NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This thread is an RP of nations that Lietuveska has good relations with. It is intended as a meeting of allies, friends, and simply nations that we have come in contact with. Recently, a man by the name of Boris Kasparov came to power, and has decided to lead Lietuveska from a European socialist government to a more communist one. Already, Kasparov has insured that he will gain popular support, and infastructure has been repaired. These first few posts will solidify his leadership and create a united nation of 4 republics.Do NOT post until I say to do so.

Blått Hus
Hvittsted, Lietuveska

The breezy wind of a sunny and cool Spring morning washed itself over Hvittsted, the capital of Lietuveska. A city of many classical European buildings, it was the focal point of Lietuv art, history, and culture. Fashion was a statement and nothing more in Hvittsted, and it was a magnet for media attention. The greatest of Lietuveska's celebrities dwelled in the beachside hills of Volorna, just outside Hvittsted. Boris Kasparov, the newest Prime Minister, was sitting in his new office overlooking the beaches. As the clear blue water washed itself upon the shore to soak the few early birds who had decided to talk a morning stroll or run, Boris sipped his morning tea. His olive-skinned face was smooth, and his thick, black hair was short and combed back very neatly. His eyes were thin, but shone bright green. A man with a long, oval face, Boris Kasparov was one that carried an air of importance and rigidness. Very generous to many, Boris was also a man of great resolve, and refused to aid those that did not aid him in return.

He smiled grimly as he thought of the beginning of his great journey. When he was 16, he became extremely interested in the political process. It was around this time that Lietuveska had declared independence from its former oppressors, the USSR. Even though the land which they lived on had moved since then, Boris felt a strong binding to the culture, and the new land was just as good, in his opinion. In 1993, at the age of 19, Boris Kasparov began his college life. A radical student usually shunned, he did not gain support until his junior year of college. He then founded the Communist Union, which was only popular among several universities. He was aching to broaden his ideals.

In 1999, at the age of 24, Boris Kasparov graduated from the University of Koorstadt with a bachelor's degree in Political Science. He soon gathered a few of his friends, and began an underground network of political contacts. He needed a strong group in order to overthrow the current government, if that was necessary. However, after the creation of a website, the Communist Union was gaining more attention. In 2004, when Adrian Weston began suffering a loss in popularity, his party began gaining popularity. However, as he recalled vividly, a woman by the name of Lashira Vladonski began stealing his newly found fame. With great bitterness did Boris remember her tactics as he sipped his tea once again, staring dazedly at the beach as the sun rose slowly. She had achieved what he had been wanting since he was a teenager, and did not give up. He began picking up popularity as the Social Progressives Union waned away, and welcomed former Vice President Joseph Van Arsden into the party. With this new membership, the Communist Union quickly gained popularity. Van Arsden was extremely well-liked, and Boris Kasparov managed to get so much support that in the next elections, his party was guaranteed at least half the seats of the Getczechen. However, the Prime Minister cancelled the elections, and threw the nation into a month or two of chaos.

He sat in triumph, knowing that he had solidified his power enough. Just days ago he had assumed dictatorship, and would be holding elections soon enough. His policies had so far given the economy a jumpstart, as well as gained popularity among the people. Already, thousands of work crews were restoring infastructure and damaged power lines that were results of the invasion by Phyrric. Kasparov was planning elections, which would further solidify his power, as the Communist Union was easily the most popular party in Lietuveska. He had also scheduled meetings with the Presidents of the three former provinces who had declared independence in protest of Prime Minister Vladonski. It was his plan to form a union of republics, but he sipped his tea once again as the sun shone brightly upon the white sandy beaches. At the age of 35 in the year 2010, Boris Kasparov was most ready to launch a great new chapter in Lietuv history.

Hope you don't mind if I plant a big fat taggity all over your post for later...

tag, because.

<<OOC: Not much time, so forgive the brevity...>>

The Imperator of Edolia, Erik von Blatterschplitt turned to the two men sitting before him. "Matt," he addressed his Minister for Foreign Affairs. "What should we expect here? Is this good news?" Matthew von Pickett thought for a second before nodding slowly.
"I expect it is, m'lord. The previous government in Lietuveska looked to be increasingly conservative and capitalist. This shift in policy will be beneficial to our relations with the Lietuvs, certainly."
"What about this Kasparov fellow? What kind of a leader will he make?"
"That remains to be seen. Our intelligence suggests that he's idealistic and populist. The question is whether or not he will turn into another Soviet style tin-pot dictator. Not every absolute ruler governs with your level of wisdom." The Imperator nodded, accepting the compliment. The other man in the room, Wang Xiaoping, Edolia's Minister of Economics spoke.
"It might be beneficial to make sure that he stays in our camp. Introduce the Lietuveskans to Blatterschplitt Socialism. Offer them the services of our top economic and political advisors. I'm sure that Kasparov would love to have support from an already-established dictatorial Communist government, especially one that has been as succesful as ours."
"I concur completely," von Pickett chimed in. "Let's help Kasparov build a Blatterschplitt Socialist-type government. We'll make sure we have a partner for all time. And this will bode well for the Union." The Imperator smiled.
"Yes. Get to work, my friends."

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"I wish to, on behalf of the people of Edolia, offer my services and the services of my ministry to your new government. We are well aware of the challenges in building an effective, viable Communist state and would like to help Lietuveska to meet these challenges, as we are sure that they will. We would be honored if a delegation from the Ministry of Economics were to be hosted in Lietuveska, where we can brief your ministers on the theories of Blatterschplitt Socialism, which have been put into effect -with great success- in Edolia. I wish you the best of luck in your endeavors. Power to the people, comrades."
Wang Xiaoping
Minister of Economics

Blått Hus
Hvittsted, Lietuveska

It was mid-afternoon at this point, and the delegations from Sociano, Aldonska, and Nurvaaks would be arriving soon. For those were the three former provinces, and were planning negotiations with Kasparov and his staff. Boris had proposed to them that they form a Union, or simply a confederation, in order to create a since of unity among all Lietuvs. It was also considered that "Lietuv" would formally become an ethnicity at the meeting. Times were changing for Lietuveska, and polls showed that Kasparov's attempts were extremely popular--only 14% were dissatisfied with his rule. Nevertheless, Kasparov was planning elections that would establish him President-for-Life, and would reduce the role of the Getczechen, but continue to allow elections as normal. His position would stay unchanged.

2:25 PM

A light breeze blew on the beach, and the aqua water washed pleasantly upon the shore. Kasparov had planned the meeting to be at a very secluded spot on the hills on the beach outside Hvittsted in the mansion of a retired actress, who had sold it to the government. It was a great beauty, painted in a creme color and styled very much like a 19th-century Spanish villa.

The delegates from the former provinces arrived at the location, admiring the beauty of the place. Kasparov quickly walked out to greet them, and invited them in.

(OOC--I'm going to skip the details, and get straight to the end of it. For those that wish to see the full details of the pact that has been signed, check out my news thread by searching my topics. It's named "Lietuv News Agency")

6:40 PM

The sun was setting slowly, and a golden light was stretched across the beaches and city. About 20 km to the south, the towering skyscrapers of Hvittsted could be sun glimmering in the last rays of sun. Boris Kasparov sat in the hillside mansion, which he had named "De Strandvilla" (The Beach Villa). He was extremely satisfied--he and about 12 others had just signed a very important agreement, a pact. It had been named the Hvittsted Pact, and generally said that Sociano, Aldonska, and Nurvaaks were now republics, as well as Lietuveska. They were now joined under one banner: The United Republics of the Hvittsted Pact. Each republic had a president, and the 4 would meet monthy at De Strandvilla. It was decided that Boris Kasparov should be named Premier of the URHP.

As the sky became darker and the first stars appeared in the purple and pink mass of beauty above, Boris Kasparov stared into the crescent moon, sure that he had just launched the most dramatic change in Lietuv history.

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Boris Kasparov wishes to welcome any delegates that Edolia would like to send to our nation. However, we are currently deciding to have a rather neutral economy, but closer to communism. We will of course accept help and guidance, and are excited about this new chapter in our history.

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#tag#, in a friendly he-joined-KIST-so-we're-all-good-way

The press room of the Blått Hus was very loud, exuberant, and expectant. Everyone had been told what the Premier would be talking about, but as to its good or bad side, nobody knew. The speech would be concerning the Lietuv economy, and perhaps taxes.

As the door at the front left of the room opened, the volume fell dramatically. Boris Kasparov was dressed in a black suit with a dark red tie. This was indeed unusual, and the sporadic murmurs showed it. The URHP had grown accustomed to seeing their Premier outfitted with a bright red tie at all times. He merely nodded, and his expression was grave. The apologetic tone in his voice was enough to convince everyone that he was there to give bad news.

"My fellow Lietuvs of the United Republics, it seems that I have extremely mistaken the economic principles of the world. You see, I came into this office with the dream of creating opportunity for every citizen of this great nation. I also wanted no one person to be valued over another. However, reality has recently dealt me a striking blow. When I most recently passed a law that severely restricted salaries and forced everyone to retain the same status in the workplace, I had thought I had done the right thing. Much to my surprise it was when I discovered earlier today that production in the workplace had fallen by nearly 45%.

"Due to this, I am restructuring our economy. Capitalism will slowly be introduced, and I shall repeal the ludicrous law that I passed several weeks ago. These communist ideals cannot work, unfortunately. I am afraid that moderate socialism or capitalism is the only way to improve one's economy and nation. Be strong, my fellow Lietuvs. I shall attempt to retrace my steps. Which does remind me of something...I must apologize to my wife, Ivana, for ignoring her predictions that this would happen. i said several weeks ago that if my plan should fail, I would retrace my steps and apologize. I have done so, and I am sorrythat I almost failed you, my fellow Lietuvs. Goodnight, and farewell."

"We are extremely dissapointed at the actions of Premier Kasparov and wish to formally request that he reconsider his actions. After attempting one, ineffectual form of communism -which Edolia does not adhere to- the Lietuvs are trying to give up. We ask them to allow economic advisors from Edolia to visit their nation and help them construct the effective Blatterschplitt-style socialist economy that has made Edolia into one of the great world powers. We recognize the difficulties in switching economic systems and are also willing to provide an economic stimulus package to the Lietuv people consisting of $450 billion a year for ten years, in order to build up their economy. Following Edolia's lead, Lietuveska can be ushered into a new age of propserity and strength."
Wang Xiaoping
Minister of Economics

<<OOC: Bad Lietuveska! No going capitalist again!>>

Yvonne Richardson walked down the hallway leading to the Premier's office, obviously annoyed. Her short, curly brown hair bounced as she walked, and her bright, blue eyes peered through her rather thin, fashionable black-rimmed glasses. Dressed in gray, she truly looked like a businesswoman. However, she was but the Director of UnAPS Affairs, and was carrying a letter, which appeared to be sent through a fax machine. She rapped quickly on the door of the Premier's office. A voice on the other side invited her in.

"Oh, good, you're here," Kasparov said. "I was just going-", but he was interrupted as Yvonne interrupted him. "I don't have time for errands, Boris. Read this," she said with disgust as she shoved the paper towards him. Exasperated, he read it. "Aaah. Of course. I should have expected this." She merely blinked, and spoke with rage. "Sir, do they think we're a bunch of petty idiots?! As if we are ones to be bribed and toyed with! No sense of respect whatsoever! Oooh, I swear if I saw that Blatterspit bastard I'd--" Kasparov was highly amused, but interrupted her. "Now, now Yvonne, I can't have you erupting like a volcano in my office. However, I do agree with you. Send a message back, informing Mr. Xiaoping that our decision is final and we are not simple-minded idiots that can be waived by bribes. With the neutral tones, of course," he added quickly. Yvonne simply nodded, and walked back out into the hallway. It was good that Boris was so level-headed to keep her in check, or a big mess would have erupted.

While it may be in the interest of the Edolian government to claim itself as a promoter of "Blatterschplitt-style socialism", the government of the URHP must point out that our decision is final. The Premier has already made his decision in the direction our nation shall go. Contrary to your belief, Mr. Xiaoping, Lietuv government officials are not easily persuaded by bribes. If anything, your latest message to our government has resulted in resentment. Perhaps in the future you would assign an educated diplomat to write your letters, instead of allowing yourself to blatantly insult a foreign ally.

Cordially,

Yvonne Richardson
Director of UnAPS Affairs

Premier Boris Kasparov was a bit nervous. He knew that he would be committing political suicide, but he could no longer stand to hide his true identity. For Boris Kasparov was not the hard-lined Communist (well, somewhat hard-lined) that he had always pretended to be. He had used the party he had formed in college, the Communist Union, to gain attention and a footing in the Lietuv political world. It was a rather harsh political move, but Boris was desperate to become the leader of his country. For the past few months, he had been pondering admitting to be a moderate capitalist on economic and trade issues. He had always been somewhat of a left centrist on social issues, however, and would continue with several of his social policies. While he cared little about political freedoms, he considered civil rights the most important aspect in life. As he stepped slowly into the Blått Hus press room, he wiped his brow nervously. His eyes darted around the room, but he forced himself to be calm. This was no time to panic, and he must retain the strong leadership appearance. As he neared closer to the camera, he simply smiled at the reporters and to the camera. He took a quick sip of water, forcing his hand to not shake.

"Good evening, my fellow Lietuvs. I am here tonight to make a very important announcement." His voice became stronger as he gained confidence. "For many years I have been the Chairman of the Communist Union, a party that I founded while in college. Tonight is a night of reckoning for me, and I must part with the fake image of myself. I, as so many of you have believed for so long, am in no way a Communist." A tense pause followed this bold statement as reporters stopped scribbling, and look up, shocked. Families around the country halted their activities, and stared blankly at the television screen. "In fact, I am a moderate capitalist where issues of the economy and trade lie. I still maintain fairly centered leftist positions on many social issues, though to say I am Communist is a bold overstatement. I am sorry that I had the ignorance to hide this truth from the public. I do not ask for forgiveness, only your ears. You see, as a young college student, I had ambitions to rule this great country. First, I needed to be noticed. I chose to create a party with Communist ideals. I slowly gained supporters, and eventually had the power I needed to save this nation and be its representative and leader. When Lashira Vladonski (the former Prime Minister) was attacked, I feared that she had been murdered in my name. I did not want her dead. However, when her deputy passed her ruling powers onto me, believing I could bring the nation together in the face of a disastrous invasion which had been repelled, I accepted. How was I to refuse such an offer? It was my lifelong dream.

"I entered office, and quickly made reforms. I was happy that my dream had finally come true. However, I knew my happiness was not full. I had gained an office by deceiving nearly a billion people. I felt, and still feel, guilt for my irresponsible actions. I created the URHP about a month ago in the name of Communism. It will continue to exist, but only in the name of unity and capitalism.

"Now that I have finally told you the truth, I will take the greatest risk of my life. To right my wrongs, I will host a referendum next week, on the issue of whether you, my fellow Lietuvs, wish me to resign. I am a liar, and I will not deny it. I regret that I had to lie to get where I am today, but I will accept the consequences, if you wish to deal me the biggest blow of my life. If you, my fellow countrymen and women, do decide to remove me from my position, I shall step down immediately and flee the country. I will have deserved it for my extreme stupidity and dishonesty. However, if you decide to allow me to remain in my position, I will be forever grateful, and I would not be able to thank you enough. I expect this to be my last week of office, though, and I will continue to do what I can to give it my all.

"While we are on the subject, I must do something very important. I, Boris Kasparov, officially renounce my membership of the Communist Union and do hereby create the Lietuv Eenheid Partij (Lietuv Unity Party). It shall be a party with capitalist economic ideals but centrist social policies, leaning barely to the left. A moderate foreign policy shall be adopted, and defense is a high priority for the LEP. I thank all of you for your time. Goodnight, and farewell."

The Premier turned to his right, and walked out of the room, satisfied that he had done his best.

Pink Bunny Cola Inc Lietuveska

“I have a feeling it will all work out.”, Mantov – the unshaven Lietuv head of the Pink Bunny Cola factory in Lietuveska proper - relaxed in his chair and reached for his beer.

The Knootian corporate exec. in charge of Lietuv strategy sat on the other side of the simple wooden table, and poured himself a stronger alcoholic beverage. He spoke in an affected tone, one that he managed to maintain even when not speaking in his native language. “Indeedy. Lietuveska has gone up to free trade status in KIST. And this Kasparov fellow seems to have some jolly good ideas on the economy, I’ll say – tad ho and steam on with those reforms.”

The Knootian carefully readjusted his monocle before he reached for the paper before him. “And with actual tax cuts, we might be able to start running a serious profit here, don’t you agree ol’ boy?”

The Lietuv nodded sagely. “Sure – for as long as this goes on. Wouldn’t be the first time the people above change their mind.”

"What is this bullshit!?" The Imperätor was mad. Tossing the remote control across the room, he pointed at the television. "He's not a communist!? How the hell does someone run a goddamn communist party for however many years and not be a communist!? I mean... Why the fuck didn't we know about this?"
"Well sir..." Verish von Crënsz shrugged. "My intelligence services weren't really given enough of a reason to look into this guy. I'm sure we could have figured it out if we needed to."
"Fucking hell."
"Yes sir."
"Look..." The Imperätor nodded, calming down. "The Lietuvs couldn't possibly keep this bastard in power, could they?"
"I don't know sir. They might just be that stupid."
"I hope not. Let's see what kind of influence we can exert here."
"What kind of authorization do I have?"
"Don't do anything illegal. Offer them aid, appeal to the Lietuvs' ideals, hopes and dreams. Point out that Edölia was one of the first nations to aid them when they were invaded by Phyrric, even though we were fighting tooth and nail to protect our own territory."
"Yes sir. I'll get working on communications immediately."
"Excellent. I'll begin working on a communiqué to their people. I want to correct the blatant misinterpretation by their government.”

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Open Letter to the Lietuv People
”On behalf of the Edölian people, I wish to apologize for the misunderstanding regarding our offer of economic aid. Although some in your government have interpreted it as a bribe to continue with communist development, nothing could be further from the truth. We see nothing as more important than the right of sovereign people to choose their own destiny, and we would not seek to thwart the will of the Lietuv people to determine how they wish to run their nation. However, we had seen the overwhelming public support expressed by the Lietuv people for communist development and wished to help them along this path. We realize that the transformation from a capitalist to communist economic system is difficult and requires patience and hard work from the people, but I –and I had believed the Lietuv people- believe that the end result is more than worth it. One need only look at the towering skyscrapers of Edölia to see the result of Blätterschplitt Socialism. By combining the strongest points of socialism with the economic motivation and individualism of capitalism, this system would help the people of Lietuveska recover from their devastating war with Phyrric. This letter is meant not to change the mind of the Lietuv people, but to attempt to heal the damage done by the misunderstanding on the part of the Kasparov government.
[signed]
Erik von Blätterschplitt”

OOC: This is from the Rise of the Order of the Invisible Hand thread, created by Knootoss.

Video Teleconference between the leaders of Knootoss and Lietuveska/URHP

Lady Galadriël Táralóm nos Círdan was sitting in her office, writing the typical letters to foreign leaders, plotting how to handle domestic and foreign situations, and the like. Suddenly the viewscreen mounted on the wall behind her desk popped up and the face of the Lietuv Premier, Boris Kasparov appeared. Galadriël turned to face him, smiling as she recognised the man. "Well... good morning. Or is it already afternoon in Haven?", she inquired.

He checked his watch quickly, forgetting the time. His sleep patterns had been interrupted quite often lately, and he was prone to forget whether he was during afternoon hours or morning. "Yes, why it is. Forgive me if interrupted your morning activities, I know I am about ten minutes early," he said smiling apologetically. "Oh, no matter", the elf replied, "After all, our nations are not exactly close geographically." She sat down on the back of her desk, with a certain slow grace. "I am glad that you have called. I still have to thank you for your supportive speech on the Colombian matter. Knowing that we stand by each other as friends is truly heart-warming." She gave an appreciative nod to add to the statement. He waved his hand slightly. "Don't mention it. I'm greatly annoyed with those opposing your decisions. I honestly have seen nothing wrong with your policy directions, and I know that you mean very well by them. I have been rattled by the latest protests in several communist countries, and it all seems too unfair. I wish I could help in a bigger way," he said, trying to cover the eagerness in his voice. A tiny smile formed on Galadriëls face. "Well...", she said with her hand moving slowly across her desk, "Your support is most important for now. Show the world that we do not stand alone against these... people. Even in the face of opposition and anti-capitalist propaganda," she said, strongly emphasising the last word.

He smiled slightly. "That is one thing you can definitely trust me on. I cannot stand these people that are trying to upset the general peace and stability that your nation has created over the past decade and a half. It truly bothers me that people would oppose a policy that has worked so well!" He then leaned back in his chair. "I plan to do more eventually, but right now, support is probably all I can offer. My people may decide to throw me out of office after admitting I was not the communist they believed me to be.." Galadriël chuckled at this last statement. "They should give you a statue for that." She then regained her posture and continued... "Anyway... how do you see your chances?"

He smiled at the remark but then he frowned. "I don't know really.. my advisers, though I may point out they have always been fierce optimists, are telling me that most consider my leadership strong, and that the people know that I meant well, even though I did lie. I suppose I'll just have to wait, but my secretary indicated that polls where showing my approval rating strong at 57%... not as high as it was before, but I suppose it's good considering the fact..." He sighed. "I certainly hope they do. The URHP is going to need someone that knows the friends and enemies of our nation." Galadriël nodded and remarked, knowingly. "Well, that’s as good as anything. I wish I could say 57% was the low point of my personal approval rating. Just know that we are rooting for you here." He smiled brightly at this statement. "I am very honoured, and I thank you very much. I do hope I will prevail, otherwise my actions will have just been a speck in time. I really intend to carry on for many years, and this latest incident has me wanting to stay more. What exactly do you intend to do about the situation in Colombia, by the way," he added as an afterthought.

"That depends...", she replied. Cautiously she continued… “If I may ask you something. How would Lietuveska feel about the DDR taking the fight to the Rumbiak Brigade… should Tanah Burung fail to comply in eliminating them, of course.”

He pondered this for a moment. "Hmmm. With the evidence at hand, I think it would be rather dangerous at this point, but perhaps you shouldn't wait much longer. I'm very worried about what they may plan to do next...Therefore, I suppose I would. It would take my advisers some convincing, but I'm sure I could get them to come around." Galadriël nodded, and used all her feminine charm to look vulnerable. She pouted. "Its not something I want to do. But their peoples representative is simply stalling for time. I don't see him arrest Burungi's because they oppose 'colonialism'."

Kasparov nodded slightly. "Yes, I feel the same way as you...But I'm very concerned by the latest New Sydney Times report. Surely it will be worked out? Though I intend to support you, I must have your assurances that this matter will be dealt with. For PR reasons, of course." Galadriël suppressed a grin so her behaviour would not contrast too much with her call for a knight in shining armour. "Of course", she said, "it will be dealt with. If we do the right thing, we might get out of it looking good." He smiled. "Thank you. I can of course send some teams to, er, monitor the present situation. You know, it would only help your image, and mine of course. Why not kill two birds with one stone? Perhaps a delegation to just run around Knootian Columbia, inspect, and report that things are looking positive?"

"An evaluation of our urban social programmes?", the elf suggested, "They are moving along swimmingly from what I have heard, but of course an independent investigation could do much to help confirm my impression." "Yes, that's exactly what I meant. Perhaps I could send them within the next few days?" Galadriël nodded. "That would be grand."

Kasparov decided it was time to end the conversation, and smiled. "It has been a pleasure talking with you, but I must tend to other business. I thank you for having this little chat with me. Perhaps we could meet sometime soon. I am planning a ball within the next few months."
The elf held her hands together, and said eagerly, "Oh please do send me an invitation. It was really nice talking to you." She reached over to the close-connection button. Kasparov did the same, and continued about his daily affairs, writing a letter to the LNA so that they could report that the Knootian Prime Minister was promising to alleviate the current situation.

((OOC: co-written and co-edited))

Monday, June 14, 20xx
7:50 AM
Blått Hus

Boris Kasparov placed his face into his palms, yawning widely. He had been awaken several hours too early, around 4:30 AM, by the thunderstorms that were now over Hvittsted. The clashing of rain upon the Blått Hus was always an event, never able to be subtle pattering, but always loud lashing. The thunder was making its presence, and the occassional lightning flash lit the dark gray skies in the morning. Boris was still faced with the impending referendum that would determine his continuation of the position of Premier of the URHP, or his exile into shame. Just yesterday he had talked to the Prime Minister of Knootoss, and was hoping that on this day that major media outlets would be reporting what his letters said. The recent scandal in Colombia regarding a mysterious non-lethal substance, then the arresting of a group calling itself the Rumbiak Brigade, and lately the mining incident were all creating his job much harder than it had to be. He somewhat resented Prime Minister nos Círdan for her inefficient means of quelling flames of anger. But it's not like she can really help it. If she tried to suck up too much, it would only piss people off more.., he thought idly, while twirling a pen in his fingers. In a matter of a few hours, he would be meeting with the Chairperson of the Lietuv Conservative Party (also former Prime Minister) Lashira Vladonski. His latest renouncing of the Communist Union and his policy changes as far as economics had impressed her, and she would no doubt try to form a coalition of some sort. He shook his head quickly, trying to focus on the letter he was preparing to send to Imperätor Erik von Blätterschplitt of Edolia. Kasparov had informed the media that it would be in their best interests to limit the story on Blätterschplitt's letter, but he did so in such a discreet way that his tactic was ignored, but his words heeded.

Dear Imperätor,

It has come to my recent attention that you indeed feel that my Director of UnAPS Affairs overreacted when your Minister of Economics contacted us. However, I must assure you that I do not take it lightly when an allied nation feels so compelled to attempt to control the actions of a friend. While I suppose your gestures are those of kindness, I again tell you that I will not be endorsing "Blätterschplitt Socialism." I believe that the slow integration of the URHP into the world of Capitalism will yield great results in the future. With all do respect, my policies have spurred the Lietuv economy to a Frightening level without the help of your nation. The URHP's signing of the KIST is much to blame for our latest improvements, and I will not allow you to continue to try to persuade my people against me. Your attempts at appealing to Lietuvs when I myself am in a very tight situation is not at all compassionate sir, and I intend to take the gesture rather personally. Respecting you fully, I cannot keep a Lietuv presence in Edolia if you continue being hostile to my leadership.

Cordially,
Premier Boris Kasparov of the United Republics of the Hvittsted Pact

Erik von Blatterschplitt was liking this Kasparov fellow less and less with each passing day. Stubborn bastard. The even more annoying this was that it didn't look like his people would be throwing him out of office. Don't they realize that he lied to him? What is wrong with the Lietuvs? Well he thought, I guess it's time to get to work. He is an ally after all. Turning to his computer, he flicked the on-switch and began to type furiously.

"Dear Comrade Kasparov,
I can understand your irritation with the Edolian government over this matter but you must see our position. A foreign government that we had believed to be friendly towards our interests has suddenly turned rather chilly. Our attempts at negotiating peacefully and diplomatically with your government were met with scorn and our apology to the Lietuv people was labelled an attempt to turn the Lietuv people against your government. I find this entirely unbecoming in a foreign leader and wish to make it clear that Edolia considers itself ally of the Lietuv people, even if Lietuveska's government does not think highly of us."

--- never mind ---

Statement to the international community:

As it is widely known, the Socialist Republic of Lietuveska is a member of the United Alliance of Progressive States. This alliance has long been a symbol of pride for our nation, and has carried us from small stature to improving relations and gaining new knowledge of our world. The UnAPS has held a level of respect within Lietuveska, and most recently the URHP. However, the Lietuv Ministry of Foreign Affairs feels that the alliance and our nation are parting ways.

Therefore, we would like to officially announce our resignation from the United Alliance of Progressive States. Policy changes and strained relations have led to this decision, as well as conflicting beliefs within the UnAPS. It is not our intention to stir anger. The URHP has no intentions of disbanding or worsening relations with UnAPS members, and in fact intend to increase relations with several members.

We apologize if this creates any disturbances or anger within the UnAPS, but Lietuvs feel no longer in touch with the alliance. It has been on the table for a very long time, and recent policy actions by the Secretary General have further motivated our leave. Our residence in Haven shall remain, but we will no longer claim membership to the United Alliance of Progressive States. May peace continue to thrive.

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"It was expected..." Flavia von Blatterschplitt looked into the phone that connected her -Edolia's Chancellor- and her father -its Imperator. The latter was looking increasingly old these days and there was quite a bit of talk about what would happen if he were to die.
"It was expected, but that doesn't make it any more annoying," Erik von Blatterschplitt countered. "And damaging to foreign relations! Some nations are going to blame us, though in truth, we had little to do with it."
"Father. How would you deal with it?"
"I believe that the best option would be to issue a proclaimation of respect for the Lietuv government and their decision. Show the world we mean no harm to the Lietuv people."
"I will get working on it immediately."

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"Although this decision by the Lietuv government is not entirely unexpected, we still view it with sadness. Lietuveska was a close ally of Edolia and we will miss their presense in the United Alliance of Progressive States dearly. We hope that in the future, we will be able to continue relations with the Lietuvs and our geographic vicinity will keep our ties close. Perhaps in time, the Kasparov government will rethink their decision and rejoin their allies."
Flavia von Blatterschplitt
Chancellor and Heir-Apparent

5:45 am

The gray skies of Hvittsted on the cool, summer morning brewed angrily as a storm from the south threatened to crash into the seaside city. The beaches, scattered with black rocks in most areas and white sand in others, were being attacked by the angry blue ocean, with waves soaring into piers. Though the Lietuv Weather Warning Administration (LIWWA) had only reported that Lietuvs should not venture to the beaches, the storm was a bit rougher than Lietuvs were used to, but nothing to fret over, according to the LIWWA.

Blått Hus
6:20 am

Boris Kasparov had been awake for about thirty minutes, and had already finished brushing his teeth and taking a shower, though he was still in his power blue bathrobe. He was still not fully awake, and fumbled with the coffee maker as he prepared to fix himself a cup. The hot liquid steamed as he poured it, and he smiled as the aroma infected his nostrils. He then walked out into the hallway, his wife still sleeping as a clap of thunder was heard in the distance. Shouldn't be too much longer before she wakes.., he thought as he took the elevator downstairs. He greeted his staff, and called for one of them to tell his butler to prepare a nice suit for him. Kasparov was planning on meeting with the chairperson of the Lietuv Conservative Party, Lashira Vladonski, and also the former Vice President of Lietuveska, Joseph Van Arsden. Boris had plans for Van Arsden, and was eager to look his best for their meeting. His wife would speak with Vladonski after he had his talk with her, for Ivana was far more likely to get Lashira on their side than he was. He opened his office door slowly, and he shivered as the cold air rushed to meet him. He quickly turned on the small portable heater next to his desk, and turned on the television to the LNA's cable news channel, reporting that storms were moving into the Hvittsted Metropolitan Area as a clap of thunder sounded closer than before. Boris took a look out of his window and looked on across the street, where rows of oaks, now swaying furiously in the wind, had been planted along the street on both sides. He also saw the many buildings that showed he was in the aged part of the city, which was mostly occupied by federal buildings. The gray buildings of Old Hvittsted stood proud and strong, showing off their European heritage. He looked further, and saw the ocean foaming and roaring. He knew this was no typical storm, but it wasn't enough to worry about. Either way, he made several phone calls to prepare emergency personnel, and ordered the LIWWA to issue a warning that residents of the city should travel as little as possible today.

8:20 am

Boris had already gotten dressed, and his wife Ivana was almost ready, touching up her makeup. Her deep blue dress was complimented by silver jewelry, and long dangling earrings. She was quickly finishing as she sprayed perfume on her wrists and neck, turning and smiling at her husband. Boris gave her a light kiss, complimenting her. His suit was black, with a bright blue tie, only complimented by his large gold wedding ring. They were scheduled to meet Goten Vladonski and Former Vice President Van Arsden at 8:45 am, and quickly went downstairs. The storm was now extremely close, evident as the lightning was more frequent, followed by the typical claps of loud thunder. The rain was now slowly coming down, but it was obvious that the storm hadn't even started. The large atrium of the Blått Hus was a beautiful room, with the floors a dark blue marble, and the walls were a beige marble, accented with the faint yellow light given off by the many contemporary styled scones. The large chandalier in the center was a beautiful sight, and the furniture of the room vocalized power and wealth. The staff of the Blått Hus were going about their duties, though being extra careful to impress their guests by looking their best. Boris and Ivana looked around importantly, standing in the center of the room clearly visible, for everyone had been instructed to walk along the sides of the room as a symbol of respect.

8:45 am

"Why aren't they here yet," mumbled a fretful Ivana. She was extremely organized, and hated it when people arrived late, especially when she took so much time to not upset the schedules of others. Boris rolled his eyes, mostly at himself for forgetting his wife's fretful behavior when it came to guests and their failure to arrive at the first second of a minute. "Give them at least another three minutes before you start fretting, dear." She gave him a look as if he had mortally offended her, but said nothing more. Seconds later, they heard the sky unleash what seemed like all the water it contained, and rain poured onto the streets, buildings, and people of Hvittsted as the lightning and thunder amplified tremendously. "Serves them right," quipped Ivana in a triumphant tone. Boris warned her that if she were to hold it against them, he'd get her for it. At approximately 8:47, a very flustered Lashira Vladonski entered the room quickly, followed by Joseph Van Arsden, who was carrying a gray umbrella, which seemed to have lost its purpose after being flipped inside out. Lashira simply smiled graciously, and said in her typical optimistic tone, "Well, we could be wetter I suppose. Good morning to the two of you." She curtsied to the both of them and shook their hands. Joseph quickly came up, after giving the umbrella to a guard, who offered to take it and give him another as he exited. Joseph, of course, would refuse the new umbrella-he didn't like accepting gifts from those he did not know well. "Good morning Premier, and of course his lovely wife," said Joseph in his typical diplomatic tone. He was thoroughly confused as to why the Premier wanted to meet with him, but figured he'd find out soon enough. After they had exchanged greetings, Boris suggested they go eat a small breakfast. A delicious entree was served, consisting of croissants, pastries, and jellies with a small side of bacon, as well as several beverages.

Later

Laughs were heard in the Blått Hus Lounge as the four discussed the latest news, sports, and even weather. Jokes were made about Lietuv politics, talk was heard about the latest rendezvous. "And you would not believe where we went next," said Lashira, close to giggles talking about a famous actor and current boyfriend, Sakura Bokishu. Ivana was having the time of her life, and took a guess. "Don't tell me it was Jo's Porkwiches!" Lashira looked shocked, and then laughed. "How did you know?!" Ivana doubled over laughing, and said in between her giggles, "That's where Boris took me on our first date!" Joseph and Boris chuckled merrily, and decided it was time to leave the ladies to themselves. Boris led the way to a quiet room down the hall, that consisted of several chairs and large windows, which gleefully showed the raging storm outside. Light jazz was playing in the speakers, though at a very low volume. Boris invited Joseph to sit across from him at a small table, which had several fresh, warm biscuits on it, as well as a glass pitcher of water and cups beside it.

Boris poured himself a glass after he poured some for Joseph. "So, how's life been treating you?" Joseph thought for a moment, and responded. "I suppose fairly well..I do miss the old days, but I think you're doing a fabulous job. I'm glad the SPU decided to merge into your own party, and I was thinking about running for goten, but I suppose that would be a moot point, seeing as it has half the power it used to." Boris proceeded cautiously. "Yes, well, it realy did slow down government, and now things move along much quicker. I doubt everyone agrees with me, but obviously the people don't mind, or I wouldn't be here today." Joseph nodded. "Yes, well, I'm not ashamed to say I was one of those who supported your stay. You've done something for this country that no leader, not even my collegue Adrian Weston, could do..You've brought a sense of unity and stability. That's why I admire your policies. Though I must say that you haven't done a very good job in the tax area..100% is ridiculous.." Boris smiled. He liked someone who wasn't scared to offer his opinions. "I've been working on it...My goal is to reach at least 80%, but I will set a new goal after that, until income tax rates have dropped to a reasonable level. I'm also working very hard to pull the URHP out of communism, but it's harder than I thought it would be. I'm taking it slow though, so as to not upset the economy, which is booming better than ever." Joseph nodded and sighed. "I tried convincing Adrian to move us out of that crap before we got too far into it..He would never listen though. He always had this idea that I was trying to take his attention. Which is ridiculous, because I liked my modest amount of attention, and wanted no more." He then took a sip. "You know, I've been wondering why you've invited me up here. I see reason in getting Lashira up here, for it is very clever of you to crush the opposition by getting it to join you. But me? I see no point." Boris laughed. "Yes, indeed, it's very clever. My wife's idea actually. But you're here to accept or decline a proposition I have for you. You see, I need someone to help me out with leading this country...I remember your popularity very well, and you have all the qualities a leader could ask for in a helping hand. I know that Adrian Weston only allowed you to give half your shine, and I was wondering if you'd like me to give it all." Joseph looked utterly shocked, and flabbergasted. He took a slow sip of water, watching the rain pour onto the streets below, obviously thinking very hard. "Hmmm....Well, I really wasn't expecting this. But I suppose I won't lie, I have fancied the idea. I've actually seriously thought about it, but I never imagined I'd get to take a stab at it. First I'd like to thank you, and I accept graciously." Boris grinned. "Excellent. Your inauguration date is set for July 5. My wife will be asking Lashira about becoming a member of the Premier Council, after taking the position of Minister of Defense. I daresay that Ivana will convince her."

The day, though stormy, was a very bright one for them all, and the URHP seemed to be propelling quickly.

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The bright blue skies of the July morning in Hvittsted were clear and clean. Millions began waking to the rise of the sun. All over the city, noise was increasing and people were stirring. Hvittsted had changed much in the past year since Boris Kasparov was chosen to be Premier of the URHP. It was different from the socialist, generally quiet city that existed a decade ago under Adrian Weston. A bustling metropolis, filled with millions of scurrying citizens, and hi-rises erupting along the coast, Hvittsted was turning into a city known for more than its history. It was truly ironic, that while people suffered a loss in political freedom, they felt more free than they ever had. The government and society of the URHP were becoming more and more pro-business, though a majority still feared capitalism, and favored the government controlling it all. Unless, of course, it was a foreign business that took shop in the country.

Boris Kasparov worked hard to make his people content, and he did it well. He struggled to tackle poverty by expanding business, though also kept the welfare budget large enough to handle those that would need it. He introduced the mindset that, in his opinion, was extremely valuable in moving towards capitalism. He taught that people should try to help themselves, and if they failed, the government would be there for them. He preached that independence and self-improvement were key to creating a near-utopian society.

The building housing the Getczechen had obviously become less important. The amount of pedestrian traffic in and out and declined dramatically over the past year, as its purpose dwindled. Though gotens are still elected from provinces across the URHP, their power has taken a nosedive. The Premier still uses it to pass laws, but has full authority to override their decisions without having to clear it first.

Political freedoms in the URHP have not completely vanished, for political parties still speak out strongly against one another, though the number of protests a group may have within a month's period has been limited severely. There are also strict laws on how long a demonstration may last, and how large they may be. Currently, a demonstration of 100,000 (the set limit) may only last for a period of five hours.

Despite these restrictions, the tax cuts and general increase in personal freedom have made Lietuvs happy, and Boris Kasparov still faces an 83% approval rating, which has steadily climbed in the past six months. In general, the situation in the URHP has improved since Kasparov took office, and Hvittsted University reports that the economy has boomed due to the policies of the Premier.

Itarildë was not pleased at all at the latest direction that Kasparov was secretly taking. She knew the calls that were leaving his office, and was well aware of the fact that he was receiving calls from secret organizations of dark history for the past two months. Her fear had been growing more and more as she closely watched the Premier's behavior. She had wept inside many a night as she saw him change from the benevolent, loving, gentle father and husband to a ruthless, cunning, and sinister politician. She had thought for long if he had always been this way, and was only now allowing the book of his deepest desires and intentions to be opened. Itarildë, his personal advisor and an elf of a strong background, had hair of a beautiful silver that glimmered in the moonlight. Her sapphire eyes were always filled with sadness and foreboding, and she was usually quiet and soft. Lately the signs of fear began showing, and she often avoided speaking to anyone, even the Premier who she had learned to converse with on a small scale. Her feet moved slowly down the halls of the Blått Hus as she pondered this latest trouble. For it was only last night that she heard the Premier speaking on the phone as she silently passed his office, speaking in a tongue which she had only heard once in her life when she was a very small child, and her family was forced to flee to Lietuveska. It was the Black Speech, and it was beyond her how Kasparov had ever learned the ancient language of the servants of Sauron, which she believed had been completely forgotten by this time. However, she knew it meant only one thing--Kasparov was conversing with orcs, and she didn't know why or how. She did know that it was bad news, and she began considering calling for outside help. Itarildë knew that if orcs were being welcomed into the URHP, it would not be long before Kasparov began a reign of terror, or even worse, that he was overthrown by the orcs. She had looked upon General Dínendal with growing suspicion, for she knew he was not an elf of Good. He was filled with sinister thoughts and plots of evil, his piercing eyes of hazel burned a venomous hatred of all things Good, and she feared him as well.

Little did she know that in the mountainous region of the north, Kasparov and Dínendal were building massive fortifications and towers of black, and the construction of a massive army of orcs was soon to be under way. Within months, the removal of Elven presence in Lietuv government would be complete, and slowly Kasparov would introduce orcs into government, and then as his plan neared completion, he would sweep his massive army upon villages in the URHP, and rid the nation of its Elven presence. Orcs would take their place, and any humans that would protest his intentions would die. They too would be replaced by the black hearts of an evil race. His time was short, and his plans bold. He had been considering contacting the Imperium of Melkor, though that would be a risky step to take so early in his plans. Either way, the future of the URHP was to be very different, and Kasparov wanted to make it a powerful force in the field of Darkness.