied and they will not demand anything from the Tristainian people," Carignan assured, "They'll maintain the local order and distribute aid as necessary until a time you can re-establish your authority."
"Your Highness." Delage quickly whispered in Henrietta's ear. "A great many lords and their families have died...their lands will have to return to the Crown's direct authority." More for Henrietta's plate.
"Than I task you to restore royal authority upon these land in my name, First Minister Delage." she ordered, considering how it would grow her own power despite how distasteful it was in her mind to profit from the deaths of others.
"Once you have restored your authority, we will leave those lands at your convenience." Carignan concluded, "Should you wish for our forces to remain, you can ask our leaders if you want."
"Thank you General Carignan. Is there any matters that require my presence," Henrietta asked.
"Not with you, your Majesty; you can return to your other duties. We would like to discuss with your commanders deeper aspects of our cooperation."
"Very well." Henrietta nodded. "General Du Poitier, keep me informed."
"Of course Queen Henrietta."
At the Earth camps surrounding the capital, today was an unusual sight for the Tristainians who were looking at them. Over the past few days, decorations had appeared inside the camps. They were crude and rudimentary, but some were actually genuine; one Canadian soldier had somehow gotten an inflatable Christmas tree sent in a care package, something the Tristainians marveled at.
It had been nearly two weeks since the great battles against Albion. Since then, the troops were engaged in reconstruction efforts, humanitarian aid and mopping up the remaining, scattered enemy bands in the countryside. The patrols were monotonous though a few firefights did erupt, usually largely one-sided with the allied forces winning everyone of them. The Albionian stragglers did get lucky a few times, injuring half a dozen men mildly but nothing severe. As for reconstruction and humanitarian efforts, it was hard work that was well rewarded for both Earth and Tristainian soldiers. The expressions of gratitude made it all worthwhile despite occasional bitching by the men.
Some things never changed.
But today, was a calm day for many soldiers. It was Christmas. Lieutenant Huynh was walking through one of the camps, happily whistling Christmas songs. He could occasionally see off-duty soldiers wandering around with Santa caps. It was kind of absurd given that it was either spring or early summer in this world while winter had begun early back home.
Not that he'd complain. He cursed the bitter winters of Canada every year and this was a welcome change from the yearly routine.
A crowd of American and Canadian soldiers were gathered around a TV, happily watching a movie as Huynh made his way over. Someone had hooked everything needed to a nearby generator. Someone even put a sign saying 'Cinema'.
"Excuse me but what's playing?" he asked one of his fellow Canadians.
"Oh euh Black Hawk Down sir."
"Classic," he grinned as he found himself a spot to watch, "Just like back home." Looks like the Army's Christmas tradition lived on even here.
He enjoyed watching the movie and its well made scenes.
'Thank god the locals don't have AK's!' he mused darkly as he watched the Somalis fight the American troops. He suddenly heard an insistent voice.
"Come on guys!" Saito said excitedly as he dragged Louise with him, followed by Guiche, Malicorne, Kirche and Tabitha, "I think they're watching a movie over here!"
"I hope it's not something perverted!" the pinkette shot back.
"I don't think they'd watch porn like that," Saito replied defensively, "I'm gonna ask what movie is it."
"Porn?" Malicorne asked curiously as Saito reddened, not wanting to explain what that meant.
"Is it those plays you told me about Saito?" Guiche asked as they walked, allowing a quick respite.
"Yeah!" Saito than looked at one of the soldiers there and asked what movie was playing before getting his answer.
"So what exactly is this play going to be about?" Kirche asked as she eyed the good looking troops.
"It's called Black Hawk Down," the boy explained, "It's about a battle that the American Army fought a long time ago."
"Aren't you kids kind of young to watch this kind of movie though?" the same soldier asked as he looked at them skeptically. The novelty of kids wandering into the camps had long since worn off, especially since they were technically allied officers in certain cases. At least rank courtesy wasn't necessary because of the nonexistence of certain ranks and the fact that some were pressed into leadership roles because of family obligations.
"Oh I already watched Black Hawk Down back home," Saito answered, "And we're all old enough anyways."
"Alright grab a seat kid."
It was… confusing for the Halkeginians to say the least. They had many questions about the battle and war depicted by the movie. Why were the Americans in such a strange, sand filled land? What was the UN? What was this war about?
A few patient soldiers and Saito did their best to explain the movie's context while trying to enjoy it at the same time. Eventually, they merely told the group to simply remember any questions they had and asked them at the end.
It amazed them at how life-like the movie was. Kirche was enjoying the sight of the handsome actors playing the various characters while Guiche and Malicorne looked impressed at the tough brave men ending into battle. Saito was having a blast, enjoying one of the things he missed most from Earth while Louise joined in the fun. Tabitha looked on, her usual indifference showing. However, a disturbing thought began to emerge in the minds of the Halkeginians: a very realistic retelling of a brutal battle was as mere entertainment… enjoyed by anyone on Earth!
At some point, Guiche began to space out and his breathing began to become ragged as he watched the merciless firefights rage between the Americans and the Somalis and the brutal, messy results. Sweat formed on his brow as his heart suddenly began beating faster.
"Hey, you ok there man?!" one of the soldiers waved his hand in front of Guiche's face, trying to catch his attention. The rest of the soldiers started looking in the young noble's direction too, all getting the same idea.
"Guiche?!" Saito exclaimed frantically, "What's going on?"
"Get him to a medic!" one of the soldiers shouted as some of the others got up from their seats.
"Don't worry buddy," another said reassuringly as he and a pair of Americans guided Guiche away, "You're gonna be alright ok?"
Saito tried to reach Guiche through the mass of men.
"H-hey what's happ-"
The teen was shoved out of the way by an annoyed Canadian soldier.
"Get out of the fucking way tabarnak! We're trying to get him some help!" They all seemed to know what they were doing, but it still left the Halkagenians who'd witnessed it confused.
"That kid's been mind fucked." One of the soldiers who'd stayed behind remarked. And they went back to watching their movie like nothing had happened, leaving their foreign guests even more stunned.
While the miniature Christmas celebrations happened in the city, a few patrols spotted something coming in from the South: A lone rider on a white dragon. They'd seen them before- it was the local's way of running a messaging system- so they didn't immediately react. But they did have a problem when it started flying directly over the camps outside the city. They just figured he was an over-curious rider still not over the novelty of the Earth forces.
Julio studied the strange camps that had appeared around Tristainia. Green tents and strange, horseless wagons dotted the land while musketeers patrolled them. Others seemed to be more relaxed as they walked almost casually. It added to the further strange rumours of massive armoured wagons and nimble airships he had heard when he was in Gallian inns near the border with Tristain. Yet… these newcomers did not appear hostile to his presence.
Only one place would have the answers to the Pope's question and so Julio Chesaré flew towards the Royal Palace of Tristainia. He glanced at the broken city below, seeing more tents as well as lines of people getting food from the horseless carts. People were also busy rebuilding and cleaning up the streets.
The Palace stood out, its majestic outline marred by a few scars from the recent battle. Julio landed in front of the main gate as a crowd began to gather around him, recognizing his clothing. A group of women in green armour approached him.
"Greetings, I am Julio Chesaré, Emissary to His Eminence, Pope Vittorio Serevare, Saint-Aegis the 32nd, Shield of the Founder." he introduced himself to Agnes and the musketeers who kneeled before him, "I am here on His Eminence's behalf as he has requested that I speak with her Majesty, Queen Henrietta of Tristain."
The gathered crowd began to murmur, quite loudly. The Musketeers were immediately humbled before the emissary, if not for their belief in Brimir than the powerful institution he represented.
"Emissary, I am Chevalier Agnes de Milan, head of her guards. My Musketeers and I shall take you to her," Agnes said formally, "It shall not be long."
"Thank you Chevalier de Milan," the emissary said as he was led into the Palace. He noted the crowds of commoners still taking shelter inside the Palace. It was a warming thing to see, although only because it fell in with his Eminence's own philosophy when it came to commoners. It was a true show of piety. Finally arriving in the throne room, he could see both Cardinal Mazarin and Queen Henrietta waiting for him, the latter sitting on her throne.
"Greetings Emissary Chesaré," Henrietta said reverently as she bowed her head, "I welcome you to the humble court of the Blessed Realm of Water. What does his Eminence wish of us?"
Julio bowed in response.
"His Eminence wishes for me to send his congratulations for your victories against the Albionian heresy," he praised, "He is happy that a Blessed Realm has proven its faith by defeating such an enemy. No doubt that the Founder is pleased with your actions."
"His words are welcomed in the Realm of Water. They are most recomforting in these dire times."
Julio nodded in agreement.
"The Founder shall guard you and Tristain your Majesty," he said warmly before switching to a more serious, "His Eminence also wishes to learn more about the allies that have aided you in this battle. According to what we have heard, they are powerful beyond measure."
Henrietta nodded in agreement.
"Canada and the United States are indeed mighty lands," she answered, "But they are also very generous and fair in their dealings with us."
"I have seen their camps outside the city and they are impressive. How might I reach their lands to talk?"
"They have a system in their world of using 'Ambassadors'- men who stay in other countries with their retinues and convey messages from their leadership at home and work on a daily basis to further relations between the host nation and their homelands. They can aid you." Henrietta explained as she stood up, "Please follow me. I have the means to swiftly set up a meeting with them."
"Yes your Majesty."
She led him to one of her small offices near the throne room where a strange black device sat on the table. The queen picked up the device before pressing a series of buttons. She spoke into the device, asking for a meeting with Ambassador Ambroise before shutting off the device and redoing the same thing, except this time, it was for a man named Fitzgerald.
"Emissary Chesaré, the Ambassadors shall arrive shortly," she said once everything was done, "Would you like refreshments while we await their arrival? No doubt that your travels have been demanding."
"I thank you for your generous offer your Majesty," he said as Henrietta summoned a servant and they sat down with refreshments, some of which Julio didn't recognize.
"I have heard some fantastical tales about your victory here." Julio mentioned after some time passed.
"Yes, the people of Tristain banded together to save our lands from Cromwell's armies," she explained, "Every one of my subjects fought with bravery to defend what we held dear. Here in the capital, there are tales of heroes who gave their lives so that Tristain may endure. The Founder gave us his Strength and Fortitude that allowed us to prevail during these hard times."
"No doubt that your faith will shield your lands from much hardships."
"Yes," she nodded.
"There are also…" Julio paused briefly, "rumours of a miracle that help win your battle."
Henrietta's face remained stoic, but questions were already running through her minds. Did the Papacy already know about Louise's powers?
"Powerful magic not heard of since the legendary times when the Founder still walked these lands."
It confirmed the sense of dread that was building in the pit of her stomach.
"Is this true your Majesty?" Julio pressed on, "That someone blessed by the Founder himself won this battle?"
"Yes it is true," she finally answered, "A Void Mage walks amongst the Tristainian court. It is a blessing from Brimir that shall forever be treasured by myself and Tristain."
"You must take me to him," Julio demanded, "So that I may see this blessing."
Before Henrietta could answer, Agnes entered the room.
"Your Majesty, Emissary," she bowed, "The ambassadors have arrived."
"Very well, please bring them here."
Agnes left the room for a short moment before returning with a group of men that were unlike any Julio had seen before. Two men in very simple but elegant clothes. No doubt these two were the ambassadors. One had almost pitch black skin while the other looked like he could pass as Halkeginian were it not for his clothes. Some of the guards were imposing musketeers, some with well hidden faces, but others were dressed not unlike the men they protected.
"Greeting Ambassadors."
Both men bowed.
"Greetings your Majesty."
"I hope that you are both well."
They nodded before Julio cleared his throat.
"Please allow me to introduce myself," he said pleasantly, "I am Julio Cesaré, Emissary to Pope Vittorio Severare, Saint-Aegis the 32nd and Shield of the Founder."
"I am pleased to meet you Emissary Chesaré. I am Ambassador Thomas Fitzgerald of the United States of America." the American said before being followed by Ambroise.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Emissary Chesaré. I am Ambassador Richard Ambroise of Canada. It is a privilege for both of us to finally meet a representative of Romalia and of Pope Vittorio's court."
Both men spoke
"I am happy to meet you both. It is quite a interesting system that your realms have devised to maintain relations with other kingdoms." Julio commented, "His Eminence has been hearing many tales about your kingdoms and is quite curious about them."
"We can understand his curiosity," Ambroise replied before turning to Henrietta, "Our leaders will be pleased that you have arranged for this meeting so quickly."
The queen smiled.
"We are also quite interested in opening relations with his Eminence," Fitzgerald said.
"His Eminence would be quite open to relations with your lands." Julio replied, "Though would it possible for me to visit the camps you have set up around Tristainia first? I am quite intrigued by them."
"I believe that we would need approval from our armies' commanders," Ambroise stated as he pulled out his cellphone, "Though it should not be too difficult. Please allow me a moment."
After a few moments of talking in Albionian, he hung up.
"I have received authorisation for your visit, Emissary Chesaré. Her Majesty is also invited to join us. She can help bridge the gap between our worlds." he said.
"Thank you for your swiftness," Julio complimented, "Such expediency is impressive Ambassadors."
"We strive for excellence. Our military will arrange for something."
"Wonderful," Julio said, "I am still wondering something. Where are your lands, exactly?"
"Well, no doubt that you have heard about the Portal near the Tristainian Academy." Fitzgerald said plainly, "We are from the other side. Our world is called Earth and our two nations border each other on the continent of North America. Despite the efforts of both sides, we've yet to discover why this portal opened."
"I see." He noted that as important. "Would it possible for me to visit your lands? I am quite fascinated."
"That is something that only our leaders can decide." Ambroise answered as one of his guards signalled for them to leave for the tour. It was the first of many deflections Julio would hear from the men.
The tour was predictable yet interesting for the Romalian man. The soldiers, despite their strange uniforms and armours were simply musketeers, albeit with very advanced weapons. The work they were doing was not usual. It was construction work and charity work. It was how they were doing it with the Tristainians. The ambassadors described the various machines and their basic operation to Julio. Horseless carriages called trucks ferried materials, supplies and men around while their tools made clearing debris easier.
It was not completely unfamiliar to him. Some of the strange items he saw were eerily similar to those housed in the relic-filled secret vaults under Romalia's greatest cathedral. He mentally noted this fact. Perhaps they were from the worlds were the relics originated from, just as the Pope suspected. He probed the fact.
"Tell me, do your countries build all these yourselves?"
"Yes," Ambassador Fitzgerald answered as they walked on a ruined street near the walls, "The United States is well-known for being an economic juggernaut in our world."
"Canada imports many of its wares from the United States," Ambroise added, "But we are also able to produce large amounts of goods that are being used here."
"Fascinating," Julio replied, his curiosity ever increasing, "I have never seen such constructs." he lied, "Perhaps could we arrange for some of these to be brought to Romalia? Have you traded with these nations for some of these devices your Majesty?"
"No." There was surprising firmness in his guide's voice when they cut in. "We do not sell weapons."
"You do not?"
Ambroise nodded.
"The selling of weaponry and military equipment is extremely regulated on Earth," he explained, "It is almost forbidden and quite difficult to sell them."
"Than have you traded anything with Tristain?"
"Yes, we have been trading many commodities with their businessmen and gained much wealth from it," Henrietta answered, "As well as knowledge. They have sent us many of their agricultural experts to help bolster our crops. In exchange, we have allowed them to study how magic works in order to see if magic can be combined with their science and technology."
That last detail caught Julio's attention. Combining the Founder's gift with another world's means was something that Pope Vittorio needed to know.
"Have these efforts been fruitful?"
"Very. Had it not been for Reconquista's attack, Tristain would have had its best harvest in its history." Henrietta explained sadly, "Much of it has been plundered or destroyed by the invasion."
"That is unfortunate but let us hope that the Founder bring you more bountiful harvests next year." Julio said, "What other goods have you traded?"
"Small commodities," Fitzgerald said, "such as clothes, exotic foods and alcohol to name a few as well as wood for warships."
"Our leaders did not wish to destroy Tristain's economy by introducing too many goods," Ambroise explained as they arrived at the entrance of a military camp.
"You must show me some of these goods your Majesty," Julio asked. Henrietta nodded.
"I have acquired some of them at the Royal Palace. I will show you when we return."
Entering the camp, Julio could see how the Earth soldiers were different from the orders and papal troops that guarded Romalia. Uniforms were standard while the men and women looked well fed and well built. He could see exercising on their off time while others were enjoying each other's company. Some things however stood out like fake green trees, ornamental vine and red caps on the heads of some soldiers.
"Are these part of your armies' camp?" he pointed to some Christmas decorations.
"These are merely temporary," Fitzgerald replied, "They are decoration for a holiday in our world called Christmas that is today."
"What does this holiday consist of?"
"It is a holiday where our people celebrate by reuniting with family and friends around homemade feasts. We also give each other presents as a way of showing appreciation to each other."
So far, no sign of a different faith.
"How did this holiday start?" Julio asked, "Was it a king that started this?"
"No one's quite sure. It goes back centuries before our countries even existed. It's tradition at this point." Ambroise explained politely as they kept walking, "Like Ambassador Fitzgerald said, it's a celebration of family and friendship."
Julio noticed some Earth soldiers sitting in rows while a man spoke before them. They began to pray.
"Excuse me but what are these men doing?" he asked, pointing to the seated men and what seemed to be a priest. At least he assumed; the man was dressed no differently, but his position standing at the front clued him in. After a slight delay, his question was answered.
"They are praying." Fitzgerald explained, deflecting the question and leading him away, "It is customary for some people in our world to pray for good tidings on Christmas day."
"To who do they pray then?"
"Those soldiers in particular? I do not know." The man was lying, but Julio didn't know that. "Religion is very diverse in our lands, and our citizens are free to worship however they please. All the different types live in harmony and will happily celebrate certain holidays together." It was an answer designed to be non-threatening.
"Do you not enforce one faith?"
"No, because our lands are founded by people who settled in from around our world to escape religious persecution. They built on the idea that any person can be free to worship however they please free of interference from either others or the government. They are free to change their faith if they believe it would bring them salvation."
"If people worshipping your Founder Brimir came to our land, they would be allowed to build a church to him and even encourage other people to follow in your faith," Ambroise explained, "My leaders would even grant the means to do so."
Julio turned that all over in his head. By these people's own words, they did not force heresy on others. If they spoke the truth. If anything… the Founder could even gain more devout followers. But he'd have to ask Queen Henrietta in private later. One important question remained.
"Who is it your people worship, exactly?" Julio asked. "We are led to believe it is not the Founder."
"No. Our world was created differently than yours. Something we've strived to do in our time here is understanding how each world is different and how they can co-exist despite their differences."
These men spoke with logic. Nothing in Brimir's teachings said he had power over other worlds.
"Thank you for your answer." Julio finally said, "His Eminence shall be pleased to learn about this. Perhaps it is best I speak to your disaffected now." He said to Henrietta next. "It may warm them to know the Church cares for their plight." The Romalia emissary had learned much so far, but one thing in particular: these people were trying to portray themselves as harmless as possible. And it could either be out an intention to avoid conflict...or stay innocent till they could initiate it.
The Ambassadors left them as Julio and Henreitta went to one of the many refugee camps that had been set up to help all those who'd just been displaced; fire, magic, and falling airships had destroyed great swaths of houses throughout the capital. All of the Tristainian commoners were gathered around the outworlders, waiting to receive food.
"I must say, your Highness," Julio started, "you seem remarkably unconcerned with how reliant your subjects are on these outworlders. Do you not fear usurpation?"
"America and Canada have put themselves at great risk to protect my position as Tristain's ruler." Henrietta shook her head. "They have no intention of ruling these lands."
"Yet it is they who hold control over some of your lands currently, is that correct?" He asked, giving her pause. "They are the ones leading many of these efforts to aid the people. I do not wish any offense your Highness, but Tristain seems very reliant on these people." He could see his words- words that Henrietta obviously believed would find their way back to the Pope's ear- were rattling her.
"Tristain is still its own realm and the Blessed Throne of Water still stands proud," she replied, hiding her own doubts from the Romalian, "We are still able to dictate the laws of this land and the path we take."
"I hope for your sake and pray that it remains so," Julio replied, "One Blessed Realm has already fallen to heresy."
The little comment was not lost on Henrietta. A frown appeared quickly on her face before she hid it from him.
"Tristain has and will always remain faithful to the teaching of Brimir." She said with a hint of crossness in her voice. "Now excuse me." She walked away from him, and Julio saw a sprinting messenger approaching before being blocked by guards.
At the very least, the Queen thought her people were still free and safe from false teachings.
'But was it the case?' Julio mused as he watched her speak with the messenger. The man had a clearly Germanian accent when spoke and his clothing betrayed his origins. The Blessed Realms and Germania had always tried to put the other under their thumb before; it was nothing new. But with a re-emergence of Void users, this was not the time for such. This was a time of unity, for all nations.
December was nearly over, and it was approaching three weeks since the invasion had been dealt with. The media had been allowed in to see the aftermath, the thousands of prisoners being treated humanely, and the efforts Earth was going through to help the wounded local population. Public support was high, and everyone was patting themselves on the back for the job well done. Everything, from the extremely speedy deployment of forces to the actual combat performance, couldn't have been done better insisted both governments.
But there was still the meeting between the three heads of state that people were waiting for, and they finally got their wish on the 28th, only a few days before the New Year. New York was ready. Security was tight with hundreds of officers roaming the streets.
The meeting would be at the Trump Tower, which would also be where the Tristainians would stay for their visit, and the fact had kicked off a media firestorm that nearly drowned out the much more interesting story of the day long war that had just been fought. This wasn't the first time a controversy over a Trump property had been waged; he had a history of going to his own venues. The argument was made that it had all the facilities needed and all proceeds were going to be donated back to the Treasury Department, meaning in theory that it cost nothing. Trump wouldn't have gotten anything from it anyway since he'd signed away any proceeds when taking office. This wasn't the first time Trump had done something like this before- he'd held talks with Shinzo Abe at Mar-a-Lago for instance- but on the pundits wailed all the way up till the day of.
Before the international meeting started though, Trudeau and Trump had a private meeting.
"We gotta be fierce here. This could make or break everything we've done up to this point," Trump said as he looked out the window into the busy streets below.
"We're looking for peace on all fronts." Trudeau replied while Trump nodded.
"Saving their lands is the furthest I'm willing to go," Trump said, "I'm not risking my men for a floating island in fantasy land."
"I don't believe anyone in our governments is interested in carrying on this war any longer." Trudeau agreed.
An Earth invasion of Albion simply wasn't happening. Neither man had seriously considered it, just out of the political cost, but their Armed Forces had looked at the option anyway. It wasn't technically impossible, but just unbearably difficult.
As a floating island, Albion could only be reached by air, and all Earth could manage in terms of air power was helicopters and small tactical fighters; the portal was simply too narrow for anything else. Any ground forces would have to be moved by helicopter, which limited it to a infantry only operation, and the supply chain would exclusively be by air. An invasion of Albion if it did happen would end up being the largest single largest airborne operation in history. There was no way Earth would rely on local airships for transportation.
"We've got other matters besides a lasting peace deal. I suppose you've heard about that Pope's messenger?" Trump asked, "From the looks of it, he's been snooping around alot."
Trudeau closed his eyes and crossed his arms.
"Yes I did. I have no doubt that the Romalian Papacy wants to know what we're up to and if we're a danger to their power. If they're anything like the Catholic church used to be, I have no doubt that they'll be trying to spy on us."
"Albion didn't have any luck and I don't think they will too." Trump scoffed disdainfully.
"If anything, this can be an opportunity for us." Trudeau remarked, "Send envoys and spies to see what kind of power the Romalian papacy is." That was a danger in itself; Romalia was a long way away from the portal. Definitely out of of range of most aircraft and past a country that was practically hostile to them. If something happened to a delegation, there wouldn't be much they could do.
No doubt that they were dogmatic and manipulative if the Catholic Church was anything comparable as well. Their diplomats would have to be very savvy.
"We pretty much have to, if this Pope can just wave his hand and turn everyone against us." Trump said while Trudeau nodded.
"It could also play into our hands as well if we can sway this man into being an ally."
"As long as it doesn't mean making ourselves look stupid." Trump remarked pointedly, still remembering Trudeau's infamous state trip to India. There was no way he'd play dress up the way the Canadian Prime Minister did.
"Mr. President, Prime Minister." An aide stuck their head into the room. "The delegation has arrived."
The Tristainian delegation's arrival in New-York was well covered by the media, having been ferried in by the Royal Canadian Air Force aboard CAN Force One. Reporters from everywhere had rushed to cover the events. As they arrived at La Guardia Airport, the delegation was in awe of the great city as they left in a guarded convoy. The many buildings dwarfed built anything in Halkeginia while the busy streets of New-York seemed to have more people in them than the entirety of Tristain. Montreal seemed like a small town compared to this city.
"Impressive," General du Poitier whispered as he looked at the city from the inside of the limousine, "How can you built such cities?"
"Through a lot of hard work and American willpower," Connors said. He was the State Department representative had served as liaison during the funeral that Henrietta had attended. Retasking him was a given.
"New-York City is one of our oldest cities in fact. It was founded almost 400 years ago when the first settlers arrived here."
"This city is only 400 years old?" Henrietta was surprised at how rapidly the city had been built up. Tristainia was built thousands of years ago but was nowhere near comparable to this place.
"Yes. This city holds a great deal of importance in the history of the United States since many people first came here before allowed to settle else in the country," Connors explained, "As well as our world."
"Your Majesty, New-York is one of the most famous cities on Earth," Saito said excitedly, "There are alot of great monuments and stores here. I've always wanted to visit New-York."
Louise was looking at the scenery with almost childlike awe at the New-York skyline.
"Not only that M. Hiraga but New-York is also one of the greatest economic hubs where many trade deals are made and companies are based," Connors explained, "As well as some of the greatest museums in the world."
"What are the great monuments you speak of?," Lady Vallière asked, "Are they dedicated to your nation's greatest victories?"
Connors shook his head.
"Not only to our victories but to our nation's very soul and aspirations. The most famous one we have here is the Statue of Liberty which was gifted to us by one of our old friends."
"That statue represents the American love of freedom right?" Saito asked, remembering what he learned about the United States.
"Lady Liberty represents not only that but also our desire for a better future for all people," he explained, "She symbolizes our desire to allow every person control of their destiny."
"It seems that your nation has a lot of importance to one's freedom," Lady Vallière remarked, "How does this not lead to chaos?"
"Through fair laws milady."
"Excuse me M. Connors," Louise asked, "But how do the people here live? It looks very noisy and busy."
"It's almost like my home city, Tokyo, actually," Saito answered, "People are just used to this."
"How can you defend such a large city?" Du Poitier asked, "I cannot see any walls or fortifications."
"The only way any attack can possibly come is from the sea. The US Navy dwarfs all others on Earth." Connors simply stated, "No one can match us at sea, and thus we have nothing to fear."
"What about the air?" He asked, remembering the air attacks on Albion.
"Not only do have the greatest Air Force, but in our world navies can fight against aircraft. We collaborate with Canada to defend our airspace against any aerial intrusion."
"This is quite reassuring," Agnes said, "Is the Trump Tower well guarded?"
"You can rest easy, Chevalier de Milan. The United States takes security for its allies extremely seriously." Connors answered confidently, "No corner has been cut in making that you are all safe while staying here."
"What exactly is the Trump Tower?" Henrietta asked, "Is it President Trump's palace?"
"Not really, M. President resides at the White House in Washington D.C."
"Isn't it one of his biggest hotels or something?" Saito asked, remembering his conversation with President Trump.
"It used to belong to him before he became President of the United States but now it belongs to his family who have generously allowed these talks to take place there without paying anything." Connors explained, "and the Trump Tower is not a hotel but a building."
"What does this tower look like?" Lady Vallière asked as the limousine came to a stop, "What are the accommodations like?"
She knew that Earth was expedient in its dealings and didn't like ceremony.
"I heard that it was the most luxurious places on Earth," Saito piped up as they exited. Security had cordoned off the area.
"Well, here we are. You should be able to get an idea once we get inside." Connors said, pointing to a massive tower of glass with a sign that said "Trump Tower."
They had to get past a horde of reporters outside, but once they entered, the group was speechless. The atrium was well lit and oozed with opulence. The sound of waterfalls could be heard as well. The lighting seemed to make it look like the interior was made from gold though upon close inspection, it appeared to be smooth stone. As they looked up, the ceiling seemed distant.
"Welcome to New York City!" a voice boomed out, "What do you think of my home city?"
Two familiar men were walking towards them. Trump was slightly in front.
"Greetings President Trump, it is an impressive city," Henrietta said before curtsying, "Greetings Prime Minister Trudeau."
The others Tristainians were introduced then the Earth leaders and were sizing them up.
"It is my pleasure to finally meet you in person General du Poitier. I must congratulate you and the Tristainian army for your heroic defense of Tristainia" Trudeau greeted warmly as he shook the man's hands before moving to Lady Vallière.
"The Queen spoke very highly of you, Milady." he said, "And I am quite happy with your daughter's efforts in bringing our worlds together. You must be very proud."
"Thank you Prime Minister Trudeau." Lady Vallière replied simply, "Her actions are quite indeed commendable and praise worthy."
Meanwhile, Trump was addressing Louise and Saito.
"Both times we meet with the other world, you two are here." He observed.
Saito wasn't sure what to answer to that. Louise looked a little embarrassed at the acknowledgement, which led to her mother intervening.
"President Trump, my daughter is a loyal servant of her Majesty and of Tristain that has done much to save our lands from the enemy. It is only fitting that she is here."
"I understand exactly what you mean Duchess Vallière," Trump replied smugly, "Rising stars like you two are the kind of people I want on my side!"
Saito's jaw almost dropped. Did the most powerful man on Earth just praise him?
"T-thank you M. President!"
"I think it's high time that we get a head start on discussions," Trump than said as he guided them to an elevator, "Once it's over, we can enjoy a proper meal. Trump Tower's catering is second to none!"
Trump Tower had many shops, penthouses and wide rooms to be rented out for parties or other ventures. Today however, it was not only the site of a historical moment, but what happened hear would have repercussions across two worlds.
Sitting around a round table was the Tristainian delegation, the Canadian delegation and the hosting Americans. Papers detailing the day's business had been handed out to every party.
"Let's get down to business then," Trump was straight forward, "We need to talk about how this war with Albion should end. We've all put in good work to end the fighting already."
"Shouldn't your air attacks have crippled the remainder of Albion's navy?" du Poitier asked.
"That is the case," Trudeau replied, "But you were informed of what our people did in Londinium- these people still want to fight. We cannot fight them indefinitely, and no nation should endeavor to fight an enemy forever. Peace is in everyone's best interest."
"A state of constant war is one my kingdom cannot sustain, so I must agree with you M. Trudeau," Henrietta replied, "But I'm sure you understand there are many ways to peace. Before we left, Germania has proposed that Tristain join them in an invasion. Can your armies not join us?"
"We're not taking part in an invasion." Trump shook his head immediately.
"But why?" Lady Vallière asked angrily, "You have already fought Albion and defeated them with ease. No doubt that their best forces have already been defeated. Your armies are already in our lands."
"Our generals have analyzed what it would take to invade Albion and it would be very difficult for us to undertake such a campaign simply because Albion is on a floating island," Trudeau explained, "And to be quite honest, your Majesty, Albion has stopped posing an immediate threat to us."
"I see." Henrietta acknowledged, realizing their reasons were just. Germania had a reason to want to invade. Tristain had a reason to want to invade. But America and Canada didn't.
"Are you going to accept Germania's offer?" Trudeau pressed.
"It is still being debated in my court." Henrietta clarified. "Many nobles are eager, but there are many who say we are not strong enough, especially with the casualties to our armies." Duke Vallière was actually one of the idea's main opponents. His wife shared the same opinion but was more concerned with her daughter's situation.
"Is Germania going to go through with this whether or not you agree?" Trudeau continued.
"No," du Poitier answered, "They have no harbors close enough to attack Albion and supply the invasion. That is why they have approached us with such a demand."
Trudeau and Trump looked at each other as they processed the information.
"What are their plans for Albion once the war is over?" Trump asked, "Do they want total control over the country?"
Henrietta shook her head.
"No, Emperor Albert wishes to divide the lands between Tristain and the Germanian nobles that will accompany him." Two words immediately popped into several heads: Berlin and Germany.
"Would these lands be annexed?" Trudeau asked.
"They would be under the laws and customs of the realm occupying them," Henrietta cooly replied, "As well as their responsibility."
"This is not the first time that this has been done," Trump said.
"What do you mean M. Trump?" Lady Vallière asked.
"Around 75 years ago, Canada and the United States were involved in a great war called the Second World War. We mentioned it during your last visit."
"I recall." Henrietta nodded, "How does this concern Albion's fate?"
"Well your Majesty, one of the defeated countries was partitioned between the four leading nations of that alliance," Trudeau explained, "The scenario you have proposed for Albion is quite similar in fact."
"Wasn't that the Cold War?" Saito asked suddenly.
"Yes M. Hiraga. Those occupation zones became fronts for conflict when the members of the alliance began to turn on one another."
"Are you saying that is what is going to happen to us?" du Poitier said.
"No," Trump said bluntly, "Unless if the Germanian Emperor is a paranoid and power hungry man, it should not happen. Everything only happened because Stalin started wanting too much power for his own good."
"Stalin?"
"One of the alliance leaders at the time and the most unpleasant one to say the least," Trudeau replied simply, "From what we've heard, Emperor Albert III is an ambitious man."
"Yes, there is no doubt of that," Henrietta said, "But his strategy is one I can support if it means ensuring the safety of my kingdom."
There was a brief silence before someone spoke up again.
"Can you support us in any way?" Lady Vallière asked, "We are willing to buy your muskets and arm our soldiers with them."
"Selling you weapons is out of the question," Trump bluntly stated.
"I must agree with President Trump," Trudeau added, "Selling weaponry is a laborious process in our world."
"It is fine, Duchess Valliere." Henrietta spoke up when it was clear the woman was agitated by the refusal. "It can be possible for Tristain and Germania to launch such an invasion without aid." That one sentence struck a chord, although neither Trump nor Trudeau protested it out loud.
Trump leaned back in his chair, thinking while Trudeau's eyes narrowed slightly as he placed a hand on his chin.
"We must make it clear we do not agree with this as a way to end the war." Trudeau said diplomatically. "But if that is the way Tristain seeks to handle its affairs...we'll accept it."
"Perhaps there is a compromise that can be made," Trump suggested.
"What do you suggest President Trump?" du Poitier asked.
"We will not invade Albion or sell weapons." He repeated. "But there are other ways we can help."
"Such as?" du Poitier was remembering their base on the coast. It had been remarkably useful for how limited it was (by their own words, anyway).
"We'll have to examine and discuss." Trudeau interjected. "But we have time. I'm sure Germania and Tristain have no intention of conducting this invasion anytime soon."
"We will let you know when we decide." Henrietta told them. The Queen had come away from that conversation with a small sense of satisfaction. Assertion. She made it clear her Kingdom could act without them and they'd acknowledged it too.
"But let's not settle on an invasion right away. War should always be the last resort." Trudeau said as a pacifist, "There are other solution possible."
"Such as?" Henrietta was skeptical, deciding not to point out how their first instinct when they'd gotten word of trouble in Albion was to use their soldiers.
"Would it possible to send a delegation demanding Albion to negotiate a peace settlement and war reparations to Tristain? Perhaps set up a friendly ruler in Albion as part of the settlement."
"Such a proposition is commendable M. Trudeau," Lady Vallière said, "But we do not believe that Albion would accept to even speak to an envoy. Their people are too far from civility to return."
"An attempt must be made," Trudeau insisted, "Perhaps their new leaders are reasonable enough to accept."
"Forgive me for doubting that Albion would be reasonable enough to accept," Lady Vallière replied tactfully, "Their leaders are usurpers who have betrayed their king so I do not believe that their word can even be trusted."
"Do we know of anyone in Albion that is still loyal or are related to the Tudors then?" Trump asked, "We can maybe get them in power."
"No," Louise spoke for the first time, remembering her last trip to Albion, "They all died fighting at the Siege of Newcastle after Prince Wales was slain or were murdered after Reconquista took power."
Henrietta closed her eyes, remembering the fate of her lover while Trudeau and Trump digested the information.
"Is there anyone on the continent that has ties to the house of Tudor and could stake a claim on the throne of Albion?" Trudeau asked
"My father, King Henry III, was from the house of Tudor but I cannot stake a claim on two Blessed Realms at the same time," Henrietta answered, "It would no doubt lead to conflict with Gallia."
"We see… Just understand, your Majesty, the idea of permanently taking away a country's sovereignty is very disturbing to us." Trudeau explained, "It is a practice that is very shunned on Earth and our allies would no doubt condemn us if we supported your efforts in doing such a thing."
"Then what do you do when you win a war against another country?" Lady Vallière asked, irritated by the man's lack of will.
"We rebuilt the country and make sure that it can stand on its own," Trump said, "Make sure that they realize in their hearts and minds that they don't need to go to war against us to gain anything."
"Like they did with my country." Saito explained to the Queen.
"Clearly, this isn't a matter that can be decided in one day," Trudeau finally said to stop the small risk forming over the disagreement, "We must touch other subjects as well. My next concern is the fate of Oliver Cromwell. It is an exceptional situation for us as this is the first time in many years that an enemy national leader is captured in wartime before the fighting is over."
The Tristainians couldn't help but be a bit proud at the little victory they did.
"Your commanders told us that you had ways of humiliating enemy leaders after wars," du Poitier recalled, "What are they exactly?"
Trudeau and Trump had prepared themselves considerably for this part.
"We would like to suggest that Oliver Cromwell be tried for war crimes and potentially crimes against humanity." Trudeau said simply.
"A trial?" Lady Vallière was grateful for her discipline and etiquette. She almost burst out laughing at such a proposition, "Surely this man is clearly guilty of his acts. Why should we not execute him right away. He is still rotting in a cell in Tristainia."
"What do you mean by war crimes and crime against humanity?" du Poitier asked, an eyebrow raised skeptically.
"A war crime is when an army commits needless atrocities during a period of war and go against the laws of war," Trump explained, "Like looting the land or mindless destruction."
"As for a crime against humanity, it would be a heinous act on a very large scale ordered by Cromwell and his government," Trudeau explained, "Such as the massacre at Tarbes. Normally though, since Tristain has not signed the many treaties concerning those, Cromwell would not be held accountable."
"Why do you wish to enforce such rules if my kingdom has not signed any of these treaties?" Henrietta asked, masking her irritation, "Would it not stall punishment for Cromwell?"
"Imagine you are a religious crusader, deeply believing that you are a righteous man acting in the name of your Faith," Trump started, "Imagine if you are not only utterly defeated on a battlefield but also humiliated by being tried and being declared a criminal of the worst kind possible."
"No matter what Cromwell did," Trudeau added, "He will be remembered as a lowly criminal for the rest of time and punished as one. No one civilized or honorable would want to associate themselves with such a man after such a verdict. His humiliation would be complete on top of any sentence he will face."
"Do tell me what kind of sentence does your world have for such a criminal M. Trudeau?" Lady Vallière asked, morbid curiosity getting the better of her.
"The sentences are quite varied to say the least," Trudeau replied.
"Death or jail sentences," Trump said nonchalantly, "Depending on how bad he is, Cromwell could be alone in a tiny, dark cell until his death with no contact with the outside world or simply hanged. We did that to some of our enemies."
The Tristainians all looked at each other. The idea was interesting to say the least.
"I must admit that this proposition is quite… enticing for us," Henrietta finally said, "How would this work?"
"It is a complex process as we would need to set up a special court simply for Oliver Cromwell," Trudeau explained, "But it could be done within a few months."
Henrietta looked at her party who all had approving looks on their faces.
"What would the arrangements needed?" she asked carefully, "How would this trial work?"
"All of this can be explained in due time," Trump said, "But you would be interested in such a proposal?"
"Yes, once we receive more information about the procedure and given a chance to explain it to our own people."
"We can explain that later then," Trudeau suggested, everyone nodding in agreement, "With that matter settled, perhaps we can now talk about how we will help you rebuild Tristain."
The mood lightened slightly.
"Have you been able to see how much damage Reconquista has done to your lands?" Trump asked.
"The harvest is practically lost in the lands west of the capital and the capital's stores are barely sufficient," Henrietta stated, "We fear important famines and our treasury would be unable to import enough foodstuff from Gallia to feed our people. Many nobles also wish to return to their holdings with their forces to recover from the war."
"Many villages and key towns in the region have been raided and plundered as well," Du Poitiers added, "Some key bridges and roads are damaged but the countryside is slowly being pacified. Though our forces have been depleted and we cannot fend off monsters attacking settlements as well as we used to. We fear that bandits will also increase."
"What about the eastern and southern holdings?" Trump asked, "What is their status?"
"Our lands have been largely spared by the invasion and we can help supply food to the western lands but it will be difficult to transport everything. Though our army has sustained severe losses and we cannot spare any forces guarding our lands and the borders with Germania. As for the southern borders, Marshall Grammont's army is barely able to man the border forts with Gallia. Your forces present there are of great help," she added reluctantly.
It was a serious but not catastrophic situation if the proper measures could be taken.
"Refresh my memory but how many months before it is winter time in Tristain?" Trudeau asked, remembering his own country's history.
"Winter is in two months," she answered, "Our crops will not be ready to be harvested in such a short amount of time."
Trudeau leaned back in his seat, musing as he thought of a solution while Trump's eyes narrowed in concentration.
"Well, it's a good thing the United States and Canada are known for their humanitarian efforts," Trump finally said, "We can easily arrange for food to be delivered to Tristain."
"Wouldn't it affect your stores?" Henrietta asked skeptically.
"Don't worry about anything, the American agriculture is extremely well off. We're second to none when it comes to growing food."
Trudeau stifled a laugh. While America had an impressive agricultural production… it wasn't the greatest one on Earth but still was one of the top dogs.
"You have seen only a small portion of what our agricultural techniques can do, your Majesty," Trudeau said, "Canada and the United States can easily supply food this winter and help you increase crop yields once the winter is done."
"Hmm… May I suggest something?" Henrietta replied. Both men nodded.
"Perhaps would it possible for my armies to be in charge in distributing the food in my name? It would help reassure my people that I am doing something to alleviate their suffering. It would also please many nobles wanting to return to their lands."
Trump and Trudeau mused for a second over the implications that this proposition would entail. On one hand, it would help consolidate the Tristainian monarchy and show its ability to handle a crisis. On the other hand, it demanded an incredible amount of faith in the Tristainian nobles and armies that both Trump and Trudeau weren't willing to give just yet. There was simply too many things that could go wrong. Corrupt nobles, hoarding and black markets… things that could derail any good intentions that the queen had.
Trudeau cleared his throat.
"Your idea is quite admirable, your Majesty," he praised, "But I believe that this is an opportunity for all of our gathered nations."
"How so?"
"I see this as an opportunity to show off the bonds of friendship between Tristain, Canada and the United States," Trudeau explained, "If our three nations work together to give aid to the people of Tristain, it would show them how much the American and Canadian people care about the wellbeing of Tristain."
"Not only that," Trump added, catching on Trudeau's idea, "But it would help relieve the strain on your armies by using less men to distribute food. No doubt that your nobles would be happier having as many of their troops guard the lands and borders. That's how I feel about mine."
Trudeau bit his tongue, hiding his personal disapproval to some of Trump's policies concerning his borders with Mexico.
"I can appreciate your views on border security President Trump," Lady Vallière finally said, "But not all of Tristain's nobility would support what they would see as foreign troops encroaching on their personal domains even if it was in good intention."
She hid her discomfort at having foreigners on her lands, even if they were allied. Leaders could say all they wanted about the discipline and good order of their fighting men… but reality was another thing.
"Perhaps we could offer some sort of compensation or reward as a form of enticement for any noble allowing our troops on his domain," Trump suggested, "No doubt that we can easily find something that would please them."
The Tristainians all looked at each other before nodding.
"Perhaps we may be able to find common ground," Henrietta said, "Your proposition is quite interesting."
"I am very happy about how productive this meeting has been," Trudeau said happily, "At this rate, Tristain should be quickly back on its feet."
"Indeed," Trump glanced at his watch, noticing the time, "I think we have all had a rather busy morning, especially you and your representatives, your Majesty. Please, let me treat you to some of the finest cooking New York has to over!"
The meal was a sumptuous affair. The diplomatic parties were brought to a beautiful dining room with a magnificent wooden table and impressive chandelier hanging above. The catering was impressive as well with fine meats being served alongside fresh vegetables. The great window allowed them to enjoy the sight that was the New York skyline.
"I hope that the meal is up to your taste," Trump asked, "This was made by some of the finest chefs in New York."
"Yes, thank you M. President," Henrietta replied before Lady Vallière spoke up.
"I must admit that I am impressed by the reception we have had so far. From what I have heard prior to our meeting, I had always thought that the United States and Canada did not engage in such luxuries."
"There is a time for anything Lady Vallière," Trump replied, "There are times where speed is needed and there are times where we can enjoy a good meal. America knows how to enjoy itself."
"A wise mentality indeed."
Trump nodded.
"I was wondering about something your officers said during the battle," General du Poitier asked as he cut a piece of meat, "But what are weapons of mass destruction in your world?"
"Your men qualified my daughter's powers as being such." Duchess Vallière added, "And the tone they used was not a casual one."
The atmosphere tensed up for a moment as Trudeau and Trump looked at each other while Saito felt his pulse quicken. Louise froze up.
"Indeed… this is a difficult topic," Trudeau said, "One we wished to speak of tomorrow."
"I don't see any harm in explaining the concept of Weapon of Mass Destruction," Trump suggested. Trudeau nodded.
"Weapon of Mass Destruction with extremely high destructive power. For example, one of those weapons can raze this entire city with one use. Their power is such that their use is limited through international treaties," the prime minister explained, "Using them or even building them can be a cause of war."
It took a moment for this information to sink into the Tristainians' minds.
"But we saw your weapons during the battles and how their might swept away the Albion armies with ease," Duchess Vallière protested, "What difference is there between your regular weapons and these 'Weapons of Mass Destruction'?"
"It's their power," Trump replied bluntly, "Nothing can compare to a WMD. Isn't that right M. Hiraga?"
"Why are you asking him?" the duchess and the others looked at Saito curiously while Trudeau cleared his throat but the teen spoke up first.
"Your Majesty, do you remember what I told you about my country? About the cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki?"
Henrietta paled as she remembered that story.
"What is the meaning of this?" General du Poitier asked.
"During the last great war, the United States won by using two atomic bombs that razed two Japanese cities in an instant," Trump explained, "After that, we never used them again."
"Those weapons are almost never used simply because of the extreme suffering that they can cause," Trudeau continued, "The atomic bombs poisoned those cities and caused many people to be sick for a few decades. There are other types weapons of mass destruction as well which can bring as much death."
"What happens to those that use them then?" Duchess Vallière asked.
"The last time a man and his country tried to make them… we destroyed him and his armies," Trump snarled, "We defeated his army and destroyed his rule."
"But there are more peaceful ways when it comes to dealing with weapons of mass destruction," Trudeau quickly corrected, "No doubt that we can reach a consensus on Lady Vallière's powers. But let us try to enjoy this day having ended with made good progress."
"Indeed Prime Minister Trudeau," Henrietta said.
"Good, good. Allow me to show you all even more of our finest dishes," Trump bragged as dessert and coffee were brought out, "I hope you'll appreciate the rooms you'll be staying in."
Both parties retired to their respective quarters after dinner. There was to be a pause in the talks until the next day as the Tristainians had a long day simply getting to New-York. Like the others, Saito and Louise had gotten their own quarters. The Tokyo teen had crashed on one of the couches before turning on the massive flat screen television.
"To think that I thought that Rideau Hall was awesome… this place is even better!" He exclaimed as he put on a movie.
Louise was still looking around the room at the various decorations before she opened a door. She gasped as she saw the luxurious bed inside.
"Saito!" she exclaimed, "Come here! Is this where we going to sleep?"
Saito made his way over, a goofy look on his face.
"Whoa… awesome! I think so!"
He could already picture snuggling up to the pinkette as well as another nightly activities when the sound of a throat being cleared snapped him out of his reverie.
"There will be none of that," Lady Vallière said sternly as she entered the room, "You will not be sleeping in the same bed tonight. Such behavior is inappropriate as you are both unwedded. I will be sleeping here with Louise while you will be in a separate bedroom for the night. I have already asked for such arrangements to be made."
"But Mother-"
"That is final young lady," her mother cut off, "You must act as a proper lady of the House of Vallières. Now more than ever. However, you may enjoy each other's company during the day."
"Yes Mother," Louise replied dejectedly, barely suppressing a pout on her face.
"Do you wanna watch a movie though Louise? I think I can find a movie you would like," Saito said, trying to lighten up the mood and salvage the situation.
"Fine! If you can find anything good!"
The second day of talks proved to be far more conclusive. Louise's Void Magic, while powerful by Halkeginian standards, was finally judged to be unfitting for a WMD classification. The witness accounts had been considered and the explosion, while generating a surprisingly large concussive shockwave, was still lesser than the power of some non-nuclear explosives. In that world, it was certainly something to fear.
But for Earth? There were scarier weapons than Louise's magic that were far more convenient and far harder to take out before they did damage.
"Not that your daughter's standing isn't significant." Trudeau explained to Lady Vallière afterwards to avoid any unfortunate implications, "But I must admit that we may have overreacted in terms of how dangerous she truly is. I must apologize for that."
"That being said, I believe we should show you what happens when a nuclear weapon is used," Trump said as he turned on a TV. "Just to create an understanding."
Grainy images of large mushroom-like fireballs were accompanied by a calm, almost casual narration describing the nightmarish powers of the nuclear bombs being unleashed on two cities. It soon shifted to images of flattened buildings and grievously wounded people while the narrator described the poisonous aftereffects of these bombs. Even if some of the words were unknown to the Tristainians, the simple images were shocking enough. Saito looked sick during the whole time, even if he had seen the images before at school.
"Do you understand why we are careful about the use of WMD's?" Trudeau asked before adding more, "Those weapons have to potential to annihilate civilization of Earth if overused."
No one dared to contest his words.
"Was that war so terrible that such weapons had to be used?" Du Poitier asked in a weary voice.
"Yes." Trudeau answered flatly. "Let's hope that we may never have to use such a weapon in Halkeginia."
"Quite…" Lady Vallière said, then raised her voice again. "I think it's time we got the matter of my daughter and her familiar."
"Yes." Henrietta agreed. "As I have stated before, I will not tolerate any unjust treatments towards my dear friend and her familiar from your governments."
The emphasis on certain words was not missed by either leaders. Duchess Vallière's gaze hardened as she looked at Trudeau and Trump who remained passive.
"We understand your point of view your Majesty," Trudeau said diplomatically, "We have spoken to our agents about this and they have reassured us that they will cease their activities concerning Lady Vallière and her familiar. We regret that this ever happened."
That was a lie in some ways since the agents would simply publicly back off… though nothing was said completely ceasing any covert activities or investigations for the time being.
"But you have not amended the fact it happened in the first place," Henrietta pointed out.
"We must apologize for our agents'... zeal," Trudeau said, "We did not order them to investigate Lady Vallière and M. Hiraga. They did so as part of their usual duties."
"Which are?" Louise's mother asked coldly.
"Find anything that could hurt us or make things difficult." Trump told her. "That's boy's runes are a big deal to us." Trump had intentionally diverted attention for a few moments to Louise's familiar/boyfriend. Saito looked down at his left hand where the Gandalfr runes were.
"What do you mean?" Henrietta asked suspiciously.
"According to our reports, M. Hiraga's runes allow him to instantly master any weapons," Trudeau explained, "I'm sure you can realize how that would worry us. Lady Valliere's abilities were discovered in the course of the investigation, completely unintentionally."
"You neglected to inform us of either matter." Henrietta didn't let it go.
"As we have said before," Trump replied firmly, "We were not made aware of this situation. We hold no responsibility." He insisted. "Not even she believed it at the time." He said further, motioning to Louise. "Nobody was sure of anything, and who acts when they don't know something?" He put the question forward.
This effectively stumped Henrietta and her party as Trump made a good point, although they could hardly come away from the revelation pleased.
"What happened was unfortunate." Trudeau admitted with sincerity in his voice, "But we must move beyond this for the future of our countries. There are more pressing betters in my opinion such as how we are to distribute aid in Tristain."
"I agree," Henrietta finally said after a moment of silence, "But do not believe that I will forget your actions against my friends."
Despite this, the rest of the talks went smoothly with both parties eventually agreeing on how the relief efforts would be handled as well as how future assistance programs would be worked.
Both sides agreed to defer the subject of Albion till Tristain decided what to do with Germania's offer.
While it was December 30th on Earth, just shy of the new year, in Halkegenia is was still the warmer months. Construction was still on going, although only in the Capital. The Earth forces were contained mostly around Tristainia, their base on the coast, and the southern border. A few territories like Tarbes where the noble in charge had been killed were also garrisoned, but most holdings were left alone save those on the border. Already, several lords had left with what little remained of their forces. Those with holdings in the West had been very quick to leave. Minister Delage, very busy already, was coordinating with the Earth forces to transfer control over those leaderless areas now directly to the crown.
Julio noted all of this in his letter to Pope Vittorio before transitioning to the subject of the outworlders.
"They are a type of people unlike either our faithful or the elves. Many could pass as natives here, but others have a complexion unlike any human I have ever seen, although human they are. Some had skins almost as dark as the night while others had skin yellow like fields of grain. Many stand tall and proud despite being mere commoners in their worlds. Their bodies simply tower over many Tristainians as they told of wealthy lands where food shortages are inexistent. The ones I encountered spoke very fluent Tristainian and Albionian- the same languages exist in their world under different names, supposedly. They mainly hail from the lands of Canada and the United States, a realm of 50 states united together but there is at least another ally of theirs, the United Kingdom, that is present on a smaller scale."
"They are indeed without magic, but compensate with constructs of such power that magic is nearly obsolete. I have witnessed the might of these constructs. Horseless carts carrying massive amounts of supplies that thunder down on roads and small, nimble airships that soar through the heavens with speed unrivaled of. Means of communications that are near instantaneous that have allowed me to rapidly speak to emissaries of their lands. Despite being massively outnumbered, they were able to vanquish the Albion army while barely losing any of their soldiers. Not only that, but many of their merchants had begun trading goods from their world before the invasion. I have seen certain of these wares. They are supposedly largely affordable wares meant for commoners but the craftsmanship is of the highest order with consistent quality. Supposedly, the finer made wares are even superior. There are also tales that they had sent scholars to study magic and the possibilities of combining it with their constructs. Much of what I have seen is similar to what we have hidden in the great vaults. I believe that you may be correct in believing that the Founder has seen a reason to finally connect the world from which these relics come."
"Their emissaries were easily approached as they have built 'embassies' in Tristainia, places where the emissaries stay in order to conduct daily business with the nobility and the crown. They were more than willing to discuss with any representative of Romalia. I have been unable to meet their leaders but they are not led by kings but men chosen by the commoners. To be honest, your Eminence, some of their ideas of charity are similar to your own as they have pledged to help Tristain's people after this terrible war, commoner and noble."
"They have never heard of The Founder in their world, as clearly they were not blessed with his gift. But they show the utmost respect for him here. They claim to have many different Gods who have created their lands and people on their side of the portal, and I have seen a few praying to one such God. I have seen no evidence of them spreading their gods' teachings or faiths in Tristain's lands. They even claim that we would be allowed to build churches to Him in their lands should our people ever venture there. I will attempt to learn more about their faiths and will remain cautious for any efforts to misguide our Faithful."
"On the subject of the rumors of one blessed with Brimir's powers, a Void Mage has been blessed upon Tristain, although the Queen has yet to reveal their identity to me willingly, often excusing herself to work on restoring her lands. I will do my utmost to discover their identity."
"The Queen herself has gone to the other world to discuss with their leaders along with a small party. They claim that these talks will last only but a few days and will be centered around ending the conflict with Albion. I will write another letter detailing the results of this meeting and anything else I've discovered in due time."
"Your faithful servant, Julio Chésaré."
The eyes of the world were turned towards New York City. Today was a historical day for Earth and Halkeginia as the Tristainians arrived at the United Nations for the first time since the portal's appearance. The guests had been treated to a guided tour of the building that explained the history of the great organisation. Now they stood in the General Assembly of the United Nations with the curious eyes of every delegation on them. Many hid said curiosity behind stoic faces as they waited for the President of the General Assembly, María Fernanda Espinosa, to finish her speech.
"As we must now prepare for what the future holds, I now give the floor to Prime Minister Justin Trudeau of Canada."
There was a small round of applause as the Canadian prime minister took the stage from her. Cameras were rolling as news channels everywhere on Earth worked to report the great moment that unfurled before them.
"Thank you, your Excellency. I am very happy to be present today as we move forward in an new era. It has been just over a year since Canada and the United States have made contact with the Kingdom of Tristain and the continent of Halkeginia. In the last year, our nations have worked together in peace in the pursuit of prosperity for both worlds. Despite that, arrogance, envy and anger forced us into conflict with the lands of Albion and much innocent blood had been spilled by the mad ambitions of a cruel dictator. We have been victorious in our efforts to bring peace but it was not without a price. Much of Tristain lies in ruin."
Trudeau paused.
"But Canada will stand with Tristain in these trying times. I will now let President Trump address you."
The prime minister stepped down before the American president got behind the podium, a proud smirk on his face.
"Once more, the United States of America stands on the right side of History," Trump boasted, "With the help of our allies, we have defeated a cruel tyrant that threatened the freedom and our security of both our worlds. I have no doubt that Oliver Cromwell would have committed atrocities unheard since World War II. Even though we won, there is still alot of work to do in order to guarantee peace in Halkeginia. We have already begun to do what is necessary but it is only the beginning of our mission over there. The United States will spare no efforts in ensuring security, peace and prosperity in Halkeginia."
His advisors had told him it would not be a difficult thing to do, all things considered. A very cooperative local government that was in their debt, primitive technology and a grateful population would make things a lot easier than the Middle-East.
"I will now have the pleasure of introducing you to Queen Henrietta I of Tristain."
As the president stepped down from the podium, Henrietta made her way up with her party looking at her. The Tristainians stood out in stark contrast compared to the General Assembly's many delegations, their garb being far more reminiscent of old Europe.
"It is a great pleasure for me to stand here before you," Henrietta began her speech confidently, "Such cooperation between different realms is unheard of in Halkeginia and I cannot be more thankful that of all the possible lands to join to ours, it was the merciful powers of the United States and Canada. They have been honest and just in our dealings together, a luxury that my kingdom has long searched for. It will take much effort to rebuild Tristain after this war with Albion but I see in this a great opportunity for both of our worlds to cooperate and learn from each other. Therefore, I look forward to working with them but also with the other members of the United Nations as we strive for a better future between our worlds."
The queen stepped down, a great round of applause echoing in the General Assembly. But despite this, there were many delegates who hid their displeasure at the speeches. No one was deluding themselves that it would be easy to establish ties with Tristain or anyone in Halkeginia if they weren't on good terms with the United States or Canada. No doubt that the speeches had already reached their leaders back home and that plans were already being drawn up…
The news finished broadcasting the departure of the Tristainian delegation but phones all over Earth were already ringing, diplomats contacting one another. Old allies wanting to help while rivals trying to gain leverage.
Business as usual.
Author's endnote: Things are getting interesting non? Trudeau's trip to India… just google it up. Makes me cringe everytime I look at it.
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