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Region: New West Indies

New united carolinas

Somewhat awkwardly, whether it was from the wine or just nerves, Lysithea decided to stand up first. “First of all Madame President, I just want to thank you for inviting us here tonight. My predecessor would’ve loved to have been here as well and honestly I would’ve preferred him to do the talking while I take care of the drinking.”

She paused as many people chuckled. “Unfortunately, while this is a time to be merry, there is a lot on my mind. It’s one thing to fight a war, it’s another to fight one with an enemy you know nothing about. I’ve made it clear that I won’t drag anyone into this conflict unwillingly but I can assure you, if we don’t stand up, then who will? Because if somehow we lost this fight and Kunkenga continues what they’re doing now, all of Earth- no, all of the galaxy will be at risk. So I ask all of you here tonight, what will you do to help prevent a tragedy like on Szel?” She then took a swig from her glass before promptly sitting down.

North italian union wrote:

King Nicola caressed his mustaches. Chancellor Furlan knew that that was a great hint of him thinking intensively.
"I think our nation has been quiet for a little too long on this matter. We share a border along the Alps with Kunkenga and we can't ignore his attacks to our allies anymore. If help is needed we'll gladly send it.".
The King paused and glared at Furlan: "Chancellor?"
The Chancellor stopped eating the delicious salmon tartar and ricomposed nervously.
"Yes Your Majesty?" He said with the mouth probably still full of tartar.
The King sighed.
"Show them our plans for an eventual preemptive attack and the project we have worked on during this period of neutrality. We're all allies in this meeting."

Chancellor Furlan took out an olographic projector and displayed a map of the north italian-kunkengan border along the Alps. The mountains where covered in detailed military formations and strategic arrows. The chancellor showed the next slide. Thousands of bunkers where being built among all the Alpine terrestrial borders of the NIU along with advanced defense technology.

The King pointed at the olographic image.
"This will be a new Maginot line. Albeit hopefully this time will work against a german" he smirked. "We are ready to use the invasion plan if it will be deemed necessary. I invite all of our allies to prepare for a new war as well. Nationalist German Empire seems to have returned to a peaceful life but this new nation has potential to be a new NGE. We should stay prepared. Even on space colonies."

The sakura nippon wrote:

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Kiyomi has received word from the Minister of Foreign Affairs. An invitation to a New Years Party in North America, most specifically the New United Carolinas. It is advised that Kiyomi would travel with a guard as many people would show up, some could may possibly pick a fight with her or , others may fight with each other. That is when Minister of Public Safety had came into the room with the solution.

The Minister of Public Safety took the Empress to Public Security Section 9. Where she would bring her to some area full of wires and scientists.

Shizuka: "Your Heavenly Majesty, meet Takata Matsuko, still in development but she will be ready once you go to the Americas for the trip, she is one of Section 9's most prized agents as she will shape how Section 9 operates as a Black-Ops Unit. People won't notice that she is part of Section 9 as Section 4 sometimes uses heavy augmented soldiers in combat. She is fully cybridized and she doesn't have to carry a weapon to the diplomatic meeting. We will get her dressed up as soon as she is out of the pod,• Shizuka would say as she left the room afterwards, Kiyomi was shocked with the idea of people becoming cyborgs or heavily augmenting themselves, however this was for her protection and seems to have came from a corporation that supplies these augmentations and parts.

The Party in Palmetto City - 31st, December, 2147

Her Heavenly Majesty arrives a bit late into the scene, with her guard near Kiyomi's side. As she was unfamiliar to North America and its leaders. She took a seat in one of the tables in the back of the area. So she doesn't cause disruption while trying to look for a nice spot to sit in.

She wore this time a flowery kimono with a pearly color covering her chest and bosom. The lower part was the Hakama which was tied at the waist and ran down to her feet covering most of her legs with a dark cloth that had flowers at the ends of it. She also wore Hakama Boots which went along nicely. Her guard however wore a formal attire that was more western-like. She wore an elegant black suit that resembled more of an office attire, to add onto her mysterious identity, her iris colors were covered by a sleek and dark sunglasses that.

For the most part they observed like sitting ducks.

Palmetto City, Cusabo Province

December 31, 2147. Soon to be January 2148.

After everyone had said their parts, the countdown began. What made this hotel unique was that the top floor was like a glass dome, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean and the beach. This meant that the world leaders had the best view possible of the oceanic fireworks, that were to be launched at midnight.

Ariana listened carefully to the words of Chancellor Lysitheia, and King Nicola. Ariana didn't expect the parting words of 2147 to be war plans, and evidently neither did the other guests. However, Ariana smiled, internally promising to keep the thoughts of Kunkenga in mind.

Various other people spoke. Some emotional statements, while some were generic and sappy. Yet they were all much appreciated. From leaders to diplomats to normal guests. Before they knew it, the final minute was upon them, and everyone began counting down.

"Here's to a new year," Ariana told her family, as they looked upon the coast of their country. They could see hundreds of onlookers on the beach, drinking and partying just as they were on the roof. Righteous stared blankly at the dark skies before asking: "Mom. Are we going to war?" The question took Ariana by surprise.

"I'm not sure," Ariana said. She really wasn't sure. She didn't think the Carolinas should get involved in this situation, especially considering how powerful a nation like Ventus Prime really is. But... if push came to shove.

"I hope not." Righteous sighed.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The room roared. Immediately afterward, fireworks shot from the floating boats, filling the sky with hundreds of bright colors. Glasses clinked together in celebration and unity. Though, there was a feeling of uncertainty that clouded Ariana's mind, and what she assumed to be the minds of other leaders as well.

Yet, Ariana took a deep breath, and sighed. She didn't want these feelings to cloud her judgment this year. She turned to the party guests. People she had known for years, or she had just gotten acquainted with.

She wasn't a fortune teller, so she wasn't certain what was going to happen. But if anything, she wanted to make sure she maintained relations with the countries NUC was close with.

Cymiopolis and North italian union

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