>October 24, 1938
>Stockholm, Sweden
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, hundreds of people in brown shirts were slowly entering the large meeting room of the NSAP, only to notice that something was different. The large, red banners with the swastikas had been removed, and in their place hung some kind of blue banners, rolled up to the ceiling so they couldn't see what was on them. And they also noticed that Sven Olov Lindholm, their leader, was standing on the stage, but he was dressed in a dark blue shirt instead of a brown one.
As the room finally filled up, the crowd silenced as Lindholm cleared his throat in the microphone. "Gentlemen."the man began to speak. "Brothers. Fellow Aryans. You may have noticed some changes with both me and the room. You see, we have from our foundation followed the example of the German NSDAP. However, this party is destined for greatness, and such we will need our own identity for the history books."he said.
The man then drifted into a ten-minute speech about how they had to distance themselves from the NSDAP and create their own identity in order to not be confused with the Germans when they wrote about their victory in the history books.
"And such, this part is no longer
Nationalsocialistiska Arbetarpartiet."Lindholm said. Then the banners rolled out again along the walls, showing them to be fully blue with a
new symbol in the middle of it. "This is now the
Svensk Socialistisk Samling; the SSS!"he said. The silence of the crowd broke as it was replaced by a sea of clapping hands. Lindholm could see that the change was welcome for the vast majority of the members. "Now..."he continued. "As we are the SSS, and not the SA, we should no longer wear these brown shirts, but instead you will all requisition a blue shirt of similar design and blue shirts shall be worn by all members within a week's time. Anyone who wears a brown shirt after that will not be let in here or any other of our meeting places."he said.
The man then stood up straight and looked at the crowd. "Now, onto more serious concerns. It seems our weakling of a prime minister, Per Albin Hansson, is going to keep Sweden on a neutral stance and leave our Germanic brethren to fend for themselves in the coming war."
"What about the Italians and the Japanese?"one of the members of the crowd shouted.
"Even worse."Lindholm said with a smile, making a large part of the crowd burst into laughter for a few moments. "Anyway. Our party is large and strong, but not enough for this puny democratic society. The majority of the Swedish people is evidently too cowardly to take its rightful place as the master race. It will take far too long to sway the populace to our side. We must use other means to rise to power."
"Storm the parliament and take it by force!"one of the members screamed, making a lot of people around him nod in agreement.
"Then we'll put those filthy Bolsheviks in their place!"another member yelled out, to which many other members gave agreeing cheers.
"Please, gentlemen, calm down. Calm down."Lindholm said, smiling at the enthusiasm and initiative of the party members. "We will take it. And we will put Ivan on his place, but Sweden is not yet ready for war, and we are not yet ready for a coup. We need outside support. We need German support. Then we can act."