Sarah sat alone in her quarters one early morning, her head still hurting from the attempt on her life down in New Castle. The early rain created a mist that circulated from the grass below her and the soft drops pounded down on the window. She rocked back and forth with her hands in her lap and sighed. It was getting close to her twenty-eighth birthday and with that would be coming to the end of her reign as Prime Minister of the Hansa. In the past four years she had done so much as a world leader could expect to do. When she had came to power the Hansa was an unknown country in Europe, embroiled in corruption and politics, she led them through the First European War with Nordland which they escaped without a scratch and then lead a rebellion to change the Hansa into a Republic where she was voted into office. From there the nuclear problem of Scandinavia was solved, in which Sarah met the her future husband Larsa Solidor. Glancing down at the ring on her finger she couldn't help but feel a hint of memory washing over her.
After that had been taken care of the war between the Hansa and Germany almost started immediately which was how she found herself staring out into the Australian countryside. It had been a stressful four years. Taking a mirror off of her desk she looked at her face, she was getting older, not uglier or anything, she still had the hints of youth with she was blessed with, but she had gotten used to the stress. She had gotten used to the crying and she had gotten, as bad as it sounded to the fame. Sarah did her best to not be an egotistical person, but in her situation could it be helped. There was a statue of her in Timor, paintings of her in the national museum, and a handful of books that she had read on her leadership and her short life in leadership. Thefore, in all honesty she didn't want to give it up, but that was against principle, no leader could hold power forever. Looking down in the courtyard of City Hall, there was another statue, "The Daughter of the Hansa" it was called. Her persona holding a flower of peace with Hanseatic citizens beneath her and she frowned. "God damn it all. This is all I know, how am I supposed to just retire?"
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At a bar down a few of the streets from City Hall five men sat talking together, it was a mixture of Finns, New Cymreag, and some Asians. They had been drinking for quite sometime and with garbage cans near the table they were prepared for another long haul. "C'mon honey bring over another round." Said Richard. "So what do you think about the election season right now?"
"No ones talked about running." Said Josh picking up his tankard and frothing at the mouth. "To be honest, people would consider it a sin. To run against Lady Sarah who would be so bold and to try to pick up where she left off. It could never happen."
"No choice." Said Sean. "She knows the laws, there's going to be an election whether people want it or not, plus I mean was she really that great of a leader to begin with?"
Richard laughed. "You're Australian Sean, you don't understand, I met her in person once, as nice as any lass on a summer day. Sweet, kind with the touch. That Larsa Solidor is a lucky man, believe me, there are more world leaders that wouldn't mind being in his position. And believe me its not just for end of the day either."
"Ah shut yer mouth. Ya talk nothing but disrespect." Said Franz sitting across at the bar. "Listen to me, you watch, she's not done yet. Our country's destiny is tied along with her. I've been through two wars, and two nuclear explosions and she hasn't failed us yet. God damn, if it weren't for her, Relena Peacecraft and a few other leaders on Earth we'd all be blowing ourselves up. Maybe that's what we have to look at is the Imperial Union. They love Peacecraft, she's queen, well why couldn't we do that here?"
"Its against democratic principles." Said the bartender. "She'd be labeled a hypocrite across the world."
"But it would be a betrayal to us, she's our leader and you all know that. Who said we need a dictator, she wouldn't role like that and if she got the idea then we pull the plug. But if the people give power with will, then why not."
"Its call despotism you fool. You want a dictator?"
"No, but I want a leader that knows how to interact with the world. You think Wallenburg can do that? Not a chance. I say let her reign for life."
"You want a Autocrat? Isn't that what the German's have?"
"No I want a queen, I want the queen that we need to lead this nation to further glory." He picked up his glass. "Who's with me. God Bless the Queen?"
The tavern laughed, but raised their glasses. "God Bless the Queen."

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