Hirohito
Hirohito (born April 29th 1901) is the head of state and emperor of the Empire of Japan. His reign oversaw the emergence of Japan as a world superpower. Fanatically adored by his subjects, who revere him as son and living embodiment of Amaterasu, Goddess of the Sun, the Emperor is the symbol of the Japanese nation and people, and this feeling has only increased ever since the final victory in the Second World War. To say that the Japanese would willingly throw themselves into fire at his command is not an empty metaphor...
The Emperor, as stated by the Meiji Constitution, has a strong role in national politics, a role that Hirohito has always fulfilled with a soft touch: understanding the value of unity, he has always accepted the candidates presented to him to the parliament, so that no Japanese could feel wronged by his choices. As Japan's politics heat up day after day with the slow but inexorable collapse of the Taisei Yokusankai, the Emperor appears as the only source of stability in the country. A quiet player in the political chessboard, Hirohito always appears as an impartial and just ruler of the nation, leaving the political squabble to the elected representatives.
The truth, however, is a bit different: the Emperor is greatly concerned with the degeneration of Japanese politics, and fears that, should the Taisei Yokusankai finally collapse, the country will be plunged into a state of political chaos, which will be quickly exploited by its enemies, both within and without the East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere.
Therefore, the Imperial Palace has silently been set in motion, and envoys and members of the Imperial family discreetly look around in order to find a man capable of forming a stable majority amidst the ever increasing division in the Taisei Yokusantai. The Emperor will always deny any involvement in politics (not that anyone would ever dare to ask him something so dishonourably), but in a country where men can write poems about a single cherry blossom and, just as readily, commit suicide over a slight loss of honour, a mere whisper from the Chrysanthemum Throne might be just what Japan needs...