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The Treaty of Amsterdam

I. Active hostilities and/or blockades enacted between all signatories will immediately cease, and this treaty will be recognized as the document ending the state of war existing between any and all signatories as of its signing.

II. Malta and the Ionian Islands will be transferred to Italian administration, and a policy of mutual non-aggression will be instituted between the United Republic and the Kingdom of Italy, lasting for a total of ten years. All signatories will consider the previous agreement concerning the Ionian Islands, between the United Republic and the Kingdom of Greece, to be null and void.

III. The island of Heligoland will be purchased by the Kingdom of Prussia from the United Republic for a sum of £25.

[X ] King Vittorio Emanuele II, King of Italy.
[X] King William III, King of the Netherlands.
[X ] King William I, King of Prussia.
[ X] Tsar Alexander II, Tsar of Russia.
[ ] Albert Edward, Prime Minister of the United Republic of Great Britain and Ireland.

This, my brethren, was the Treaty that passed before my desk late last evening. With the withdrawal of the French and Austrians from the War, ambassadors between the United Republic and members of the 8th Coalition discussed many details. This was the final resolution. As I mulled over this Treaty, it seemed...not a bad deal. We would be at peace with these Nations for only a small cost. We would be free to pursue our efforts in the rest of the World. Yet still, I was conflicted. So I went to bed that night with a great turmoil in my soul. Though for what reason I could not fathom why. A fitful rest took me...and I dreamed.

In my dream, I stood upon shifting sands. A beating sun bore down upon me and I walked treacherous miles. Until the form of a man came into view. Darkened skin of the Turks covered his form and a scraggly, brown beard flowed from his face. A helmet with a pointed tip rested upon his head. He appeared to be a middle-aged man and I asked him,

"Who are you?"

The man merely smiled wanly and waved out his hand in a simple command to look. I walked to stand beside the man and before me I saw a the strangest creature reminiscent of a devil. It's hind legs were that of a bear and it's upper form was that of a man. Fermented grapes rested round the devil's neck like a garland. And it's face was the most hideous of grotesqueness. I could not bare to look at it. The only countenance I could recall was that of a flowing white mustache.

And this devil was in combat with numerous other creatures. From the ground, numerous lions nipped at the devil's legs. Millions of ant's crawled along the creatures arms in search of the fruited grapes. A falcon soared through the air and scratched in it's passes. Upon the ground lay a large bird and the wounded form of a wimpering wolf. In the distance, I could see a powerful phoenix observing the fight. The devil spoke honeyed words to the phoenix and so the majestic creature left the devil to it's battle. The devil crushed the ants and slew the lions. The Falcon was shot from the air. And the Devil went in search of the Phoenix to slay it. In it's nest, the Phoenix and all her eggs were destroyed.

I turned to the old man and asked,

"What does this mean?"

He simple smiled and stated,

"Stay the course."

And I awoke with a knowledge of what to do. My brethren, I do not know if this dream was a vision of God or merely the result of indigestion; however, if it be from God I give Him thanks. And if it be inidigestion, I thank my cooks. For this dream has shown me that we are that Phoenix. We were born from the ashes of the United Kingdom's insanity, and now we have the responsibility to take what was good from our former government and make it right. This is not a war over Belgium or the Treaty of Constantinople, rather it is a war over who will hold the Sovereinty of Europe. We must not...we cannot...let the Eighth Coalition command this.

And so, despite the loss of France and Austria. We must not give in. I have, myself, full confidence that if all do their duty, if nothing is neglected, and if the best arrangements are made, as they are being made, we shall prove ourselves once again able to defend our Sovereignty, to ride out the storm of war, and to outlive the Coalition of Tyranny, if necessary for years, if necessary alone. At any rate, that is what we are going to do. That is the resolve of the Republic's Government-every man of them. That is the will of Parliament and the nation. The British Republic will defend to the death our strength. Even though Austria and France have fallen, we shall not flag or fail. We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in Europe, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the Colonies, with all their power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old.

We shall never, never give up.

To our Allies we stand with you. To the Ottoman Falcons we will soar with you. Alongside the Romanian Lions we will roar. With the Orient too numerous to count we will swarm over the Coalition of Tyranny. To the Spaniards of Courage we will sing great Victory. To our allies in Mexico let the drums of War sound.

To our brothers in France, we simply ask this plea...don't give up. Never give in. Let not the words of the Eighth Coalition sway your mind. Let not the struggle seem too great. We ask our brothers in France to think of their legacy. Let generations from now not think of the French as cowards of capitulation, but rather as Dragons of might and courage. Let your power and bravery sing, my French Brethren. We ask that you remember our Alliance. That you remember the call to battle alongside the FFGB. Do not forsake us. You dreamed of a day when every Englishmen knew French. I dream of a day when the courage of France makes knowing such a language an honor. Do not forget us.

To the Eighth Coalition I merely have this to say...you can take your Treaty and burn it in Hell. Rest Uneasy.

We shall fight.

-Albert Edward, British Prime Minister.

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