Third-person POV
Back in the Special Region, 20 kilometers east of the Alnus Base, the MPC had a joint humanitarian aid at a large hamlet called Dane Woods. It was a big hamlet, close to a town in terms of size, near the Dane Forest to the east and south. The Falmart records stated the town's name. Bartu and Theofylaktos were teaching the art of making simit and how to add feta cheese to their diets and how to stuff them into their simits and plain breads. Buana and Rahman, alongside an NBI agent named Dan Koh, introduced the art of satay and Filipino barbecue for their meats and the Filipino Kamote Cue for their root crops. The JSDF who were their guards really saw the expansion of their humanitarian and culinary outreach. Other MPC agents were giving some of their surplus modern medicine to those who were sick and injured.
While the locals are roasting their first satay and kamote cue and baking their first simit, some MPC agents tuned in their phones and radios for the latest roasting at the summit hall in Tokyo. They already doubled over at Leo's roasting stance on the American way of life, and they are eager to tune in for the latest round. The same goes for the other MPC agents and the JSDF stationed back at the Alnus Base.
Meanwhile, across the gate and into the NCR (National Capital Region) in the Philippines, the current Senate President Tolentino West was buried in paperwork on his desk. Indeed, he wanted to come to Japan with Philippine president Leo Santos, but paperwork sabotaged his travel plans, ultimately having to rely on the Aglipayan senator Juan Dante for information on the Tokyo summit and most importantly, pasalubong of Japanese snacks and souvenirs.
Back in the summit hall in Tokyo, the second roasting began. "Let's talk about something sensitive when you turn Japan into a puppet state for the Special Region," Leo said to the envoys of the three superpowers. "Are you going to treat the JSDF and their Japanese culture as inferior to your armies in the Special Region?"
Another shock shook the gallery.
Paraskevas stood up and walked up to Leo and faced the gallery. "Yes, we're talking about colonial mentality from the perspective of colonizers. Are you going to ruin their culture, what food they eat daily, and their language in place for your so-called efficiency that was more like cardboard sludge instead of healthy Japanese food?"
"N-No!" a second American envoy stammered in panic. "Of course not! We would treat them nicely if we do that! We'll be equals in the Special Region!"
"I don't really trust the military and research staff in your countries," Leo retorted coldly as he held his EFCA hymnbook. "They are composed of the majority of your population, right?"
"Whites, Slavs, and Han Chinese, right?" Paraskevas added. "We saw how you treat ethnic minorities back in your home turfs, and we despised it."
"No, we're trying to create a sense of unity there!" one seasoned Russian envoy responded as he trembled before Leo and Paraskevas.
"Nah, we don't believe that," Santiago responded as he stood up and walked up to Leo and Paraskevas. "I thought of a contingency plan for that: if you ever ruin Japan into a puppet state and harass the JSDF here or in the Special Region, we'll provide better lands for the JSDF in our home countries. The lovely Spanish countryside and Mediterranean cities would be a paradise for them with their sense of military duty and Japanese culture."
Another shock sent shock waves across the hall.
Itami and the JSDF couldn't believe such another clever contingency plan would ever be thought of by these MPC leaders.
Juan doubled over but lowered his voice, while Ioanna giggled at that.
Aias's eyes glinted at the suffering of the American delegation. "Indeed, Greece would be a new home for the Japanese."
"Sì, Aias," Giovanni replied with a soft chuckle. "My aunt Lia Baldassare, the leader of the Italian Parliament, would probably legislate for the reorganization of the empty Italian provinces as Japanese-Italian Prefectures. Hilarious."
"My Indonesian youth who were fans of Japanese anime would love to have Japanese architecture in their hometown," Hafid responded to Giovanni.
"I felt ready to introduce the Japanese to the Andalusian architecture back in Spain," María José commented while letting out a laughter that was Spanish and melodic.
"The Greek islands would be perfect for the Japanese frigate," Paraskevas said to the envoys from the Big Three, "and the beautiful Greek countryside would be perfect homes for their bases."
"My Italian countryside would be excellent for their new Alnus Base," Leopoldo said with his melodic Italian accent, "I can hand over a handful of those empty towns for them to call home. I was heartbroken when my own citizens abandoned the beautiful towns, so I was willing to fill the void."
"My Brazilian lands and Japanese communities would be happy to welcome the JSDF," Paulo added, "and we can replicate the Japanese architecture for them in our nations."
"Ah! My Turkish architecture and countryside would be perfect for the JSDF," Oguz added. "I can give empty lands between Istanbul and Ankara."
"Well, my Philippine probinsya are perfect for deep friendship between the JSDF and the Filipinos," Leo added, effectively delivering a second roast at the delegation of the three superpowers. "I would also consider establishing a trauma clinic for other Japanese left behind in this country that might be traumatized by your racism, and my kababayans would be appreciative of replicated Japanese architecture in their towns and cities."
"Don't forget about me, guys!" Ferdinand said. "I can introduce the JSDF to the books of my ancestor Dr. Jose Rizal for a short change in literature."
Boaz stood up; his green vestment and cross necklace over his suit and tie shimmered a defiance against the envoys of the three superpowers.
"I condemned racism as a sin against God," he declared like a priest, "especially for the Americans who were Baptists yet were racist. They ignored the Lord's command to love our neighbours as ourselves. I am not saying all American Baptists are like that, but certainly some are."
The American delegation felt insulted for their Southerners back home while Motoi felt a wave of contingency plans and unconventionality emanating from the MPC leaders.
"Well, that makes the EFCA and Filipino Christians better than the Christian nationalist American Baptists," Leo said to Boaz, who sat down, "good one, Boaz."
Aias and Giovanni doubled over on that in low voices in the gallery as the American and Chinese envoys clutched their heads as if they were going to explode.
Rory giggled on that, taking delight in the envoys of the three superpowers being roasted to a second row of karmic roasting.
"Is this why you insisted on attending, Rory?" Kuribayashi said to Rory.
"Yes, and why would you say no to that?" Rory purred. "I wanted to see the selfish humans who think they are superior to other humans."
"They are so clever," Hazama said to Itami. "Lands outside of our homeland for us? They offered lands for the continuation of our identities."
In one middle row, Juan commented to Ioanna, "Wow, that reminded me of the time the royal Laotians had their own government-in-exile in a state in the US after the communist took over Laos."
"Yes, ναι (neh - yes)," replied Ioanna through a whisper, "and we're copying the Laotians basically. I can imagine the JSDF peacekeeping between Greek and Turkish maritime borders."
"My great-grandfather Manuel L. Quezon would be so proud of our leaders," Odesa added with a chuckle.
This was a second roasting, but the MPC wasn't done yet.