Equestria: World War II (1939-1941)

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It was now 7:00am at Canterlot Castle. The Princesses had just woken up, after meeting Faust in their dreams again once more, and were getting ready for another day. Today, they had scheduled a call with Prime Minister Chamberlain, from Britain, to check on the progress of the war. The pony death toll had also grown, from 5, to almost 20, within the space of just under two weeks. That was quite sad, and Celestia knew the death toll would rise, as the war progressed.

As the Princesses ate breakfast, Luna decided to give her sister a status update on her current project. "Sister, I am around halfway through crafting the Declaration of Ponykind's Rights, and it should be done in another two months. It should easily satisfy the Equestrian liberals." said Luna.

"Ah, well done, Luna." said Celestia, pleased with her sister's progress. "Hopefully, it will satisfy them, and make them cease their demands for our country to become a full democracy."

"Also, what about the demands from that place, Our Town? They're relatively small, but they seem to want to become an independent country, ruled by that principle of theirs that they call Equalism. It just seems like a version of communism to me, sister." said Luna.

"Well, I am not conceding to their demands either, sister. We are not becoming a communist nation, or a democratic one for that matter. We are staying an absolute monarchy, and soon, what you are creating will hopefully satisfy them all." said Celestia, as she read the newspaper, to hear what the public was saying, in Equestria and globally. The news in Britain was not looking good. The public were not at all happy with the way the campaign in Norway was going, and they were currently against Prime Minister Chamberlain as the British Prime Minister. In fact, rumours had come that he was going to step down soon as the Prime Minister, and someone else would have to replace him.

Soon, at around 7:30am, when it was around 9:00am in Britain, the conference call with Prime Minister Chamberlain began. "Good morning, Mr. Chamberlain." said Celestia.

"Ah, good morning, your Highnesses. Many happy returns of the day, on your, 2024th birthdays, I believe?" said Chamberlain.

"Thank you, Mr. Chamberlain. I'm actually surprised you were able to remember how old we were!" said Luna.

"You're welcome, your Highnesses, but now, we have to get down to business. The Norwegian campaign, isn't going as well as we'd hoped, to put it lightly." said Chamberlain, turning grave.

"How bad is it? The last we heard, close to 800 people on our side had died, and the Germans had lost close to 1,400." said Celestia.

"No, the toll has risen with the deployment of these mysterious Bf109s, and some similar Panzer tanks have also been deployed by the Germans. Now, more than 1,100 have died on our side, and the Germans have lost close to 1,800. Also, close to 350 Norwegian civilians have also been killed during various skirmishes and encounters." said Chamberlain.

"Oh, my God. This war has to end. Is there any update on where Discord's location might be?" asked Celestia.

"So far, we have able to deduce that he may be in one of the Axis countries, as we have received intel that a new German military officer has mysteriously appeared on the scene and is running things in the army now. Apparently, this man might be Discord in disguise. Don't worry, it is still top secret, and the documents related to this can only be accessed by people or ponies with very high security clearances."

"Good. I don't want the public to know about Discord at all, even after the war is over. The fact that such a powerful entity is present on Earth may cause worldwide panic." said Celestia.

"Also, I have another important thing to tell you. I am planning on resigning soon." said Chamberlain, rather sadly.

"What?! The media rumours that you are planning to resign are true?" asked Luna, surprised at this decision that Chamberlain was planning.

"Yes, they are rumours as of now, but soon, I will confirm my decision."

"But why? Why are you resigning as the head of state of your country, in such a critical time of war?" asked Celestia.

"Well, there are two reasons. First, my own country doesn't seem to like me anymore, considering what is happening in Norway right now. The second reason is my own health. I have been suffering from bowel cancer for a while now."

"What? You're terminally ill? Why didn't you tell the public about this?"

"Not terminal yet, there is a small chance that it can be treated. However, I didn't tell the public about this, as they wouldn't feel confident, having a man stricken with cancer as their leader." explained Chamberlain.

"When are you going to go public about this?" asked Luna.

"Not yet, your Highnesses. Probably by the end of the month, I will declare my decision to step down as the Prime Minister. Now, anyways, enough about me. Back to the war, and politics. Where were we?" asked Chamberlain, quickly changing the topic. As this conversation continued, something was soon about to happen that would change the whole world forever, and make Celestia's fears come true.

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It was now 4:00pm in Chicago, which meant it was 8:30am back in Equestria. At the ENA headquarters in Chicago, being a weekday, it was relatively quiet at the large farm, on the outskirts of the city. Bret Stiles and his men were in the Big House, annoyed, and brainstorming plans to do away with the Equestrians, as well as multiple scenarios where they could put their plans into action.

They were just creating an assassination plot, to try and kill the Equestrians if they visited the city of Chicago, when they heard a knock on the door. When they opened the door, it was a young postman. "P-P-Parcel for you, Mr. Stiles. It has a s-s-stamp that shows it seems to have come from another c-country, and it i-is marked 'VERY IMPORTANT, FOR BRET STILES ONLY'." said the postman rather nervously.

"A parcel just for me? I wonder what it is. Give it here, young man." said Bret Stiles, as his deputy, John Jones, took the parcel from the postman, and gave it to Stiles. They tipped the postman, who ran off once he got the money. Then, once he was gone, Stiles opened the package, and the first thing he found inside was a handwritten letter, which he read out loud.

"To: Bret Stiles. I highly oppose your beliefs and your species, but in a way, you and I are not so different. Maybe we can help each other out, despite our conflicting beliefs. This is the only correspondence you shall have with me. Signed, a friend who is also your enemy." read Stiles. "Huh, I wonder who this person who claims he is a friend and an enemy is." said Stiles, as he removed the letter, and unveiled the contents of the package, which amazed the entire inner circle of the ENA.

The package contained sealed documents. To be precise, official documents from the Equestrian, British, American, Crystal Empirean and French governments. They all read one thing, 'DISCORD: TOP SECRET'. As they began reading the documents, they began realising the horrific threat that had come to their world, and a new plan began to formulate in their minds. As they continued reading, Stiles spoke up.

"Gentlemen, although we cannot thank this anonymous source, I feel I must thank them. However, we must reveal this not just to our members, but to the whole world, as the governments seem to be keeping this whole thing extremely hush-hush. We must reveal this, and show the whole world that the Equestrians are a bunch of filthy liars, and that they must go home, and take this spirit of chaos with them!" said Stiles, in multiple cheers to the rest of the ENA main circle.

As they formulated the plan to reveal this to the world, they could imagine how everyone would fall at the feet of the ENA, and abandon the Equestrians, once their plan was completed.