Posting my app so I don't get left out. Very much a WIP. If possible, could Vatanno-Galvia be positioned on the western most edge on the old continent, the peninsula over there.
"Deo dante, firma stabit."
Nation Name:Vatanno-Galvia
Demonym: Vatannian, Galvian.
Population: 62, 000, 000 (8 points). Vatanno-Galvia enjoys a high population and a steady increase in its population rate. There seems to be no indication that this will change in the coming years to come.
The Vatannian Reunification
The two nations of Vatannia and Galvia has always been influencial to one another. When the old Polmanian senate began expanding from the Reiner river, they turned north towards the early Galvian tribes. When the Polmanian empire began to collapse 200 years later, the Galvian proto-kingdom swept down south and sacked the northern Imperials. The medieval age brought more bloodshed as the neighbors fought for fiefs. The Galvian war of ascession was made worst with the medling of Northern Vatannian-supported usurpers. The inquisitions of the southern Vatannian kingdoms during the late medieval ages often spilled onto Galvia, dragging them into religious unrest.
However the start of the great alliance would begin in 1775. In January, the Colvian revolution was underway. The Kingdom of Colvia was one of the wealthy merchants states of the northern Vatannian region. However a class struggle has been secretly brewing in the kingdom. Colvia, along with its neighboring merchant kingdoms, had began its industrial revolution. The elites were the only people with the capital necessary to build the factories needed to industrialize the nation. New opportunities arised as the nation entered the industrial age. However the nation's working class was quickly marginalized. Worker's unions were disbanded, often with extreme force. Protest were swept aside by the army. The prosperous merchant state became more and more troubled.
Galvia decided to intervene by providing arms for the workers. The riots became armed revolts that the Colvian army had more and more difficulties quelling. During November of 1975, the workers marched towards the royal palace. There they forced the ruling monarch, King Francesco Allemani III, to step down. The army tried to retake the palace but was repelled by the armed rebels who had occupied the building. After two hours of extensive fighting, the King abdicated. Cilerno and Annatolia, the other merchant states neighboring Colvia, grew discontent with thier class differences too. Cilerno managed to oust its monarchs peacefully while Annatolia's King, King Alfredo Milano, was brutally executed. The three states formed a union to protect themselves as they reestablished their governments.
Meanwhile, the southern kingdom of Napoles and the Papal states were experiencing their own revolutions too. The citizens of Napoles wanted to join the northern union. King Leonardo Telmo, wanted to distance himself from the growing republican nationalism to the north. The nation was set on the same course as its northern neighbors. In the papal states, the Pope condemned the northern rebels and the new government they were forming. The divine right to rule was broken.
A civil war then erupted in Napoles. By 1778, the northern provinces of Napoles were in armed conflict of the Royal Army. The northern states, now reformed with their own constitutions, decide to help the rebels and Galvia provided them arms and additional rations. The Royal Army held its ground a year before they were constantly pushed back by the rebels. By 1779, the rebels were at the doorsteps of the capital. The rebel forces pushed through the royal gaurds of the city and captured the Napolean Royal Palace. King Michelangelo Stressi was exiled after being captured. The call of nationalism soon found itself in the papal states. However the pope was able to make a comprise with the nationalist. The took the city of Polma, the ancient capital of the old Polmanian empire, as his own holdings and the nationalist kept the rest of the nation. However the pope would still require those territories to pay taxes to the church in return.
In 1790, an official proclamation was made that the states of Colvia, Cilerno, Annatolia, Napoles and the former papal states were merged into one single entity, the new kingdom of Vatannia. Named after the old Polmerian name for the region, the new constitutional kingdom was formed. Far from the visions of the early revolutionaries though, Vatannia's parliament quickly went to aristocrats and noble families. The people of Vatannia were too enthusiastic about the reunification to concern themselves with the new government. The king of Vatannia was chosen to be King Georgino Malvechi, the direct cousin of the former king of Colvia.
The Rosvo-Galvian War
While spirits were high in Vatannia, Galvia was suffering from a demoralizing war with it's neighbor, the Kingdom of Rosvo. The Kingdom of Rosvo had entered into hostilities with Galvia in 1787. Galvia declared war with the intent to capture its ore rich territories.
Rosvo won a decisive victory against Galvia and stopped the Galvian invasion in 1788. The tables were turned and now the Rosvonian army was marching south towards Galvia. In desperate need of aid, Galvia turned towards its southern neighbor. In 1793, Vatannia signed an alliance with Galvia. By the spring of 1794, the combined might of Vatannians and Galvians overwhelmed the invading Rosvonians. By summer the next year, the routed their enemy in tactical victory. In 1795 Vatannian and Galvian forces captured the capital of Rosvo, the city of Moscovi, and exiled its leader. The rest of the country was quickly annexed by Galvia.
The Dual Monarchy
Garnering prestige from their combined victory, the parliaments of both Vatannia and Galvia considered an alliance. By March of 1800, Prime Minister Andrello Daverna met with his counterpart in Galvia, David Venalli. There a framework for an alliance was written as a draft and would be presented to the kings of both nations.
Source: Monarchy
Provinces: (9 points)
4 Coastal Provinces
5 Land Provinces
Industry: (6 points)
1 Minor Factory
1 Minor Shipyard
Army: (9 points)
20, 000 Professionals
40, 000 Regulars
60, 000 Conscripts
Navy: (5 points)
5 Trade Ships
6 Destroyers
1 Armored Destroyer
Army Technology: (9 points) Weaponry
[Bolt Action Rifle (1895)] - Mannicher Model 65
Tactics
[Mass Assault (1899)]
Developments
[Trench Warfare (1900)]
Navy Technology: This is the naval technology for your nation. All stats begin at the first tech in each category. Moving up one costs 1 Nation Point, the next costs 2 Nation Points, et cetera. -- Destroyers: [Armor (1895)] -- [Guns (1895)] -- [Engines (1895) -- [Reliability (1895)] -- Light Cruisers: [Armor (1895)] -- [Guns (1895)] -- [Engines (1895) -- [Reliability (1895)]
I like the idea of ideological warfare very much so. But if we're going to go from the early 20th, I think we should establish alliances and historical fueds between nations beforehand to get the diplomatic dynamic just right.
In any which case, I abstain from voting but I'll join whatever comes out regardless.
The two old Vatannians starred at the young couple who were clearly tourist. As observed from their clothing, it was safe to assume they are of royalty. The two old Vatannians knew they were from Sanguine from their thick accents. One of the old men, with greying charcoal black hair and green eyes that sparkled in the early morning sun, couldn't help but frown whenever the couple in front of them called Vatannia by it's foreign name "Vatannis". Every time the word was spoken, the two old men felt as if they were slapped in the face. This two were part of the old Cordian nobility. They were stripped of their holdings after the revolution. Mafioso as they were popularly known, they bought new lands for themselves with what little wealth they had. Now they had to endure this.
"If that mongrel" The other gentleman started, one with blonde hair and a crocked back "say 'Vatannis' again, I will stab her with my walking stick."
The old generation had to loyalties to the new republic. They do however care about their heritage. Having their culture bastardized by foriegners was an insult they barely could ignore. The two men looked each other with the intent to lecture the foreigners when a loud yell caught their attention.
"Read it here first good sirs and ladies! Vatannia considers an alliance with the Kingdom of Kalpia!" A young boy shouted. He strode through the streets in modest clothing while holding a bundle of Polma Times newspapers.
The irritation of the seniors were replaced with curiosity. They called the boy over to where they were standing.
"Lad, what is the headlines again? I think I may have misheard that." The gentleman with the greying charcoal hair asked.
"The parliament has agreed to inspect a possible alliance with the Kingdom of Kalpia. Read it here first signor." The young boy passed two copies to the two old men. The men gave the him a cincorno, five cents for the Vatannian dollar. They were surprised to say the least.
"Well now, what do you think this is Leonardo?" The hunched senior asked his companion.
"Desperation." The one known as Leonardo responded. "We are dealing with the Caliphate now. This people will do business with the devil if it meant more money for them. Darelle, you know how this crooks in the parliament work."
His companion, Darelle, nodded. They both started walking south towards Darelle's home. Another hour of reminiscing the old days and cursing the new constitution.
On behalf of the Vatannian people, I King Amanni Morcos would be honored to enter into an alliance with your glorious country. We will review the terms for our treaty. We hope that we can settle with a fair agreement.
May our nations prosper.
Signed King Amanni Morcos of Vatannia.
We have received your invitation and I, the humble King Amanni Morcos would like to attend with my family and royal confidants. Our party would number 15 persons.
May your nation proper.
Signed King Amanni Morcos of Vatania
We have received your trade pact offer and we here at the Vatannian parliament would like to further discuss the subject. Perhaps a Boletarian emissary could be sent as a representative to allow negotiations.
Castella Miego's Mansion Tiolli, Cordia del Sud Province August 23, 1836
The marvelous gala had just ended and the room was cleared. Just an hour before midnight. The celebrations for the feast day of the most blessed Saint Simon Benegatti had just came to a close. It was a time of great jubilation. The day began with a mass to hold commemoration for the the special day. The bishop himself was there to lead the mass. Once more, he reminded the people of the importance of God and the church for the lives of the everyday man. This was an obvious challenge of the growing progressive movement of the country. The parliament members in attendance simply brushed the bishop's word aside. Then came a massive feast offered by the host, Governer Castella Miego.
Miego had been the ellected governor of the province known as Cordia del Sud, roughly translated into "Southern Cordia". He is a man of short stature, a notably round belly and had balding grey hair. None knows hes true age as he claims it is fun to watch others guess. Governor Miego prepared a meal fit for royalty. Roasted suckling pig, pieces of meat on a skewer grilled over an open flame with strange vegetables from Maljuk sultanate, broiled lamb with a side dish of viana sauce. Many who feasted found themselves unable to stand after such a meal. The grandeur continued on well unto the evening as a grand gala was held. Parliament members, the royal family, the bishops and his clergy and family and friends of Governor Miego spent the night with exuberance without compare.
However the night came to a close and one by one, the guest began to depart. The parliament members and the king stayed inside the mansion's ballroom. There was much to discuss.
Vatannia had kept itself low amidst the thunderous roar of wars and threats going around outside the nation. Sanguine and Kapitas, Fulric and Schulstien and God only knows which ones would be next. Vatannia was a nation with relatively few allies if the young nation found itself in the grip of war. The Galvian state to the north was but a puppet to Vatannia. Braiyusal was one of the few Corthide countries but they would not help Vatannia in any future skirmishes. Skeptonia and Dalatrum were trade competitors Vatannia would rather not seek armed conflict with. Alone with wolves eyeing a meek and defenseless prey, its leaders sought to create allies. A desperate attempt was made to fund those who wanted to spread democracy for themselves. This opportunity came when Jarellian rebels started an open armed revolt against the Second Kingdom of Murellia. Hopeful of the situation, the parliament sent aid and arms to the rebels. However the rebellion was quickly crushed and Vatannia was left with no rewards from its venture.
Like a traitor caught in the throng of an angry crowd, Vatannia kept its head low as the her neighbors began to settle their disputes with firearms. Prime Minister Francesco Demagio had invited the parliament members to the festivities for a convient meeting. The parliament members took their seats on lavishly carved arm chairs made of Orlian Oak. A steward was called to deliver refreshments of the men gathering inside the room. Prime Minister Demagio was the last to arrive himself. He took a seat at the right side of the group, next to his highness Amanni Morcos. All eyes inside the room turned towards them. Prime Minister Demagio raised his glass.
"Gentle, I am quite happy you could make it to our assembly. My apologies for calling you this time of the night. Our activities had left us little time during the day so we must endure the calls of the sandman. Although I am sure that the allure of the finest wine ever tasted by the lips of men would keep you awake."
There was a light air of chuckles. The prime minister himself smiled at the crowd before he continued.
"I do not wish to waste your time any further. Let us discuss the matter at hand."
Before continuing, a young lad in his mid 20's rose from his seat. He had blonde hair and blue eyes. Hair gold as the rising morning sun and blue eyes that pierced the soul. It was Hermann Ciaconna. Hermann was the adopted boy of a wealthy landowner. He made his way into politics trying to shore up landowner reform laws that would limit the power of landowners over farmers. Prime Minister Demagio always imagined he had a grudge against his father. He was a brilliant young man, one of the finest members of parliament.
"Should we not be discussing this back at Polma?" Ciaconna asked.
"Well yes however I felt that our establishment was in dire need of entertainment before we discussed matters." Prime Minister Demagio answered. The young man nodded and sat back with a slight smile on his face. Oh the youth.
"As I was saying, you know of the problems that plague our nation." The men inside the room kept their eyes fixed on Demagio. Vatannia had a great deal of problems. It was the task of the Prime Minister to fix which was most pressing. "We are in the midst of the storm without any shelter. Surrounded by those who find our independence and our revolution a sham. Our only source refuge is our friends to the north and our faith in God and our national unity." As Demagio continued, he saw the weariness in the eyes of those around him. He needed to reduce his theatrics and continue straight to the point.
"And to keep our national unity, we need to keep the fires of industry burning alive." Intrigued, the men lean towards him. "That is why I propose the establishment trade negotiations towards Maljuk Caliphate."
Their curiosity of turned to caution. Demagio urged them to keep their composure and keep their attention towards himself.
"The Caliphate is a rising power such as ourselves. However they have yet to accomplish the fast beat of industry we have in Vatannia. They have plenty of flax crop. However they weave their clothing by hand. We have looms that could weave as many fabrics as large number of their workers."
"And what makes you so sure that they would be willing to barter with the likes of us?" An older gentlemen from the crowd asked. The tough exterior of a war veteran and a thick mustache. Sir Antonio Mivaldi, always suspicious of Demagio.
"They too share our situation. Formed by those who seek to establish themselves anew from an old order. we should come to an understanding with this people. If not, then we could at least negotiate for equal trading rights."
The other faces in the room, redoubtably tired, came into agreement. They raised their glasses of wine towards Demagio. He raised his towards them.
"Gentlemen, towards prosperity."
A string of 'ayes' filled the room. The Concert of Tiolli came to an end.
Greetings,
Good day to you and your people. We here of the humble Kingdom of Vatannia would like to conduct fair business with your people. From our understanding, your nation is abundant in flax. We would like to acquire some by generous purchase. A trade negotiation between our two rising states could see much wealth. However such opulence could only be achieved with a great deal of cooperation. We would like you to consider this proposal.
May the Caliphate last a thousand years. Signed: Amanni Morcos King of Vatannia
