Europe, German Empire 1906

To the casual observer, everything seemed normal. People were casually going on about their day, enjoying the beautiful sunny morning, enjoying their meals and beverages with friends, purchasing items for their daily needs. Indeed, all seemed well in the land of Germany.

"Extra! Extra! Germany mobilizes against Britain!"

Well, if one were to ignore the gossip, papers, and the telltale sign of of a nation preparing for war.

All across the German Empire, the Imperial Army mobilizes for war, the Imperial Navy deploys its ships and patrols the waters of the Empire, preparing for any pesky British ships that dare to cross their waters.

Of course, unsurprisingly, France mobilizes their armies, readying to invade the Germans as soon as the first shots are fired, though the east is a different story.

Nicholas II, cousin of Kaiser Wilhelm II, has been communicating with each other for the past few hours, telegraphers having to work around the clock to get the messages of two leaders quickly received and delivered. For most of their time, Nicholas had tried to appeal to his cousin, pleading with him to not declare war on Britain, warning Wilhelm of a disastrous war that could engulf the entirety of Europe.

Wilhelm had not responded for the past few hours, instead he is busy with his generals, who are now currently planning an invasion of Britain itself.

"If we use our ships to surround the island, we could starve out the Brits through blockade."

"No, Britain has the largest fleet in the world, they'd easily overwhelm us with their ships and their better experience."

"We have the second largest navy in the world!"

"We've been dominating the battlefields of Europe since the Napoleonic Wars!"

"ENOUGH, ALL OF YOU!!" Moltke the younger roared, the room in an instant went into a deep silence, everyone, even the Kaiser himself, is now looking at him.

Taking a second to calm himself, Moltke takes a deep breath, and takes stock of the room before him. Most, if not all of Germany's brightest military minds are gathered, even some of them was there when Germany was born in the glorious year that is 1871. Yet, so far, he is not seeing the same united spirit that his father and the other generals of that glorious war against France had, all he was seeing was disunity, indecision, defeatism.

"Gentlemen." Moltke began. "War might very well be at our doorstep, and what are we doing?" A moment of silence reigned.

"Our fathers and comrades before us did not win the war of 1870 through argument and indecision. But through unity, swiftness and discipline." Moltke could see Mackensen, a veteran of the Franco-Prussian war, nod in approval.

"Gentlemen, let us prove the fact, Germany united, has never been defeated in this upcoming war. Let us prove to the world that we Germans are worthy of our place in the sun!"

The room exploded in cheers, even the Kaiser joined in on the revelry, clapping politely while the rest cheer with enthusiasm.

"But that still does not solve the problem." Mackensen stated, instantly returning the room back into its serious atmosphere. "How are we to beat the British, who still rules the seas?" The other officers in the room nodded, their sense of discipline returning to them now.

"Moreover, there's a chance that the French might join in on behalf of the Brits. Even Russia might join in as well. What with all that alliance they have going with France." Another general voiced out, concern written in his features.

"We still have the Schlieffen plan." Moltke reminded. "If we can quickly defeat the French just as quickly as we did in 1870, then beat the Russians into submission. Then surely the British will surrender in fear of our might."

"Agreed. With such overwhelming display of German might, the pesky British will be cowed into signing a peace with us!" Mackensen boasted.

"But first, let us make sure that happens."

So thus, for two hours, Germany's finest generals came up with plans, backup plans, counter plans, strategies and counter strategies, all to prepare for all out war against most likely the world itself.

Fortunately for them, after many hours had passed, they did not need to use them. For in the middle of running one of many hypothetical scenarios, the door leading to the war room bursted open, a courier, covered in sweat and with guards on his tail, waved a piece of parchment.

"I HAVE A MESSAGE!" The courier shouted as the guards tried to restrain him, the courier waved the letter all the while as they did. "IT IS URGENT THAT I SEE THE KAISER!"

More confused then angry, the Kaiser ordered the courier be released, and with a wave of his hand, be dismissed.

"What importance do you have to so boldly barge in here? Do you realize what could happen for such course of action?"

The courier bowed. "My apologies your grace, but I was told to deliver this with haste." The courier then presented a letter, meant for the Kaiser.

Moltke, being the closest to the Courier, took the letter and past it over to each of the generals, before landing in Mackensen's hand before he too passed it to the Kaiser himself. Curiously, Wilhelm took a quick read at who sent it, wondering who it was that was so important to have it be-

Everything had seemed to slow to a crawl, time itself ceased to be as the Wilhelm took in the words that greeted him. His generals around him looked concerned for their Kaiser.

The Kaiser ignored the concerned looks his generals gave him, opting to open the letter with haste, discarding the letter and gripping upon the parchment itself, Wilhelm read, with baited breath.

A few, tense, silent moments passed by, The Kaiser's generals watched as the Kaiser, explored the letter frantically, his expression seeming desperate.

Suddenly, Wilhelm laughed, his desperation being replaced with pure and utter relief as he gripped the strands of his hair as his mind began to comprehend the words before him.

"My Kaiser, is something the matter?" Mackensen asked hesitantly, worried over the Kaiser's perceived delirium.

The Kaiser, smiling now, looked at Mackensen with such a relieved look in his eyes it looked as though he had slightly aged backwards.

"Call off the navy. D-De-mobilize the army." Wilhelm said, slightly stuttering in relief, his smile never leaving his face.

The concern that had washed over the generals were now replaced with utter confusion. What had possessed the Kaiser so for him to suddenly reverse the effort he and his generals made to get the German army and navy into full alert.

When they were deemed to be taking far too long to respond for the Kaiser's liking, he dropped his smile to adopt a fierce scowl.

"Damn your ears! I said call off the navy and de-mobilize the army!" The generals were then in sudden motion, hastily exiting the room as they made to obey the Kaiser's orders, only Moltke and Mackensen remained to see the Kaiser's smile return, his eyes scanning over the letter again before clutching it to his chest.

"Oh, thank God!" Wilhelm cracked, relief in his voice as he continued to hug the letter close tom him. Much to the concern of the two remaining generals.

To my father, Kaiser Wilhelm II.

Father, I pray to God that the courier I entrusted this letter to finds you in time. I write to tell you that I am alive and well, the Hohenzollern yacht is safe and sound, along with the escort ship and another vessel that had come in search for me. Currently we surf through the high seas in haste as I write this.

I ask of you Father, as your son, to cease hostilities with Britain, Once I arrive to shore, I will explain everything, I swear it to God the Almighty.

I remain, as your eldest and loving son, Wilhelm III von Hohenzollern.

Author's Note

So. Its been awhile since I posted anything, school's been hella busy this year, and I did just get into an accident that requires physical therapy, so I didn't have much opportunity to post this until now.

Hopefully ya'll will enjoy it, and a happy New Year to you all. (At least in where I live.)