Far across the silky waters of the Griffon sea past countless undiscovered islands and currents that even Equestria’s greatest theorists couldn’t understand, Lay the continent of Europia.

Long forgotten in urban Legend, Europia was the heart of the modern world, races of all kinds, Ponies, Griffons, yaks, Hippogriffs and more all loved in relative peace with each other, not unlike Equestria. However, unlike Equestria, Europia was war torn, countless nations had come and gone, Empires rose and fell in the turbulence of fragile peace maintained by military might and alliance, rather than Friendship.

Among the many distinct cultural regions that made up It’s landmass. The Bullkans was probably it’s most infamous. The Bullkans was situated in southeastern Europia and had the largest concentration of independent nations, which usually led to problems.

The Bullkans was once seen for the Ottomans and The Romanes as the gate way to Europia and Asia beyond it. Because of this, and the many different cultures that settles there, peace was a wishful dream.

Constant invasions and infighting, particularly nasty during the Bullkans wars leading up to the Great War had left many Balkan nations bitter and resentful towards Larger powers and their own brethren.

Hence when the Great War started in BLE: 66 it started with the most rambunctious, Servia. Servia had picked a fight with the Great Bullkans power of Ostria-Hungry and had paid the price in blood, too bad it just couldn’t have stayed localized.

Rushka immediately came to the aid of Servia forcing Ostria to call In their ally Germaneya, in turn forcing Germaneya to attack Prance through bulgum, which forced the United Kings to declare war on Germaneya as well.

As you might have guessed, this didn’t turn out well for Europia, Millions lay dead in trenches all across the continent, 3 empires had fallen and the Allies lay victorious, Among them, the young nation state of Romaneya.

Romaneya had joined the war on the allied side in BLE:64 and almost immediately got invaded and forced to retreat to their last remaining province, Moldavia.

King Carol had rallied the nation, and with help from Rushka, soundly defeated the Ostrian and Germane armies at Marsasetti. However, it was not to last, when Rushka surrendered and Romaneya was surrounded they were forced to sign the the treaty of Bucharest, mockingly named after their capitol and surrendered.

With the War won thanks to Equestrian aid at the last minute to Prance, Romaneya was able to join the post war treaty and win the historically Romaneyan region of Tramplevania. After fighting a brief war with Hungary for it and with winning some Rushka land in the midst of it it seemed that Greater Romaneya was finally a reality.

But storm clouds were brewing once again over Europia, Italia had found a new ideology of complete military and government control and was quickly suppressing the last few independent africanan nataions.

Meanwhile to the east, The Soapy Union has supressedits neighboring Asian neighbors and was looking hungrily at Eastern Europia,

Germaneya, although defeated in the Great War, had rebuilt its army stronger than before and had formed and alliance with Italia in hopes of crushing Prance.

And in the Middle of all of it lay Romaneya, desperately trying to stay neutral in an increasingly hostile environment. Enter Alexandra Dronetsc’u, a Mud brown pegasus stallion and old time friend of King Carol who had recently promoted him to Admiral of the fledgling Romaneyan navy.

He was ecstatic to say the least, Alexander had always loved the sea, even if all his friends said he ought to love the sky more. He loved to glide across the water, the salty smell of sea water in his nose, so when he was offered to captain the Regele Ferdinand, the flagship of the Navy, he readily accepted.

He was so enthralled with the work of making the Romaneyan navy the strongest in the whole Black Sea that he was failing to notice the storm approaching his proud nation, nor the pressures facing his friend in high places, until it was almost too late. If only someone could set him on the right path he might be able to save his country, his pride, and his fleet, from sinking.

Help would arrive, but from the most unexpected places.

Author's Note

I love history so much and after seeing another story set in Europe but with ponies got my mind racing, so here is my second story! Based on a historical event you may know called ww2, however viewed through a fictional and somewhat magical lense and from a country you may not have heard about, Romania, Hope you enjoy!