[ WP ] The Roman and Aztec Empires covering all of Europe and North America respectively have survived into the Modern era . Now at war write from the perspective of one of the troops on the ground

I know this'll get buried, but what the hell... 
 
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 `` Two thousand years of history, and ten thousand more.'' 
 
 That phrase is on the wall of every single school that educates my people. My people, of the mighty Empire of Roma, have endured two thousand years of history. You all know the story. Hell, every single child has had it ingrained into their memories. Romulus and Remus, Lupa, a glorious city. We were prosperous, and had conquered the whole world. Then, we had decided to turn our backs on the gods of old, and our great Caesar Constantinus I Magnus, in his wisdom, brought Christianity to our glorious Empire. In the name of God, we accomplished much. For a while, we had a duel government, one in Roma, and one in Constantinoplis ( even though Caesars may be great, some have had ego problems ). His son, Constantinus II, wisely did revert that, due to fear of barbarian invasions from Germania. Thankfully, we did conquer them under the command of Caesar Romulus Augustus I. Due to concerns of centralization several decades later, Caesar Sanctum Justinianus I Magnus declared himself the head of the Catholic Church. We had faced many trials in the coming years: the Cyraenica Revolts, the Pestilentia Nigrum, the exile of the Germanian Heretics, permanent establishment of trading routes east, and greatest of all, the discovery of the Terra Nova: a New World. 
 
 It started when reports poured in of merchant and naval ships following the northern ice found land on the other side. It was so wildly different from reports of Serica and Iapana, that it surely was a new continent. The moment that we could divert enough aureii to funds, we sent out a 30-ship expedition. They made contact with this race called the Astecas. While some of the explorers ( unsurprisingly from Hispania ) wanted to enslave them, we chose a more peaceful option. We traded with them, helped them, and supplied them with *armas ignias*. After the third sack of Londonium, a couple hundred thousand Romans moved to the new world over the next few decades, and eventually formed their own `` nation.'' They united with the Asteas, Incas, and other nations there and formed the Pan-America Alliance, based out of Tenoch-whatever, or as we called it, Astecopolis. They thrived, exporting the plants they grew, and eventually became a strong empire. 
 
 By the late 18th Centuria, things had soured. Hard-line Astecan nationalists took over their Senate, and threatened war unless we cease trade and abandon our embassies. Naturally, we refused. Thus began the First Asteca-Roman War. Details were murky, but it is known that the 24th Legion lost almost all its men while trying to sack Astecopolis. Peace was declared shortly after, but the two armies fell into a *Bellum Frigus* for the next century and a half. When tensions rose once more, the Second Asteca-Roman War began when strike teams assassinated Caesar Sanctum Scipio Flavio I in 1874. We clearly won, to quote the historicus Cornelius Descareus, `` half of Astecopolis did take their own lives in the names of their heathen gods to spare themselves from the wrath of Roma, and the wrath of Deus.'' However, the strict terms of defeat we forced upon them were not so beneficial in the long run. 
 
 The harsh Pactum de Astecopolis eventually did more harm then good. It really gave a boost to their Senate's Nationis Party. In 1921, they appointed a new leader, Consul Iscoatal Tisoc I, a rabid nationalist who managed to whip his people in a war frenzy. In 1923, they launched a daring aerial attack on Roma, Alexandria, and Constantinopolis. My father lost his life in the bombings. 
 
 I was young and naive, so I signed up for the military. Twelfth Armored Legion. I was an *armacileri* operator on one of thoseR-18 Monstro tanks you see in military museums. I saw action in Brittania, the Floridian Peninsula, and I helped in the artillery bombardment of Astecopolis. During the final assault on the city, I was hit by one of their shots in the left shoulder. Fortunately, it also took me away from the front lines, where the Twelfth lost more than half of their men on the final assault. For my, I received the *Insigne de Virtus* and the *Cordis de Roma* for my valor. 
 
 Afterwards, I was enlisted to be part of the elite Praetorian Guard for Caesar Sanctum Iulius Constantinos II. The pay is good, the worries few, and I get to sleep in the Imperial Palace. My life is good, but sometimes I have to stop the occasional attempted murder of our glorious Emperor. 
 
 `` Two thousand years of history, and ten thousand more.''
