May 10th, 1889.
British Embassy in Frankfurt.
It was not very hard to identify foreign agents from the Entente, wearing prim and proper suits with their proud top hats and able walking sticks. Perhaps in other nations, this would be seen as but the norm for the gentlemanly elite of the civil service, a proof of their rank and authority to engage in diplomatic entreaties.
Here though, in the heart of the Revolution, they stood out like proud geese with their uncomfortable dress codes, a clear representation of bourgeois decadence that was despised by nearly all. The officials of the British Foreign Office were given constant side-eyes, though for themselves they were eerily calm, perhaps already used to the revolutionary spirit of the domestic populace.
Sir Edward Malet, the official Ambassador to the German Republic, glanced around the streets as the entourage made a steady pace to the National Assembly.
"Terribly impressive events these Germans make, wouldn't you say so Johnathan?" he quipped as the streets were packed with banners and flags, men, women and children marching with their rifles in hand. In the distance, the shouts of rabblerousers and agitators abounded the wide boulevards. Trams and trains crawled through the crowds to make for their next stops, many of their passengers opting to step out and join the mass of citizens.
"Of course Sir, curious thing the way they make their voices known. I'd have fainted at the sight of so many marching towards Whitehall." Johnathan, an aide, replied with brisk pace, his body oozing with not a small amount of nervousness.
"Ah come now Johnathan, no need to be afraid. They know who we are, they will not touch us."
"Of course, Sir, just the nerves after all." he had only joined the diplomatic corps in Frankfurt a few weeks ago, having only seen the much calmer affairs of Africa before his reassignment.
"It is quite usual to see them be so proactive in the actions of their government, to the German, they feel that they have a stake in every matter of state. It is unfortunate that your first sight of this is during the Italian affair after all."
"The Germans are having assembling for the vote, aren't they?"
"Yes, it will take them quite a while, but I'm sure once they are assembled a sensible course of action shall be taken."
***
It took the entourage an hour before they finally made their way into the Assembly Chamber, a massive structure and a testament to the sheer mass of will gathered in unison. Already delegates were streaming in by the dozens, Sir Malet gesturing to Johnathan the myriad of cliques and factions sat together in small visible blocs.
"...and those are all of them my dear aide, I hope that was not too confusing for you."
Johnathan scribbled down the final notes in his journal, "I can certainly see how it would be, remarkable how they are able to even gather for a single legislation."
"Aye, we'll likely see that in action, you could hardly gather 10 Tories to agree on a single item in a day, much less 1,000 delegates!" Malet grinned, patting Johnathan on the back.
"Just sit tight and watch, try not to get too bored."
***
The bang of the gavel by the head of the assembly, a man from Bremen, would signal the beginning of proceedings.
A delegate from Munich spoke first,
"Honorable delegates of the National Assembly, today we are gathered in response to the developing situation in Italy. As we all know, Ricciotti Garibaldi, an old friend of the Republic, has come asking for aid to help the fledgling Roman Republic against the forces of Italian reaction. Already the Austrians are preparing their men on the borders of the young experiment, too eager to squash it at first chance. I urge my fellow members to consider immediate aid."
Malet whispered to Johnathan, "And here we go, it will certainly take a while before they even finish their rambling-"
Another delegate from the east spoke up immediately, cutting across Malet's dialogue,
"Citizens of Germany, who for the last forty years have struggled against despotism, we warn you of the dangers assailing you, in order to invite you to make the efforts necessary to surmount them. We are showing you the precipice, what glory awaits you when you have crossed over it! Nations contemplate you; surprise them with the majestic display of your forces and of your great traits, unity, respect for the law, unshakeable courage, and soon victory will crown the altar of liberty with its palm!"
"They seem a bit eager." Johnathan murmured, glancing over to Malet.
"Ah, do not worry, it is nothing, just like that mobilization day faff, they will see reason."
Sure enough, a delegate from Hamburg stood up, clothes somewhat more matching to the English delegation's own.
"My fellow delegates, I must insist that the body of this must be handled with considerable deft. We should not incite a war, however we must endeavor to ensure the security of our revolutionary allies. A guarantee of action should suffice, should they be threatened with capitulation and blood murder."
Another delegate stood up, a woman, curiously enough. Followed by a mass of other delegates standing in support,
"COMRADES! The delegate before me speaks nothing but false bourgeois lies! We must not permit this revolution to die in ignominy as happened on February 16th, 1869! We must not permit our comrades in Rome, and indeed the whole of Italy, to languish under the brutal antipathy and apathy of the crown'd heads of Europe! As they have taken up arms for their cause, so to must we! We MUST stand firm with our Italian brethren, I say we support them fully, and damn the crowned heads of Europe if they wish to seek war!"
It seemed as though the Hamburger was about to give a rebuttal, but he was soon drowned out by the cheers and cries of other delegates soon enough,
"GARIBALDI WILL LOOK DOWN ON US WITH PRIDE!"
"Forward to victory! For the people of the world! Mobilize the Landwehr! To Austria and to Poland!"
"NEVER ANOTHER POLAND!
"DEATH TO THE REACTIONARIES!"
"NEVER ANOTHER POLAND!"
The room was alive with shouts, seemingly swept up by a complete mood of revolution, the electric unity of a nation clamoring for blood, for vengeance. Papers and caps were thrown, the Hamburger having to excuse themselves for fear of being lynched. A vote would be called, a unanimous vote for war, should the Austrians dare to trample on the will of yet another peoples.
One last delegate would stand, speaking directly to the wider audience in the aisles, watching with glee.
"Citizens, Comrades, Workers, the position of the Revolution in Europe will not be determined by a booming economy or by cordial relations with its neighbors but by German prowess on the battlefield. The Republic must concentrate its strength and strike in this favourable moment, which has already come and gone several times in the past. Since the shame of Poland, our frontiers have been ill-designed for a healthy body politic. Not through speeches and majority decisions will the great questions of the day be decided—that was the great mistake of the First Republic —but by IRON and BLOOD!"
The English delegation watched with ever paler eyes, Johnathan glancing to Malet. Neither man could muster the courage or energy to speak.
Faces of curiosity were now replaced with fear and dread, as they quickly made their way back to the Embassy, forwarding the incident to the Foreign Minister with haste. Silence would rule Whitehall for the rest of the week, in solemn contemplation as the Austrians rapidly withdrew their assurances towards the Savoyard and Papal forces.
The world looked at the abyss, and saw, for the first time, what the abyss offered in return.
And it horrified them.