And... here's the actual update. Truthfully, I'm rather horrible at narrative and creative writing but I hope that people will find it interesting at least.
Also, disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here (they're historical domain), and truthfully, it's not like I've done any biographies on them either. My depiction of these people are bound to deviate from the original, so please don't bash me too much if I don't get their personalities correct. But also, please feel free to correct me as well so that I may attempt to fix it in the future.
June 26th, 1941 - Meeting between Churchill and Molotov "And please tell me, Mr. Molotov, exactly why should I even consider this deal."
As the interpretor quickly spoke the words in Russian, Molotov smirked as he listened to the words filled to the brim with sarcasm. Although the words themselves were rude, he seemed to have a way with them - not with the formal bourgeoisie manner most British men seemed to have, but rather a more rough attitude of confidence that was charming nonetheless, perhaps even more. Molotov had been impressed with the man; he was quick and to the point while exuding an aura of charisma that seemed to draw people in.
"Prime Minister Churchill, the Soviet Union is basically offering you free supplies in your aid for nearly none in return. As much as you may question our goodwill, surely you must see the benefits in doing this."
"And that," Churchill started, "that is exactly why we're hesitating. You see, everything in the world comes at a price - and it's exactly times at this when someone seems to offer you something for free that you know they have an ulterior motive. Exactly what is it that you want?"
"Nothing other than to ensure peace and stability for both our countries. Admittedly we are trying to curry favourable relations with you, but you must see the necessity of an anti-Hitler. His greed is insatiable, and he will seek nothing but the complete annihilation of both our countries, and neither of us can stop us alone. France and Spain already proved that. The only powers left standing are Britain and the Soviet Union and while America seems to be sending you aid you and I both know that it won't be moving any time soon."
"Yet weren't you the one who caused this whole mess? The Soviet Union surely didn't seem to share that view two years ago. And so, now that the Germans are finally at your doorstep you want to send us "aid"? Trying to get us to spill each other's blood for you to sweep in and collect the reward afterwards seems more like it."
"Prime Minister Churchill," Molotov growled in a low voice, "At times we must make painful decisions for the sake of our respective nations. I hope that you understand this - and that aggravating us would not be the best of actions to follow."
Churchill seemed to be slightly taken aback, but quickly recovering, he frowned as he sighed, "I apologize, I was a little bit too offensive there. Of course, the responsibilities of leadership are a heavy burden."
"But," he pressed on, "I do believe that my point still holds however. You speak of a so-called anti-Hitler alliance, but what commitments have you and the Soviet Union made for this objective? As much as your aid is appreciated, I do not like the idea of British blood being spilled while the Soviet Union simply continues to watch by."
"Your concern is noted," Molotov spoke, being careful to mind his words, "However, we have not been simply been twiddling our thumbs away for the last two years. As you probably well know, we have been massing forces on our side of the border to do our part for the sake of European stability. We may not be yet ready to attack right now, but we are willing to contribute.
"And regardless of our intentions, can you not see the benefit in our two nations cooperating? We are the only two powers left that are capable of fighting against this Axis threat, and we cannot succeed alone. While America seems to have been sending you aid, it still is nowhere near ready or willing to undertake a war."
Molotov and Churchill sat in silence as they silently stared at each other. Molotov's words had hit the mark; Churchill knew that Roosevelt would never be able to bring America into the war unless something dramatic happened; at least not in a short period of time. With British forces being pushed back on all fronts, they needed someone to cooperate with them even if it was the Soviet Union.
"We're not trying to pressure you into anything - there are not even any conditions attached to our aid. We do not expect the United Kingdom to change their attitude overnight to start cooperating with us or to trust us.
"However we would still like to offer you our aid. Take it as a token of our good favour; we do not expect anything in return, you can use it as you wish."
Molotov stared at Churchill who seemed to be contemplating for a while, then sighed. Nodding to himself for a moment, he replied, "Fine, we accept your supplies, for now. Call out the pen and paper, I'm ready to sign when you are."
Molotov smiled and nodded.
The Aftermath"Yes, yes... Good."
Back in Moscow, Stalin hanged up on the phone and then, after a moment of silence, he laughed.
"Ha! Did you see that? They took the bait! Iron Arse is a genius, I say," he smiled as he boasted about the deal signed only a few hours ago, "Well then, Mekhlis, it seems that the United Kingdom is going to fall after all.
The rest of the men showered Comrade Stalin on the recent deal and insight to which Stalin replied, "No, no the one who did all the work is Molotov. Go and make sure to congratulate him for his hard work."
That night, several messages were dispatched throughout the Union, in which Soviet troops, as many as five hundred thousand men or even more, began to move.
"Really, was it necessary to draw it out for so long, Prime Minister? The whole point of the negotiations was for the supply shipments, I mean it didn't seem necessary to go as far as insult him like that."
Churchill was now in a private study with several other men, smoking his usual cigar. Molotov had now retired to his residence for tonight, and they were there discussing the results of the day.
"Honestly? Hell no, those Soviets are giving us a bloody good deal. But what I really wanted to check was their intentions, and really, how desperate they were about they Germans - and from what it seems, it seems that the Russians are scared to hell! I mean just look at the man, he was practically begging for us to accept their so-called aid!"
As Churchill laughed, another man stepped in to question, "But really, didn't he seem too eager? He may be desperate, but I doubt that they actually think they can rein us in with just some shipment of supplies."
"Don't worry," Churchill smiled, "From what I've seen of that man, he was sincere enough - he wasn't faking it, he really was begging for our attention. Regardless, it means that we have an opportunity to milk those Russians as much as we can while they try to 'curry our favour', as likely as that is happening... Besides, even if they have an alternative motive, I doubt that it's anything that we won't be prepared for."
Poll
4 (33.3%)
Author
Topic: The People's Arsenal of Socialism = An AoD AAR/LP (Read 8204 times)