France 1559 - 1587
France, the foremost country of the world, spent the period making herself even more foremost. Her attention did not waver from her goal: ultimate domination of all lesser lifeforms (e.g.: Englishmen). Of course, life without challenge is meaningless, so the French made certain that they remained challenged by the results of their efforts.
Early on, the Pathetic snivelling whiners in the so called LowLands of Northern Europe came to the French monarch. François II, the king, sent them away with all the hauteur he could manage (admittedly, a 15-year-old boy has little hauteur). Undaunted, the pathetic whiners who sometimes were called Dutch (as they always wanted to pay for only their own dinners) came back the next year when François was dead (hauteur causes ear infections it seems!) and his brother, Charles IX, was on the throne. But age is no barrier to acting with great hauteur, and the 11-year-old Charles sent the whining Hollanders away with much comment upon their silly, wooden shoes. The Nederlanders are said to have simply wanted the assurance of an alliance with the Great French, but one does not pull the wool over the eyes of a Valois-Angoulême easily! So the kings understood that the real reason for the approach from the bottomlands dwellers was that they wanted to steal French wines and French women (after all, who does not?).
Pretty soon, the absurd Spanish emissaries came trotting up to the great palace of the kings of France. "Oh, Great French King!" they said to butter up the ruler, "we wish to have assurance that you do not intend to attack us in the next century or so! We have grand plans and designs and we do not like the snivelling Dutch, so we must be put at ease with your blessings and assurances!" The Great French King, who, but for some silly rules issued in something called a Golden Bull (it seemed a lot of bull, thought the French!!) would be called the Great French Emperor, was not fooled by the Spanish Emissaries. "Fools!" he thundered. "You but want French Wines and French Women! Nay, we shall grant no assurances as you ask! But, if your prissy monarch who can't even live with his wife because she prefers the somewhat less than balmy climate of England is content not to attack the Great Kingdom (should be Empire!) of France, we will not bother ourselves with any attacks on your puny realm!" And Charles IX sent the emissaries packing.
It should be noted that the slanderous Spanish have some different viewpoints on who asked for what and why in an attempt to distract less discerning minds of the true relationship that exists between the Great French King and his various lesser counterparts in the world. But Truth Will Out, some say (though they usually end up dead, it should be noted).
Next came the vile Austrians. For some time they had attacked the poor Pope and attempted to humiliate the Holy Father. Suddenly, it was noted that, without proper notice, or even so much as a polite question, they had annexed most of the Holy Father's lands and confiscated priceless treasures! The Great French King gnashed his teeth and cried for a holy Crusade to liberate the Pope's lands. However, when he talked to the silly Spanish King (who it must be admitted wears the most silly looking excuse for "pants" around!), the silly Spanish King whispered with trepedation into the ear of the Great French King, "Sire, if we beat up on the Austrians in Italy, it will only allow the Really Vile Turks to gain more lands." So the Great French King cancelled the Crusade, saying, "If we beat up on the vile Austrians, it will cause chaos and havoc in Christendom, and, really, the Pope doesn't need so much good (but not as good as French!) Italian wine." All who listened praised and applauded this sentiment.
But the French needed a challenge!! So, agents of Protestantism stirred up the peasants of the south of France and caused them to cry out for a change in religion. These people were doing the work of God, though they did not know it, for they forced the Very Great French King to choose and important role for France. "We must become the Most Catholic Nation in the world!" shouted Charles IX. And so, years before anyone else thought of the idea, the French became Counter Reformers, for which they obtained new warriors, extra fervor, and several revolts put swiftly down. Thus was God's plan made manifest, that France would be the True Catholic Nation of Nations. Greatness, after all, requires Bold Moves and Great Thinking!
So for twenty years the French industriously piled up riches, burned heretics, and built up colonies. One day, an explorer for the French King stumbled across a new batch of heathen pagans in the lands of North America. These natives lived in round huts with dirt floors, and followed a large kind of ox in very cold flat plains (making them not unlike Poles). The French King's response was predictable. "Off with their Heads! They are to become my serfs!" And so, in the space of just 18 months, the Dakota became good French Citizens, which was a good result, especially for the bureaucrats who processed applications from Dakota natives to move to sunnier, warmer climes in the French Empire.
Suddenly, the Great French King died, and had again no son (Italian women appear not to transmit too much in the way of procreative ability to their sons!). His Brother, the Quite Wonderful Henri III was made King. He had spent a year as King of Poland, but understandably fled that country when it was clear that it had no French Wine, no French Women, and lots of the same cold the Dakota had. To be King of France instead meant to be a Great Man!
Not long after, the Snivelling, whining, pathetic marsh-dwellers around Amsterdam came to Henri and asked for help again. But Henri was a man of his word, and besides the silly Spanish and their really ugly allies, the English, had not attacked the French in lo! these many years. So Henri III, with much the same hauteur as his brothers, sent the whining snivellers on their way to face their fate like men! After all, they insisted on being heretics of the worst kind! Also, they had no wine to offer, and their cheese stank. With some amusement, Henri watched as the Spanish spent numerous men attacking the Dutch, only to have Henri's own sometime allies, the Savoyards, steal all the sieges and win all the provinces. In the end, the Dutch were taught their lesson, and Henri had lost no French Men to silly fights best left to Spanish soldiers.
But then came the unthinkable!!!! The English, drunk on their success, decided to declare war upon the quite barbaric Scots, who, nevertheless, were the allies of the Great French!!! Nothing like this could be stood, so Henri immediately sent his response to the English monarch (a cold fish of a bitch, it was rumored, who couldn't even get laid). His response was, as French responses are, quite clever: a wool shirt dyed blue and decorated with lillies. Then, French soldiers immediately went into Calais and captured it, reducing the fort in a siege. At the same time, French soldiers repulsed an attack by the English in North America, and at once, French troops marched boldly into English colonies to claim them for the Great French King!
All the while, the silly Spanish King, quite wise despite wearing silly pants, refused to intervene on behalf of his ally, England. It might be said he was still having fun with Sweedish blondes (which, while not as good as French Women OR French Wines, are nonetheless quite satisfying!!).
Thus were spent the days of François II, Charles IX, and Henri III! Long live the Great Kings of France!!!!!!