Knock Knock

Deep into another three days long work shift to handle the room filling stacks of Papers about Laws, Taxes and other idiotic stuff put into the already overbloated and overengineered Legal Books of Germania's Government and its agencies, the rythmic knock on the door only one person makes, Anya.

"Come in."

From how she changed to her better Ironed clothes, it is something about talks with important people.

"Holy Kaiserin, we received calls from the Ambassadors from several countries, they insist this time."

"Oh well... Alright... Who's being 'Nice enough' to ask for a Diplomatic meeting?"

"Friendly wise, the Bharatian Union, Persian Alliance and Formosa. Hostile wise, the Republic, Albion and the RUSS. The US has also requested, but their standing towards us is very ambiguous since their exit of the last Great War."

The US, even in this world should been a massive powerhouse, yet Brasillia's perfected Guerilla and defensive warfare grinded the then lacking in truly competent and motivated personel US Army, having their Paper Tiger proven to be wet paper, they got knocked off the Great War early, only the Likes of Legadonia and Albion got themselves put in more humiliating situations. Germania at the time was stuck solving National Matters and then putting Europa back in order, so both sides Justifiably ignored each other.

"The last part doesn't matter to me personaly, but duly noted. Leave the friendly Ambassadors for last, I expect the bad ones to sour my mood."

"As you wish, the US will be left inbetween then?"

Giving a thumbs up, I finish the last of the current paper stack, get myself back to presentable shape, Kaiserin leaves the Office with me.

X-X-X-X

"Total wastes of Time..."

Three countries, three idiots playing though guy to try pressuring me... Germania overall has not a single shred of interest about those wastes of everything, and I myself learned to just treat them as nonexistent after I washed my governance clean of dealing with them ever again at the conclusion of the 1984 New Amstreldam Trials for all their Bullshit through the hottest moments of the Cold War period, a name I blurted out carelessly one day and it was used by everyone after the fact to call the period between the Second Great War and the 21st Century.

"I know the Republic seems to have GENETIC HATRED of me, and Albion seems to have indoctronated their own people to see me as a boogeyman that brings misery and destruction to their Isles, IF the BND's long term studies of them as a Nation and Culture are the truth even if partialy. But the RUSS should more than have enough problems since forever to have spare to bother caring about me."

Or maybe the BND of my time Killing three of their most key Communist era figures has them soured towards a Germania led by me... Which makes no sense since there were several Factions in all the successor states that could be aptly called fanboys of mine. Whatever the problem is, seems the RUSS hates the idea of a Stronger Germania, even this half rusted corpse of an Armed forces we have is enough to stalemate their massive Sibyrian and Kievan Army elements, and they cannot move their Trans-Sibyrian, Caucasus and Mongolistan forces because the Asian Federation also wants any chance they might get to invade their lands.

"Ironic, a Neo-Socialist RUSS has to keep a Facistic CSR reborn 2.0 in check... Were our Europa problems not as bad, I would laugh myself to sleep with that."

Recomposing myself, The US Ambassador, Henry Schtuckmann was brought into this bland meeting room, it looks empty due to my orders to get rid of all the stupid waste of Taxpayer money and space garbage those Politicos wanting an easy Money Laundering way to poach Taxpayer money for themselves, but again, doubtful any amount of Luxury or immaculate room design will match my mere presence. Weird for me to say about Myself, but this body is terrific in its Beauty.

'Too perfect even, almost like it is more Divine than Human... This can be studied later...'

Refocusing on the now sitting Ambassador, I accept the handshake.

"Quite the Waves you caused, your Holyness."

"Just doing my due duties, Mr. Henry."

Greetings done, he seems to be moving to the main dish right away.

"My Bosses are in a bit of a hurry, so I will cut the chase. What are your plans towards the relationships between the US and Germania? Or maybe even a reborn OZEV?"

Either their CIA has good ears, or their strategists and Analysts have good brains inside those heads.

"Personally, I consider the US a historic ally, but that's all. For the current landscape, the current status quo of our countries relationship is fine. Each in their own lane, that's the kind of approach I would lile for the time being."

"The US also wishes a similar relationship. Though, what is your opinion on the continued relationships between my country with Albion and the Republic?"

"Nothing much. So long things stay in a way where your actions towards them don't bring trouble for Germania, all's fine."

Thanking me for opening a slot of my valuable time for this, he left.

"Anya, get your girls to get me some material about the US history since my death, no hurry, just have it ready."

"As you wish."

She left, Minutes later, both the Bharatian and Persian ambassadors arrived. The Intel Mike brought me was correct, geez, he could be making fortunes selling love fortune readings with such accuracy.

"Your Holyness."

Both respectfully bowed down. Taking their seats, talks started.

"Since you both want to talk, your agreement talks have been going well, no?"

"It's as you say. Our Geography is currently... Shaky at best."

The Bharatian ambassador replies.

Little wonders, despite reunifying with North Bharat after they imploded due to the CSR's collapse, a resilient lot kept refusing, seizkng a chunk of land connected to the Hinalayan mountain range and Afghanistan borders, and have been a historic ally of convenience to the powers that be there. And Bharat HATES both the Chinese and Russy, who would all too gladly seize their lands if given the chance. While the Persian Alliance is surrounded by hostiles aside members of Bharat's Union, the hostile bunch being a mix and match of enemies armed with either US, AF or RUSS surplus arms.

"Today's visit would be ask for my Blessing of your two blocs signing a major Agreement? Or you lot wanting help with seeking an Arms deal contract?"

"The former, but we would be happy to negotiate the latter if possible."

The Persian Alliance Ambassador answers. If I give positive words about this Agreement of theirs, It would be equal to Germania as a whole blessing the deal, any Hostile action would thus be tarnishing my Country's image along my own, a simple yet effective cunning way to get their enemies from doing anything rash.

"I can only say It's your Bloc's rights to make and sign whatever damned agrement you both want to. As for Arms sales, all I will say is Germania might find itself with a few too many surplus stockpiles of Tanks, AFVs, Aircraft and Small Arms. Once it happens, feel free to send a request to look at it."

They took what they could and left.

...

"Unrest is everywhere..."

"Holy Kaiserin, the Asian Federation is currently displaying its might, after all-"

"-Scorched Halloween, I know."

2097, Halloween day in the US, a Major Asian Federation Fleet was about to make a massive incursion against Akitsushima, Satellite scans of our own revealed their downscalled Navy being poorly positioned to intervene, leaving their enemy a free path to an almost unopposed beachhead that would make a costly war. Their Solution was go to their big guns right away, a Strategic Class Magician that could create the E=MC reaction when you fully decompose the atoms of a targeted item to serve as the "Bomb"

A few other incidents happened, but nothing of weight came of it all. Even though EVERYONE knew it was a stupid suicidal idea to let a human being carry that much power even if under severe power limiters. RTK's owner and most Brillisnt mind to be alive nowadays, replicated that unique spell and test fired it in Space, quickly denouncing that Akitsushima was recklessly keeping a "Weapon" that could very well end the existence of Earth in its entirety if a single mistake happened when having that Magician fire it.

Ugh... Space... Germania's GSR... Another major priority I want back to working capacity by yesterday... Yet there's still too much fortified resistance in there... Fuck you Magicians, and fuck you Being X.

"Everyone complains Brasillia has a Monopoly of the Space, yet don't do jackshit to get their own Space station and Space port... And theirs aren't even from the Brasillian government, but from a Private company HQ'ed there..."

Thankfully I dexided to have the worst part of today's diplomatic meeting be the starter. Formosa's Ambassador was very nice, though he clearly seemed to be a Follower of that Church of mine... Whatever...

"Maybe call today a day and just take some fresh air... Maybe I should go cook something ..."

"Tanya, If you want to cook, start with some Soup first."

"Et Tu, Kaiserin?"