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Forged in Iron and Ambition (Web Novel) - Chapter 811: Death of the Monroe Doctrine
Chapter 811: Death of the Monroe Doctrine
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The meeting in Mexico City began without the United States. That fact alone weighed heavier than any opening statement could have.The hall had been prepared for an American delegation that never arrived. A placard bearing the stars and stripes remained set at the central table, untouched, its chair conspicuously empty.
No apology had been delivered. No explanation offered beyond vague assurances that "domestic circumstances" made attendance impossible.
No one in the room believed that.
Delegations from across the Americas and the remnants of the Allied Powers gathered instead, seated in uneven clusters rather than formal ranks.
Some arrived flanked by military officers. Others came with economists, or legal advisers, or no aides at all. The war had begun to strip nations down to what they truly valued.
Mexico hosted, but did not preside.
There was no presiding authority.
The absence of Washington had dissolved that role entirely.
For several minutes after the doors closed, no one spoke.
It was the Canadian representative who finally broke the silence.
"So," he said, folding his hands atop the table, "we are here to discuss a war being fought in America’s name... without America."
A ripple of discomfort passed through the room.
The Brazilian envoy shifted in his chair. The Chilean delegation exchanged glances. Argentina’s representative stared at the empty seat marked United States of America with open contempt.
"This was inevitable," the Peruvian foreign minister said quietly. "An empire does not fracture politely."
"Careful," snapped the Bolivian representative. "The United States is still our ally."
"Is it?" the Colombian envoy asked. "Because allies attend meetings."
That earned a few grim nods.
A Cuban diplomat leaned forward, his voice sharp with exhaustion.
"We have lost shipping lanes. We have lost bases. We have lost credibility. And now we are told that the nation which dragged half of us into this war cannot spare a delegation?"
The representative from Bolivia bristled.
"Washington is fighting its own battle," he said. "Internal unrest, civil disorder..."
"...civil war," Argentina interrupted flatly. "Let’s stop pretending otherwise."
That word settled like ash.
Several nations present had been watching the American situation closely. Reports filtered south daily: strikes turning violent, state governments defying federal authority, armed militias clashing with Federal units.
The image of American stability that had once underpinned hemispheric order was gone.
"We are not here to mock them," Canada said evenly. "We are here because their weakness places the rest of us in danger."
A Mexican official cleared his throat.
"Mexico agreed to host this gathering," he said, "because the balance of power in the Americas has changed. Pretending otherwise serves no one."
Maps were spread across the table.
Not plans for victory, assessments of loss.
Red lines marked shipping routes no longer safe. Crosses denoted bases abandoned or destroyed. Guam was circled heavily in black ink. Cuba glared from the page like an accusation.
"The Germans took Guam in six hours," the Brazilian envoy said, voice tight. "Six. Hours."
"And did not advance further," the Bolivian officer added. "Which is precisely what makes it worse."
Several heads turned.
"They didn’t need to," he continued. "They demonstrated reach, restraint, and most of all control. The Pacific is no longer a buffer. It’s a corridor."
The Argentine delegate scoffed.
"And America can’t even pretend to defend it."
That remark drew murmurs, some angry, some resigned.
"We must be pragmatic," Chile said. "The Central Powers are unified. Their command structure is intact. Their political leadership speaks with one voice."
He gestured around the room.
"We do not."
Silence followed.
One of the smaller Central American nations finally spoke, its representative visibly nervous.
"If the United States collapses internally," he asked, "what becomes of the Monroe Doctrine?"
No one answered at first.
Because the truth was uncomfortable.
The Monroe Doctrine had always been enforced by American power, Not law, nor consensus, but power. And that power was fading.
"It becomes irrelevant," The Cuban diplomat said at last. "Just like every other guarantee that depends on strength no longer possessed."
The Bolivian representative slammed his palm against the table.
"We cannot simply abandon the war," he said. "Too much has been spent. Too much blood."
"Sunk cost," Brazil replied sharply. "We are not accountants, we are statesmen. The question is not what we’ve lost; it is what we are prepared to lose next."
Argentina leaned back.
"And for what?" he asked. "To prop up an ally who won’t even send an ambassador?"
That landed harder than intended.
Several delegations began speaking at once.
Some argued for pressing on, that the Central Powers would eventually overextend, that Germany’s reach would provoke resistance, that America might yet stabilize.
Others spoke of quiet disengagement, of bilateral ceasefires. Of territorial guarantees in exchange for neutrality.
A few said the word no one had yet formalized.
Peace, not victory, not defeat, but peace.
Mexico listened, while Canada weighed every word carefully. Meanwhile Cuba argued for continental security over transatlantic loyalty.
And Bolivia stood increasingly alone, trapped by aggressive commitments it could no longer sustain without American industry.
But hovering over it all was the unspoken reality: The United States was no longer the center of gravity in the western hemisphere.
"If Washington seeks peace," Colombia said cautiously, "they will do so without consulting us."
"And if they don’t?" asked Peru.
Brazil exhaled slowly.
"Then they will drag us down with them."
The room grew quiet again, not because consensus had been reached. But because everyone understood what had just been said.
This meeting was no longer about strategy. Rather it was about survival.
When the conference adjourned hours later, no declaration was issued. Nor was a unified position announced.
Only quiet agreements, private channels opened, and contingency plans drafted in the margins of maps.
The American chair remained empty to the end.
And as the delegations departed into the warm night of Mexico City, one truth lingered unspoken but undeniable:
The Allied Powers were no longer waiting for Washington to lead. They were waiting to see how hard it would fall, and how quickly they could step aside when it did.
