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Chapter 13 - Chapter 12: A World in Balance

June 1940 – International Perspective

[Washington D.C. – Oval Office]

The report lay untouched on Roosevelt's desk."They weren't evacuated. They were slaughtered."

The British ambassador didn't reply. He only nodded, eyes red with helplessness.

"Congress won't want to hear a word," Roosevelt added. "But the American people aren't blind. This changes perception. Even if we stay out… we can't keep looking away."

The United States remained officially neutral. But after Dunkirk, that neutrality was no longer moral.

[Moscow – The Kremlin]

Stalin smoked in silence. Beria spoke. Molotov reviewed deployments.

"They've done it," Stalin said. "France has fallen. Britain bleeds."

No one interrupted.

"But we can't let Germany grow confident. Or stronger."

He pointed to a different map—one that marked advance routes westward.

"We've taken the Baltics. Part of Poland. Bessarabia. Now… we prepare the next phase."

Molotov looked up.

"You want to strike first?"

Stalin didn't blink.

"I want to decide when the war begins for us. Not Berlin."

The Red Army began planning—quietly.

[Rome – Palazzo Venezia]

Mussolini was ecstatic.

"History turns! This is Italy's moment! France collapses! We will join the offensive before there's no glory left to claim!"

His generals were more cautious. But the Duce had decided: Italy would enter the war. Late, yes. But loudly.

[Tokyo – Ministry of War]

Japanese intelligence was clear: Europe was crumbling, and so were its colonies.

"If France no longer exists, who defends Indochina?""If Britain collapses, who protects Singapore?"

The Imperial General Staff saw the sign. Dunkirk wasn't just a massacre.It was a door swinging open in Asia.

[Madrid – El Pardo Palace]

Franco studied the letter again. Berlin offered fuel, weapons, territory.

But also risk.

"If we enter now, we do so under the shadow of a massacre," he said.

Serrano Suñer pressed on:"Dunkirk wasn't a massacre. It was a message. History is written by the victors."

Franco lit a cigarette. He didn't answer.

Not yet.

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