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AEH contains 18 nations, the 1,076th most in the world.
Today's World Census Report
The Most Scientifically Advanced in AEH
World Census researchers quantified national scientific advancement by quizzing random citizens about quantum chromodynamics, space-time curvature and stem cell rejuvenation therapies. Responses based on Star Trek were discarded.
As a region, AEH is ranked 19,279th in the world for Most Scientifically Advanced.
 | Nation | WA Category | Motto | |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |  The Holy Empire of Dubnia | Authoritarian Democracy Mouth-Breathing Creationists | “In God We Trust” | |
| 2. |  The Roman Empire of The Eastern Latins | New York Times Democracy Corporate-Dominated Sham Democracy | “Ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem” | |
| 3. |  The Federation of The Russian Rodina | Moralistic Democracy Narrow-Minded Backwoodsy Bigots | “Many peoples, but one Motherland” | |
| 4. |  The Federal German Empire of Neu-Kaiser-Reich | Moralistic Democracy Narrow-Minded Backwoodsy Bigots | “Gott mit uns” | |
| 5. |  The Empire of Le Hexagone | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists | “Liberté, Ordre Public” | |
| 6. |  The Holy See of Neo-Vatican City | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists | “Memento novissima tua” | |
| 7. |  The Ottoman Empire of Persian Gulf Nations | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists | “Devlet-I Ebed-müddet (The Eternal State)” | |
| 8. |  The Arab Socialist Republic of Neo-Egypt | Psychotic Dictatorship Fascist Dictatorship | “Freedom, Unity, Socialism” | |
| 9. | The Founder Nation of Waites Corner | Inoffensive Centrist Democracy Fascists | “My Region, My Rules” | |
| 10. |  The Holy Ethiopian Empire of Abyssiopia | Moralistic Democracy Narrow-Minded Backwoodsy Bigots | “Ethiopia Stretches Her Hands unto God” |
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Regional Happenings
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The Republic of Great Srbija arrived from Osiris.
- : The Republic of Great Srbija ceased to exist.
- : The Roman Empire of The Eastern Latins unsuppressed a post on the Regional Message Board.
- : The Founder Nation of Waites Corner rejected THE SUPER POWERS's request for regional embassies.
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The Fascistic State of Trenmart of the region THE SUPER POWERS proposed constructing embassies.
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The Republic of Nacion Argentina ceased to exist.
- : The Holy Empire of Dubnia arrived from Lazarus.
- : The Empire of Far Eastern Russia arrived from The Graveyard.
- : The Founder Nation of Waites Corner opened a new regional poll: "Should The Russian Rodina be permitted to claim the lands of the former nation of Far Eastern Russia?".
- : The Founder Nation of Waites Corner deleted a regional poll.
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Empress bids farewell to Roman Empire, heads to Persian Gulf Nations
After enjoying her stay in the Roman Empire and having given a grand speech to the Imperial Senate and being bestowed the honor of the Order of the Sebastos, Her Imperial Majesty, EMpress marilyn has departed Constantinople for Baghdad in the Ottoman Empire. Though Britannia itself is mainly Protestant and Catholic, it has a substantial Muslim population and this leg of her Good Will Tour will reinforce her oath to uphold all faiths as Defender of the Realm much like her father declared during his reign. She has been given a grand tour itinerary and will visit anicent sites throughout the Ottoman lands while still being mindful of religious and local customs.
The Empress Marilyn of 
Neo Britianna arrived in Baghdad yesterday.
She was met at Baghdad International Airport by Sehzade (Imperial Prince) Mustafa, the brother of the Sultan and his wife, the exiled Emir Mohammed V of 
Yamnat and his wife, and the mayor of Baghdad.
The Empress's motorcade passed through cheering crowds along the streets of the capital. It seemed to observers that Britiannan flags outnumbered Ottoman flags in the crowd, showing the young Empress's popularity with the citizens.
When the Empress emerged from her car prior to entering the Sabiha Palace, where she was to meet the Sultan, it was seen that she was wearing a black scarf lightly covering her head. This shows her understanding of and sensitivity to our religion and customs.
After meeting the Sultan and the Sultana, the Grand Vizier and other government officials, the empress and her party returned through the streets to their residence at the newly restored Al-Rehab Palace.
Due to time constraints, the empress's visits to historic sites in the empire will not be as extensive as previously anticipated. She will be taken to visit the Ishtar Gate and the ruins of both Ninevah and Eridu and inspect the work being done on the Ziggurat of Ur. After that will be meetings with the Sultan and the Grand Vizier, finishing her visit with a state dinner at the Britiannian University-Baghdad.
Britannian University, Baghdad
"Your Imperial Majesty, honored ministers, distinguished guests, and friends, it is both a privilege and a pleasure to stand before you today as a representative of the Britannian Empire, but also as a friend. The ties between our nations were not forged in a single meeting, nor are they sustained by ceremony alone. They were built over generations through diplomacy, shared interests, mutual respect, and the understanding that friendship between nations, much like friendship between people, must be tended to if it is to endure.
I was raised to believe that such friendships carry with them a duty: a duty to remember those who came before us, to honor the bonds they worked so hard to establish, and above all, to leave something stronger for those who will follow us. My father understood that well. Throughout his life he believed that old alliances should never be allowed to become little more than words written in history books or photographs hanging upon palace walls. An alliance must live. It must grow. It must adapt to the world around it. I share that belief, and it is one of the reasons I am here today.
Our nations possess histories stretching through generations of triumph, hardship, disagreement, cooperation, war, peace, loss, and renewal. We should take pride in what our peoples have accomplished, but we must never become prisoners of nostalgia, nor should we turn away from the darker pages of our histories. Every great nation has them. There are moments we would prefer had never occurred, decisions we would make differently with the wisdom of hindsight, and wounds that required generations to heal. We cannot change those things by pretending they did not happen. We honor the past most sincerely when we are willing to confront all of it, the victories and the failures alike, and carry its lessons forward. History should not be a chain binding us to old mistakes. It should be a compass, and today I believe that compass points forward.
The friendship between the Ottoman Empire and the Britannian Empire gives us an opportunity to build something worthy of those who established these ties and, more importantly, worthy of those who will inherit them. There is much our peoples can accomplish together: in science and medicine, where cooperation can improve and save lives; in engineering and technology, where shared knowledge can turn impossible ideas into reality; in education, where students and researchers can learn from one another; in commerce and industry, where cooperation can create prosperity; and in culture, where understanding reminds us that differences between nations need never prevent friendship between peoples.
These endeavors are not undertaken merely for governments. They are undertaken for people: for the scientist beginning her first experiment, the engineer drawing plans for something that has never existed before, the student wondering what kind of world awaits him, and the families who simply wish for their children to inherit lives safer, more prosperous, and more hopeful than their own. Those of us entrusted with leadership occupy our positions only temporarily. Thrones change hands. Governments change. Generations pass. What remains is what we choose to build while that responsibility is ours.
That is duty. Not simply maintaining what already exists, but improving it. Not merely remembering old friendships, but creating new reasons for them to endure. Not simply speaking of a brighter future, but doing the difficult work necessary to make one possible. I therefore come here not only to celebrate the friendship that already exists between our nations, but to renew Britannia's commitment to it. Let us strengthen the ties our predecessors gave us and expand cooperation wherever our peoples may benefit. Let our universities, laboratories, industries, armed services, cultural institutions, and citizens find new opportunities to work beside one another. And when disagreements inevitably arise, as they always will between sovereign nations, let us meet them not as strangers staring at one another across a divide, but as old friends seated together at the same table.
Someday another generation will stand where we stand now. They will look back upon the choices we made and judge whether we were worthy custodians of the world entrusted to us. May they say that we remembered the past without being consumed by it, that we chose cooperation over complacency, that we strengthened old friendships instead of allowing them to fade, and that together the Ottoman Empire and the Britannian Empire helped pave the road toward something better. Not merely for ourselves, but for our children, for their children, and for generations whose names we will never know, but whose future we nevertheless hold, in some small way, within our hands today. May the friendship between our peoples endure, may our cooperation grow, and may we march together toward a brighter future."
It has just been announced that the government has granted the request of the provisional governments of Umbria and the Marche for annexation and inclusion in our nation.
Soldiers and civil administrators will begin arriving the the two regions tomorrow. The formal terms will be sent to the legislature for ratification, which is regarded as merely a formality. Thus 2 regions return to their proper allegiance and Italy is one step closer to reunification unter its true government.
It has also been announced the the government is in talks with the Republic of Tuscany about the relationship between our two nations.
From the Fars News Agency report of 9/15/2026
The government has announced that it will be withdrawing "a large part" of the the assistance given to the Islamic Liberation Front {ILF}, both in Yamnat and around the world.
The announcement was short, with no reasons or explanations given.
The government has never publicly said how much assistance it has given to the ILF, but it is thought that it could be as much as a billion rials total over the years.
There has been no response from the ILF as of this moment, but it has been noted that all advisors and support personnel engaged with the ILF were withdrawn back to the Islamic Republic before the announcement was made.
Office of the Prime Minister, Darwin House, New London
PM Rowling leaned back against his chair, studying the latest stack of revisions with mild horror. "This is the current version?" he asked, rubbing his temples.
To his left, Secretary of State Robin Marlow didn't even look up from her tablet, replying dryly, "The current version as of forty minutes ago."
"So obsolete by lunch, then," Marlow added with a faint, knowing smile.
"Most likely," Ramírez muttered, the Earl Marshal giving the paperwork a tired, sidelong glare from the right side of the desk.
The diplomatic folder snapped open as Marlow leaned forward. "Foreign attendance continues to increase. The Roman Empire has confirmed a senior delegation. The Russian Federation has done the same, and preliminary confirmations are in from the Federal German Empire, the Ethiopian Empire, and several others."
Rowling raised an eyebrow. "And the Ottomans?"
"I would be astonished if they declined after hosting Her Majesty," Marlow said.
Ramírez slouched further into his chair, a dry smirk touching his lips. "They may simply follow her home at this rate."
"Provided they submit the appropriate paperwork," Marlow countered without missing a beat.
The Earl Marshal stared at her in disbelief. "You would make an Emperor fill out an arrival form?"
"I would make God fill out an arrival form if He wanted diplomatic parking," Marlow shot back deadpan.
Rowling hastily hid a cough behind his hand, trying to swallow his amusement. "Moving on, before we end up annexing Heaven. What about delegation sizes?"
"We are receiving requests from governments wanting larger delegations than originally anticipated," Marlow sighed, flipping a page. "I have already instructed the Foreign Office to make clear that space is finite. Heads of state, heads of government, immediate diplomatic personnel, and reasonable security details will be accommodated."
"And everyone else?" Rowling asked.
Marlow offered a sharp, uncompromising grin. "They can discover the miracle of television."
Ramírez nodded approvingly, pointing a finger at her. "Finally, someone speaking sense in this room."
The humor evaporated as Rowling shifted the papers, his expression turning analytical. "Her Majesty is going to want the ceremony to say something beyond mere succession."
"She has already made that clear," Ramírez agreed, his posture straightening.
"Continuity without stagnation," Marlow supplied softly, watching Rowling's expression.
"Exactly," Rowling said, tapping the edge of the report. "Her father spent years strengthening old alliances and opening doors where he could. Marilyn wants to continue that, but she also wants this reign to have its own direction."
Marlow closed her folder with a quiet snap. "Which is precisely why half the coronation is turning into an impromptu diplomatic summit."
"Could be worse," Rowling murmured.
Ramírez raised a skeptical eyebrow. "How?"
Rowling paused, considering the chaotic logistical nightmare that alternative would entail. "...Point taken."
Ramírez pulled the ceremonial schedule toward himself, scanning the columns. "The principal structure remains unchanged. The procession follows the traditional route through New London. The Armed Forces will provide ceremonial formations, but Her Majesty specifically rejected anything resembling a military parade. There will be an Imperial Guard presence, naturally, but the emphasis remains on the Crown, the people, and the continuity of the Empire."
"Good," Rowling noted, folding his hands. "Britannia hardly needs to prove it possesses an army."
That earned a quiet, appreciative huff of laughter from Marlow. For a transcontinental empire spanning North America and beyond, quiet confidence in that particular department was infinitely more useful than rattling sabers.
"Representatives from every major part of Britannian society will be present," Ramírez continued, listing off the groups. "Provincial and territorial governments, the Armed Forces, universities, scientific institutions, veterans' organizations, emergency services, religious communities, industry, and civic groups."
"Mexico?" Rowling checked.
"Represented."
"Canada?"
"Naturally."
"Panama?"
"Yes."
"Puerto Rico?"
Ramírez slowly rotated his head, fixing a long, deadpan stare on the Prime Minister.
Rowling offered an utterly unapologetic smile. "I couldn't resist."
"You people are genuinely determined to abuse my patience today," Ramírez groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
Marlow glanced sideways at him, her eyes sparkling. "You still have some left?"
"Barely."
"How much time are we actually leaving for foreign bilateral meetings afterward?" Rowling asked, steering them back to the brutal reality of the timeline.
"Not enough," Marlow answered instantly.
Ramírez blinked at her speed. "That was quick."
"I know Her Majesty," Marlow said flatly.
"So do we," Ramírez replied.
"Then you understand the problem." Rowling sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Marilyn had inherited her father's most terrifying trait: the sincere, unwavering belief that sleep was merely an optional inconvenience when there was work to be done.
Marlow checked her notes. "The Roman delegation has already indicated interest in bilateral discussions. The Russians are expected to do the same. The Germans have several economic and technical matters they want brought up, and I expect the Ottomans will have additional proposals ready after her current tour."
"Research cooperation?" Rowling asked.
"In several key sectors."
"Trade?"
"That too."
"Defense?"
Marlow hesitated just a fraction of a second too long. "Some."
Ramírez smiled thinly. "Meaning yes."
"Meaning matters for another room," Marlow deflected smoothly.
Rowling nodded in concession. "Fair enough." He dropped his gaze back to the schedule, frowning. "When does she actually rest in all of this?"
Silence stretched across the desk. Neither Marlow nor Ramírez answered.
Rowling looked up, narrowing his eyes. "That was not a rhetorical question."
Marlow cleared her throat, pointing a precise finger at a microscopic block of text on the page. "Right there."
Rowling squinted at it. "That says 'personal preparation.'"
"Technically unassigned time," Marlow defended.
"Robin."
"I am working with the miracle worker's budget I was given."
Ramírez leaned across the table to inspect the tiny slot. "Two hours?"
"Three," Marlow corrected.
"Generous," Ramírez muttered.
Rowling stared between them in disbelief. "We are not running the Empress into the ground before she even reaches the Abbey steps."
Marlow folded her arms defensively. "Then feel free to tell her that."
"I intend to," Rowling shot back.
Marlow arched an eyebrow. "May I attend?"
"No."
"Why ever not?"
"Because I desperately need you to remain Secretary of State after she throws me out of a window."
Ramírez let out a short, barking laugh. "Wise man."
Rowling flipped to the final thick tab. "Security."
The lighthearted mood instantly evaporated, the air in the office growing sharp and professional. Ramírez opened a heavily stamped packet.
"The Imperial Guard takes primary protective responsibility around Her Majesty," Ramírez briefed, his tone all business. "Metropolitan authorities, military intelligence, and foreign protective details are already coordinating closely. Airspace restrictions will step up incrementally as the date approaches, the ceremonial route will be locked down, and reserve units will stage outside the city limits."
"No fortress atmosphere," Rowling instructed firmly. "I want the public to see their Empress, not three miles of razor wire and barricades."
"The plan reflects that balance," Ramírez assured him.
"Foreign governments have all been briefed on the security posture," Marlow added. "No serious objections raised so far."
"Good." Rowling leaned back, letting the silence settle for a beat. To anyone else, the desk was just a graveyard of administrative minutiae—routes, names, timetables, seating charts. But beneath the ink lay the weight of transition. Marilyn's accession had closed a massive chapter of Britannian history, carrying forward her father's philosophy that power meant nothing without responsibility.
"We need to keep the core message intact," Rowling said quietly.
Marlow looked up from her notes. "The succession?"
"The future," Rowling corrected. "The traditions matter. Her father matters. Everything that built Britannia into what it is today matters. But Marilyn does not intend to spend her entire reign staring nervously over her shoulder."
Marlow's lips curved into a genuine, soft smile. "No. She certainly doesn't."
"Then the coronation must reflect that," Rowling insisted. "We honor what came before, and immediately we look forward."
Ramírez closed his folder with a decisive thump. "Old foundations. New reign."
"Exactly," Rowling said.
Marlow nodded, connecting the dots. "And our allies need to see that a change of monarch hasn't softened our commitments."
Rowling met her gaze steadily. "Not merely that. They should leave New London believing those relationships have room to grow even stronger."
Outside Darwin House, the steady, unbothered pulse of New London continued. Civil servants hurried across the pavements, traffic hummed through the avenues, and millions of citizens lived out their days largely untouched by the heavy machinery of state being assembled in their name. Thousands of miles away, Marilyn was doing identical work in a different theater—talking with the Ottomans, renewing old ties, and forging new paths without simply copy-pasting her father's footsteps.
Rowling gathered the scattered folders into a neat, uniform stack.
"Very well. Foreign delegations stay with the Secretary of State. Ceremonial arrangements remain with the Earl Marshal. Security coordination proceeds as outlined. Anything requiring Her Majesty's personal sign-off can wait until she returns unless delay causes an active crisis."
Marlow offered a crisp nod. "Understood."
Ramírez followed suit, gathering his notes. "Agreed."
As the Earl Marshal turned to leave, Rowling added smoothly, "And find some actual breathing room in that schedule, Robin."
Marlow groaned softly, tossing her head back. "I knew you were going to circle right back to that."
"Robin."
"I'll see what miracles I can perform."
Ramírez paused at the door, glancing back over his shoulder. "If we are quite finished here, Prime Minister, I have yet another agonizing meeting about historical ceremonial uniforms."
Rowling offered a look of profound, genuine sympathy. "How bad is it?"
"Someone just rediscovered an obscure regulation from 1890," Ramírez sighed.
Marlow winced. "God help you."
"He abandoned me weeks ago," Ramírez deadpanned, before freezing with his hand on the handle. "Oh, and Prime Minister?"
"Yes?"
"When this coronation is finally over, I am disappearing off the grid for a full month."
Marlow laughed outright. "You'll last four days tops."
"Three," Rowling corrected smoothly.
Ramírez shot both of them a deeply offended glare. "I profoundly despise this government."
"You'll be right back at your desk tomorrow," Rowling replied with a faint smile.
"Unfortunately."
The heavy door clicked shut behind him, leaving Marlow to gather her own papers and depart shortly after. Rowling remained seated for a long moment, staring down at the embossed cover of the schedule bearing Marilyn's name.
There was still an absolute mountain of work ahead. Invitations would swell, plans would inevitably fracture, security frameworks would be rewritten, and some forgotten piece of protocol would undoubtedly detonate at the worst possible second.
Yet the foundations were sound.
When Marilyn finally returned from her tour, Britannia would be ready. Not just to place a heavy gold crown upon an Empress's brow, but to mark the dawn of a reign determined to honor the past without ever becoming imprisoned by it.
To: Secretary of State Robin Marlow
From: Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs
The delegation to the Coronation of Empress Marilyn will be as follows:
Their Imperial Highnesses the Crown Prince and Princess
Deputy Chancellor Lina Wittke
They will be accompanied by a minimal staff and will provide their own security. The delegation will stay at the Maryland estate of industrialist Hans Oelfke, a long time friend of the Kaiser
If you have any questions or concerns, please contact us immediately.
Johann Satow
Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs
From: Office of Secretary of State
To: Imperial Ministry of Foreign Affairs
We are most pleased to hear your response in regards to attending the coronation of Her Imperial Majesty and are also happy that you have found lodging with Mr. Oelfke, who was a friend of late Emperor as well as they shared many of the same hobbies and ideas. As you will be honored guest of Britannia, we will provide, alongside your won security, a small contingent from the House Guards and hope that you enjoy your stay within Britannia once Her Majesty returns from the Ottoman Empire by months end.
The visit of Empress Marilyn to the Eternal State was a complete success.
Other than the ultra religious, all stratas of society were extremely pleased. She has been praised on all sides for her maturity, modesty and her sensitivity to the culture and traditions of our nation.
The Caliph has stated that this visit "marks a the beginning of a new chapter in the relationship between our two nations." He also stated that a delegation from the Eternal State will be sent to the young Empresses' Coronation. This is contrary to anonymous statements made soon after the death of the former emperor.
The government has also stated that there will be upcoming announcements in regards to military equipment procurement in the near future.
Random Thoughts from the Founder:
The annual NationStates Nuclear Apocalypse is rapidly approaching. As per usual, if you want to indulge, that's your lookout. If not, all the same. Just a friendly reminder that anything that happens during the apocalypse has no bearing on RP or anything else in the region.
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