3 June 1953
London, Kingdom of England
Crowds gather all over the streets of London, especially near Buckingham Palace the personal residence of the German collaborationist king. Police created lines to keep the protestors out of major areas of government buildings and the monarch's palaces. The people chant in one voice: God Save the Queen, Long Live the Queen. Protests were isolated in the capital and arose in other major cities where a mixture of nationalists, moderates, Elizabeth supporters, and leftists protested.
"God Save the Queen! Long Live the Queen!" The protesters chanted in front of Buckingham Palace as they wave the Union Jack
"Attention!" The Metropolitan Police Commander marches a step forward on top of his horse with everyone in rank following step. The protestors stepped back but dared not to break rank as well. "Do not let the protestors frighten you, men! Do not fire unless fired upon!" The Metropolitan Police Commander commanded as the forward rank and file pointed their Lee-Enfield rifles at the charge position. The Metropolitan Police Commander turns to the protestors and holds his megaphone. "This is an illegal gathering and demonstration. Disperse now!" Inside Buckingham Palace, King Edward VIII observes from the inside of his residence.
"Pray tell Prime Minister Russell, how many are currently protesting?" King Edward VIII turns to face the Prime Minister: Hastings Russell, walking close to him.
"At the moment, your Majesty, over half of London and almost every major industry throughout the country in every major city are in protest." Prime Minister Hastings Russell reports.
"Please elaborate. I get the people are protesting but what for?" King Edward VIII asks.
"In Yorkshire and Lancashire, the miners strike for better working conditions, steelworkers and dock workers are also in protest for similar reasons but some protest of your reign and the part. Notable are the steelworkers of Sheffield and the dock workers of Bristol and Newcastle upon Thyne have conspired to halt steel production and ship productions," The Prime Minister continued. "Furthermore, university students have also begun to protest your reign. However, the strikes happening in our mining, steel, and docking sectors are of greater cause for concern Sire. Possible reasons include communist preparation, with others believing these strikes and protestors are being supported by Republicans and supporters of your niece." Sighing King Edward asked.
"And of our neighboring republics of Wales and Scotland?" Edward VIII asks. "Will they intervene?"
"Little reason for them to do so, your Majesty. However, concerns are growing as Germany may send troops to quell the protests before they become a full-scale rebellion." Prime Minister Hastings Russell continued.
"Is that so? I shall speak with Hitler that Germany has no hand in our matter. This is an English matter and will be resolved before any Germans land a foot anywhere near London-" King Edward VIII is cut off midsentence as he and the Prime Minister turn around and look outside. The Metropolitan Police Commander falls off his with a bullet wound straight to his chest followed by a couple more constables along with a couple of the King's Life Guard and the Household Cavalry Mounted Regiment also falling to the ground or off their horses. Blood seeps from their wounds. In the panic, the rank-and-file constables opened fire at the protestors in retaliation, and the royal guards also participated. "Bloody hell!" He curses under his breath. "Who gave the damned order to open fire?" The shock barely registered with the two heads of state as the room the two are in bursts open with men of the royal guard rushing in.
"Quick get His Majesty and the Prime Minister inside and away from the windows. Bring them inside quickly!" The guards quickly rush the two men inside.
The gunfire from the constables only lasted for ten seconds as orders to ceasefire were given by their superiors. The injured are dragged out as defense positions are held. Quickly news spread of the massacre before Buckingham Palace, despite tight control of the news, news of the killings spread by supporters of the Queen of the exiled government and leftist groups throughout England. An emergency session is called by the Prime Minister to keep the massacre silent. Yet, the combined efforts of the Fascist Wing, the Old Guard, and Reformist Wing members of parliament failed to predict the insurgency that is to come, leading to Russell's resignation and the emergence of his successor
1955-1956
The German economy plummets, with the intervention in the Soviet Civil War, and major military interventions on behalf of the French State. The uprising spread throughout the Kingdom's major cities and spilled over into the republics of Scotland and Wales. Miners and Steelworkers revolt with arms supplied by those of the left and those loyal to Elizabeth. In the one year of the uprising, the partisan organization: Her Majesty Most Loyal Resistance gained a large following but their activity was quickly quelled and violently throughout England. English blood spilled once more on English soil. Despite the calls of an uprising against Arthur Kenneth Chesterton's premiership of the Kingdom, the rebellion failed.
Victoria Law Courts, Birmingham
"Has the jury come to a verdict?" The judge of the Crown Court turns to his left, asking the jury.
"We have your Lordship," The lead juror responded, standing up and turning to the defense. "We, the jury, find the defendants Lieutenant Colonel Archibald David Stirling and Bill Alexander guilty of the count of high treason and inciting an instruction against the Crown and the Parliament." The lead juror sits back down. Hearing the results the judge turns and faces the leaders of the uprising against the Crown. The two men, David Stirling and Bill Alexander, both incited and armed multiple uprisings throughout the Kingdom to rebel and demolish the collaboration government as their German allies were focused on different matters.
"Then with the guilty verdict provided by the jury, I now sentence the defendants: Archibald David Stirling and Bill Alexander, to death by firing squad. The case is dismissed."
"Not bloody surprised," Stirling commented. "The firing squad is not far from our hearts." The two are stood up and led out of the courtroom.
"I would've thought that I would die on the field of battle against the fascists in Cable Street. Isn't that something you would have wished for yourself?" Bill Alexander comments. "None of us expected this trial to last literally fifteen minutes." Bill Alexander commented. The two are led outside the courtroom and brought into a truck to bring them to London for their executions. As the day dragged on the two were brought forth to the Tower of London.
The day ended as the two were quickly brought inside the tower's entrance and led to a field outside. Around them, they see the men they try to fight against, the elites who collaborated with the Germans and betrayed their ideals just to live. The two men are brought to a field post and standing in front of them are a six-man firing squad and a figure just beside them.
"Archibald David Stirling. For your hand in the uprising and supplying arms against the crown you have been found guilty by the King's court in Birmingham and sentenced to be shot. Furthermore, for your crimes against the state and the crown you are stripped of all medals, awards, titles, and status' earned in the military and the SAS. Any final words?"
"Of course," Stirling responded. "To hell with your King Edward and with you Prime Minister Chesterton. In the words of the fascist you murdered the day you of the Royal Party were established: Oswald Mosley. England Lives! Britain will live! You fascists and collaborators will fall and be sent to hell! Now go ahead! Shoot me! For I will be seeing you all in hell soon enough, and only there is where I will take my vengeance on behalf of the British people on your lot!" The drum roll began just as Stirling spoke to drum out his speech and ended just as he stopped. Six rounds were fired. The same chance is given to Bill Alexander.
"From Cable Street to Spain and at home. I have done nothing but fight fascists and I will continue until the day of my death. So go ahead, end my life. My comrades will continue the fight and my martyrdom will be a symbol to all anti-fascists to continue the fight until you fascists are no more! Death will come to you bourgeois fascists and oppressors of the proletariat. Long live the working classes of Britain! Long live the global proletariat!" The drum roll abruptly stops and another six shots are fired.
In the end, the invited members of parliament and the crown stand up from their chairs and are led back. Prime Minister Arthur Kenneth Chesterton enters the King's room at Buckingham Palace. Unbeknownst as to why he was summoned so late.
"Don't you believe it's too late into the night to summon me, Edward?" Kennsington asks Edward VIII. Edward VIII stands up from his chair.
"Do not speak to me with such familiarity, Prime Minister," Edward VIII responded. Kennsington immediately notices the expression on his majesty's face one of held-back anger. "Don't you know the trouble this uprising caused me?" Edward VIII steps around from his desk and stops just before the prime minister.
"What are you saying, Edward? I helped to put an end to the uprising. Communists and the Elizibitheans are pushed back and no longer a threat. If anything, my leadership ended their threats." Kennsington continued.
"At the price of civilian deaths," Edward VIII continued. "I will not deny your role to cease further rebellion against the state and the crown. However, I will not overlook the mishandling in preventing the uprising from happening in the first place," Edward VIII turns away from Kennsington and walks back to his desk. "For that, I ask, like that of your predecessor, that you resign from your position."
"Resign? Resign?" Kennsington hesitated. "Why should I? I shouldn't resign with disgrace as Prime Minister Douglas-Home did. It is not like you already have an appointee ready to-."
"And that I do," Edward VIII interrupts and lifts a packet. "A member of parliament, specifically of the fascist wing: Admiral Sir Barry Domvile," Edward VIII turns once more, keeping his distance from the prime minister. "He proposes reforms over your conservatism. He bridged the divides in the Old Guard, Fascist, and Reformist wings, though you've proclaimed it was your doing during the uprising. Your handling should have lasted at least a week or a month. And yet you let the uprising spread ending with the executions of those two. From how I see it you only have two options: either you resign or I sack you from your position. What will it be?" King Edward VIII stands firmly as Kennsington lowers his head at his only choices.
3 June 1963
London, Kingdom of England
King Edward VIII looks from Buckingham Palace, overlooking the spot where the massacre from ten years ago started the uprisings. Hesitancies plague his mind as the bombs have once again fallen over England. Even the neighboring Reichskommissariat Norwegen is not spared. Edward VIII sighs as the blood of collaborationists and rebels spills over his kingdom's buildings and streets. Edward VIII turns from the window and walks away from it.
"What could I have done to prevent this tragedy?" Edward VIII asks himself. He turns on the radio inside of his office, turning it to the BBC channel. Hearing reports of American devastation over the British Isles, Edward VIII makes his way to his chair, sitting, making the sign of the cross, and prays the Lord's Prayer. "Our Father, which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy Name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven: Give us this day our daily bread; And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive them that trespass against us; And lead us not into temptation, But deliver us from evil; For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory, For ever and ever. Amen," He looks up beyond his hands. "Lord... what have I done for you to forsake me like this? What have I done that made you forsake these isles? Every method and attempt I made since taking up my crown was done to protect the people of these islands. Especially those of my kingdom for it is my responsibility that you bestowed upon me as a divinely appointed sovereign," Edward VIII bows his head. "And yet where have I gone wrong? What faults of mine had I committed that caused my people to suffer in the past ten years? Protests, riots, uprisings, economic downturn, foreign control, all the rest. To what end must England suffer? What fate is it that you have for England? Should England survive? Will my family remain to rule or should we be forced out like many of the European kings and queens who came before us and suffer the relegation from rule to become subjects of the common people who desire a republic? Should that even happen? Will the fascists take control or that of the communists? Or is England doomed to lose her sovereignty forever and be controlled by her enemies in Berlin or the Americans of Washington D.C?" Edward VIII continues until he hears a knock on his door. He ends his prayer and announces the messenger to enter.
"Your Majesty, Foreign Secretary: The Right Honourable The Lord Brocket Ronald Nall-Cain has arrived for your audience."
"Send him in." Edward VIII responded, walking over to turn off his radio. Foreign Secretary Ronald Nall-Cain enters Edward's office.
"Your Majesty," Ronald genuflects.
"Your Lordship," Edward VIII responded. "Tell me, what is our current situation with Germany?"
"Reich Plenipotentiary: Edmund Veesenmayer explained that more Reich Army units would reinforce where we currently lack. However, he has made a demand." Ronald explains.
"And what may that be?" Edward asks.
"That in turn of aiding our military. He demands that a third of our air stations be given to the Germans for control. Especially a couple of our London air stations." The news concerns both men. "I've also spoken with the American ambassador. Due to our collaboration with Berlin... the Americans would come in full force in an attempt to liberate us. A land war is afoot, Your Majesty. A possibility of nuclear exchange-"
"Enough," Edward exclaimed. "This is becoming worse by the day," Edward changes the subject. "And of our old colonies? Any of them would support us?" Edward asked with a tone in his voice.
"Of our many colonies, your Majesty. None would pledge support. Neither you nor the exiled British government," The news caused Edward VIII to stumble on his desk and reach for his heart. "Your Majesty?!" Ronald steps forward and helps Edward VIII up. "I'll call for medical."
"No need," Edward VIII continues. "Please. Continue," Edward VIII stands up and Ronald steps back. "What of our Scottish and Welsh neighbors?"
"As per the Scottish and Welsh republics, both republics are going to oblige their end of the London Treaty and pledge a combined defence of the island against UFN attacks." Ronald reports.
"Perhaps by the end of this war, those republics will reunite once more with us," Edward exclaimed, he turned to Ronald. "If you may. I ask that you connect with the BBC. I desire to speak with my people and abroad." Hearing his command. Ronald turns away and relays the command to those in charge of the press.
Late evening, hearing from his highness. Reporters, TV cameramen, and radio operators set up their equipment. Though an English-based company, the BBC remains a reminder of a united Britain, still broadcasting throughout the British Isles and the world, hosting in its native English language and adapting to the Celtic languages of the British Isles. As the light turns red from the cameras, the English king begins to address the nation and the Isles. Dressed in his morning dress he looks directly at the camera.
"It is with a heavy heart and profound sorrow, that I, King Edward VIII, have to address to the nation and abroad. That we are at war with the Americans and the UFN. We have been at war since the Americans attacked our beloved kingdom on the 23rd of May. They targeted the cities of Birmingham, Liverpool, Leeds, Yorkshire, Manchester, and Newcastle. The English Army prepared safe zones for those affected by the bombings. To the south: Cornwall and Dover, you may have seen the establishment of German troops on our soil," Edward VIII changes tone. "Like you, I too feared the worst. Yet we shouldn't stand back and let our kingdom fall into ruin as the Americans begin to turn our homeland into rubble. Though the war will inevitably fall on our lands. Let us stand by our German allies and with our neighbors to the north and west of us. Let us stand tall as we had in the Second World War, for we the English people are not an easy race to conquer. Let us utilise the legacies that made our island our home, and defend the kingdom with all that we have. I decree now, that for the defence of our sovereignty, all able-body Englishmen who served with the national service to register and reenlist once more. Let us not be forced to wave the white banner of surrender once more for we are a proud people. Let us take up arms once more against the foes and the barbarians who seek to destroy our islands and impose their way of life onto us. A foreign adversary who rebelled against the metropolitan over 190 years ago and convinced the world that we are the same. We desire nothing short of a victorious defence of our island and to show the world that the English indomitable spirit is not dead. That we still hold the ability to defend our island's sovereignty, and that we can maintain our pride on the world stage. Let the indomitable British spirit flow through our civilization once more, the spirit that kept us both isolated and elevated us from Europe's bloodied affairs and had led us to be the drivers of the middle way between progressivism and conservatism. As we stare at a future, shrouded in darkness. Let us not be swayed by fears of repeating past failures or the fears of death. But be convinced by the future of re-establishing our global dominance once more. For in the end of it all, England's future will be re-established and rewritten on the sun as we had in the days of old." Edward ends his address to the nation.