Austria

To break LG's fluent spout
of poetry left, right and out
the Austrians will play their part
A02 is about to start

Italy evicted from my land
and the east is very messy
none of us shall win with style
and our death shall quite a while

To Italy I propose another truce
though I don't expect acceptance
soon you have nothing to show for your efforts
and more will be expended to keep in this dance

Germany thanks for coming south
to deal with this usurper
attack venice for me
which will stabilise that border

Turkey has stabbed without gain
which I will overlook
The sultan has more to deal with
so this attack will overcook.

[TURKEY]

To the Czar, I accept your suggestion
This fiasco gave me indigestion

[TURKEY]
(Continued)

Russia wants peace, and I will comply
It appears he has much bigger to fry

Italy and Austria, they still disagree
And I know I must help the one who helped me

Oops.... much bigger FISH to fry

Sorry

[France]

My dear German friend
As has been stated,
It is your help
I'd like to apprehend

My preference is conquering,
But I'm willing, anew
To help a certain swordmaster
Get his Belgian cookies too.



And in addition the silence
Across our northern sea border
Makes us Frenchmen fear
The British are in disorder

Thus our fleets we have sent
With a litter and a clatter
With aims at Liverpool, gent
To see what is the matter.

Austria

Turkey you've stated your intention to help
Italy, but his motives are in doubt
He says he wants to aid you: just a ploy
His only loyalty is to Italy not joy.

Russia declared a truce
only as long as we remain at peace
do not fall for italy's ruse
happyness in the east.

For the east to inconclusively fight,
Sounds to me alright :)

Austria

Russia I thank you
unrelenting friendship which will
make us strong again

So this is what it is like to go haiku

Great things are afoot
Regal nations strive for strength
Every ally counts

Today I enjoy poetry

Beautiful attacks
undermine our enemy's force
lest we be crushed now

[England]
A Curse To France – by England
*clears throat

Because ye conquer in your name,
With a claim
To Liverpool within your aim,
Yet do the fiend's work in the night!
Ye shall watch strong men draw light!
This is the curse, to you, I write.

Somewhere, a dog barks

A. Blinken,
you did me thinkin'
perhaps this mate's Dutch
which wouldn't surprise me much
So if you are please let me know
and don't you eat that yellow snow

[Russia]

To Italy, a small query to you:
What is it that you are planning to do?
Will your scout attack Warsaw or the U,
Thereby biting off more than you can chew?

To the Russian Czar of the North,
Our armies will not march forth.
No ill will to thee
Has Great Italy
We want peace, happiness and so forth.

[TURKEY]

A truce I absolutely want, of this you can believe
I hope that Russia wants the same, or else we both will grieve

And dear Austria, against you war I do not need
But if you and Germany kill Italy, on me next you'd feed

And I see France afar, growing stronger uncontested
I hope someone has the sense to not leave him unmolested

Russia, I know you and I have better sense than this
If we donlt sally forth as one, we'd both be quite remiss

For things are shaping up not as well as we intended
Please I beg you let's forget that each other we've offended

[France]

Well my friends, the Brit've come back
But seeing all that cursin
And yelling, and flak
I suppose We are stuck track
To England, we attack!


And German people, listen please
We beg and please, and get on knees
Cause of airs of uncertainty
Our orders are set to Burgundy

But if we see all intentions pure
Pull out, we will
(And Belgium's yours)

{France}

Noone wants a false alarm
Or wrongly yell 'a juggernaught!'
But Austrian territory's coming to harm
And the fareast friendship's rather hot...

A juggernaut you label us? Not quite apropos
But I'd sooner work with the noble Czar than have him as a foe

[Germany]

To the French, bon jour mon ami
I had to say your plan made sense
And although the Brits were not enemies
I felt we had to drop pretense

I feared if I sat idly by
That I would be next for the axe
And so I thought that I would try
To collect the Belgian income tax.

[TURKEY]

(To Russia)
I know you think you're happy
That the Brit is in retreat
But Germany and France are stronger now
And will be hard to beat

We must think on what to do
And on the bigger picture look
So think on that, my frozen friend
Lest we bite the baited hook

[Russia]

To Germany,

Your support in the North Sea was well done.
If you need a favor, I owe you one.

[Germany]

To Russia,
A conflicted man am I right now
For England took a hit
I hope you will hold true that vow
For I'm sure I'll 've need of it.

To Italy,
Roma Vita, Italian friend
No long term harm's been had
Tapping Venice may seem bad
But for neither is it the end.

Austria seemed to have great need
So help I had extended
Hope this can be amended
And with the utmost speed

To France:
Both our countries grew
And spring begins anew
This years builds should be wisely spent
For they will show our true intent
Will we war at my south, your north
While others' armies sally forth
Our will we wield our power and might
And side by side as allies fight.

Austria

I thank germany for his kind aid
against the treacherous sultan/pope
no position is lost with an ally
I still have great hope

A message to the tsar of russia
Look to the past for truth
I hope you read my letters with trust
Turkey we will attack without ruth.

Eventually our communication shall click
Russia and Austria will defeat
All those who oppose
Turkey and the vicious Italians too
Ending with peace in the east.

[England]

The dead rest. More bless’d than we.
They sleep their dreamless sleep.
The end of Diamond Jubilee.
Bereft, I turn to weep.

Fallen by a traitor’s hand.
Lost forever. Belov’d land.
Till the end we make our stand,
And Hoist the Union Jack in hand.

I fear that we may fall off,
So to the top, this thread, I'll loft.

[Russia]

The Brit becomes eloquent as he dies.
We'll watch him burn with wet and undry eyes.

Austria, it’s clear, we haven’t been friends,
But I send this message to make amends.
The Turks and the Russians
Will give us concussions
And surely will bring us to our ends.

We’ll accept your truce, albeit delayed
And ask you humbly to give us aid.
Our Galician Army
Need not be smarmy
And can move toward Russia, and start to invade.

Although we were enemies, I’ve never lied,
The Turks au contraire, spread lies worldwide.
First to the Russians,
In all their discussions,
And then he cried “I’d rather’ve allied”

He then turned on you, overconfident with pride,
And agreed to a ceasefire – war he denied.
He then attacked Serbia
And a build denied thee a.
Thus proving his nature – to stab in the side.

As a gesture of goodwill, we offer support
A hold at Greece – that would certainly thwart.
From Trieste to Albania,
To Trieste from Vienna,
Each of these moves, we will escort.

[Russia]

I'm sure the green fiend would love those moves!
I would too, if I were wearing his shoes.

Rather, I think it's time that we rally,
And displace that misplaced tank in Gali.

Russia what say you to war with the Turks?
It's clear they're untrustworthy, those Turkish jerks.
Galicia will disband
If you take a stand
And help us fight the untrustworthy Turks!

[Germany]

England, with eloquence you speak
and although things may seem bleak
I respect your words and so you'll see
the Germans make no move toward thee.

As long as e'en one unit lives
and offers of aid you solemnly give
I'm sure you will have allies yet
but their intentions you must vet.

Claim that I've lied; a typical ploy
I tactic often used as a simple decoy

The fact is I stated who I intended to aid
The Italian helped me; there was no masquerede

With russia a truce in the Black Sea I made
That is a trust that I have not betrayed

We all know what this game is about
Let's not be coy, and accusations not spout