NationStates Jolt Archive

Comrade Illianov stirred in his sleep, a red rusty alarm clock suddenly rang shrill amidst his dreams, he sat up with a start, and looked at the calendar on his bedside table… it was circled in red ink, that meant one thing, he chuckled to himself and smiled. He heaved himself out of his bed and went over to the wardrobe and flung the doors open, they squealed. He sighed and took out his Military dress uniform, he brushed it down slightly before putting it on, and he admired himself in the mirror.
Illianov then padded his way back over to his bed and picked up his badge and Pipe.
After filling his old battered ceramic pipe and lit it.
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he took a few puffs of smoke and watched it drift slowly up to the nicotine stained roof.
I’ve been smoking this for to bloody long… He mused.

He put on his leather boots and then clomped his way over to the window, he yanked the curtain aside and stared out onto the beautiful city of Warsaw, he could hear a band faintly playing a tune he was bound to hear later at the parade, he smiled again.

He turned and walked out from his room and down the ornate marble staircase, he looked around him, various flags and banners of Poland had been draped around the place including pictures of him, he sniffed the air around him and could smell all the wonderful things the cooks were slaving hard away at down in the kitchens, he should give them a present after all the trouble they had gone to, perhaps a bonus or a statue?
He continued thinking as he wandered into the dining hall; he sat at a small plain table in one of the corners, that was laid out for him and his breakfast during “Red Day” the great patriotic occasion, he finished his small loaf of black bread and sausage before taking a small sip of tea, he smiled before retiring to the sitting room and waiting for his guests to arrive..


Ooc: if you want to join in TG me

Che Guevera stepped off the plane. Ah, Poland. The birthplace of his mother, bless her soul. He got into the car, and drove into Warsaw. There he got off at the state home.

wow.. if only we had such culture in Hogsweat..

The courier took his bags inside and Che admired the beutiful building.

The smoke was still rising towards the ceiling, he heard a car grind it's way up the gravel drive, he turned and there was his favourite nephew, che... he rapped on the window to get his attention.... Che looked up, smiled and waved, Illianov beckoned him inside

Guevera burst open the doors.

"Illianov you old dog!"

He shouted jokedly.

The First Minster of Red Wales, Comrade Rennie arrived by plane, he stepped off the plane and quickly entered an armoured car, he was under a lot of stress lately, due to the recent kidnapping of his son, which of since was resovled, and all the capitalist activity in Red Wales, it had also made him very paraniod. He arrived at the home of Comrade Illianov, go out of the car and knocked upon the door, awaiting to be invited in

"che, my god how big you've gotten! And now your running Hogsweat"

He embraced Che like a son

"Sit sit! Tell me how's my sister? And of course your country!

The door creaked open and in walked a girl
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"I'm so incredibly sorry to bother you great comrade Illianov, but i need you to sign these reports
She walked across to Illianov and bent down close to his ear, whispered something, before leaving a couple of brown envelopes next to him, she left, shutting the door behind her.

"Haha yes... Your Sister...she is fine, but not coping well with my fathers death."

The girl walks in and hands Illianov the papers

"Jesus. Who the hell was that?"

Before Illianov could answer, a rap came harshly at the door.

The door opened on Rennie, a man in a plain Polish uniform looked him up and down, looked at the car outside and then invited him in...
"I'm sorry but you cannot see Comrade Illianov yet, he is talking to his Nephew Che...They'll be done soon

"I must congratulate you uncle, you have such great culture here... We have none of it over at Hogsweat"

The aide stuck his head round the door.
"sorry for another interuption, but the leader of red wales is here"
"Ok tell him to wait in the study, we''ll go in there for a drink soon"
The aide withdrew.

"She's the daughter of my defense minister, comrade breshlev, her name is Tatiana Breshlev, she's been working for me at the request of her father, ah i see my little nephew has an eye on someone?"

Illianov Chuckled, and set back into his chair smoking

"Always the funny one werent you uncle? Anyway, lets see this rennie fellow"

Misnter Rennie, entered the Study and took a seat, feeling a little annoyed that he was told to wait, however he would let it pass

Illianov led his Nephew down one of the corridor's He pushed open the still ajar door and saw a bald fat man in a suit, this he assumed was "Comrade Rennie"

"Comrade Rennie I presume? I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, little family reunion"
He patted Che on the shoulder, before walking over to a large cabinet.
"what's your poisons then comrades?"
Illianov grinned as he opened the old oak cabinet.

Strong, Whiskey

Guevera nodded at "Comrade Rennie", an smiled.

As the car pulled up the stone drive, Ivan Polyakov, Premier of British Communists looked up. He walked up the stairs to the front door of the great building and knocked twice...

Stepping off the plane, Gehenna took her first look at CommunistPoland, as her security detail guided her swiftly to the awaiting car, that was parked yards away from the foot of the steps. She had been formally invited to attend the Red Celebrations, and as a chance to further international relations had decided to accept the offer, as well as a good reason to spend some time away from the general trials and tribulations back in Tartarus.

She turned to the man walking along side her, and smiled, feeling pleased that he had agreed to accompany her. She knew that he was making an effort to fit into her life, not easy for him considering the way he normally shied away from drawing attention to himself. Yet although this was an official visit, they would be able to disappear into the background, as the celebrations were the main focus of the trip.

Slipping into the car, Gehenna ran her hand over her skirt, and turned to watch as her companion took the seat beside her, talking hold of his hand as soon as they were both settled. “I’m so pleased you are here.” She smiled, then turned her head to face out of the window, watching as the sights of CommunistPoland rolled past.

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Finally reaching their destination, Gehenna and Lord Daniels exited the car, and were ushered through the building, until they arrived in a reception room, laid out with refreshments. Standing beside the table, she picked up a glass and took a little sip, her mouth dry from the journey. She surveyed the room they were in, as a man walked up and introduced himself, then informed them that their host would be along shortly.

Comrade Illianov gulped down his own shot of Vodka in an instant, he glanced at his watch....
"Goodness me, one of my special guests was supposed to have arrived, non communists you know... trying to further relations..."
He kept trailing off as he marched his way down the hall, he turned into the reception area and smiled...
"Lady Gehenna and Lord Daniels I presume? Pleasure to meet you both, your quite early you know... not all of my guests have arrived... but all i can say is make yourself at home, I have arranged the best room in the house for you both to stay in, the former Tzar's suite, the amber room. I take it you had a pleasant trip here?"

OOC- TAG. I'll make a post tommorow.

Guevera crossed his legs.
Oh goody goody. It will be a change to meet some capitalist pigdogs.

Rennie nodded "Comrade Guevera, Comrade Illianov, Lady Gehenna and Lord Daniels" he said not looking at the Lady and Lords when he said their names

Comrade Azhanov enters the room in a hurry

But before he gets to his seat, he does a 360 flip over the chair that is standing close to the wall.

" Oh my F....ing God"

He looks up, everyone is staring at him. Everyone starts laughing at the event, and Mr. Azhanov enters the conversation. It is the first time he is meeting these lads, and not the best entrance you could ever wish.

Lord Daniels broke off from surveying the room when he heard his name, abandoning his threat assessment of the situation. His voice contained the merest hint of amusement. “The correct form of address for Her Majesty is Your Highness, or Empress. Comrade Empress will suffice.” His space black eyes laughed silently at the thought. “You may call me Comrade Daniels, and no offense will be taken.”

Gehenna smiled at the men before her, her eyes lingering on Minister Rennie, the fact that he could not meet her eye was most obvious to her. She filed the information in the back of her mind for later perusal. “Comrade Illianov,” She extended her hand to his. “It is a pleasure to be invited to your glorious nation. Lord Daniels and I were delighted to be able to accept your invitation.”

She let her eyes move once again over the assembled guests. “This is the first time that I have had the pleasure of meeting you all, I hope that out of this celebration comes great things.” She caught the eye of Balion, and raised her eyebrow.

Waiting until Illianov had shaken the Empress’ hand, Daniels also extended his hand, gloved in black leather. He was dressed in solid, formal black, the exact same shade as his eyes and hair. “Yes, we were delighted by the invitation. Her Majesty and I are seldom able to take even short breaks from our duties.”

He caught Gehenna’s eye in return and a millimetric smile brightened his features, carrying a silent promise to behave better, but also conveying the information that he would suffer no foolishness. But only to her, and only because his lover knew him so well.

Turning her attention to the other men present, she offered her hand to both in greeting, the smile that she gave them highlighted her face. “Comrade Guevera, Minister Rennie, it is also a pleasure.” She faced her host again. “I am looking forward to witnessing this Red Celebration. Perhaps you can explain what we can expect to see?”


[ooc: Written with Ainulindalion's player]

Illianov laughed, it boomed around the rather spacious hall.

"I am very sorry i didn't call you by your proper title Empress, ah the parade? Well there are actually two parades, one in the morning full of beautiful floats celebrating the culture of Communistpoland, which is quite rich, this is also linked with a little play done by some school children, the one in the afternoon is more of a military thing, quite boring... if you do not wish to attend and prefer to tour warsaw i can arrange it for you...."

Gehenna smiled, as she gently shook her head. “Please, call me Lady Gehenna, I only use Empress as a formal greeting.” She turned and smiled at Lord Daniels. “Old habits die hard.” She laughed lightly to show that there was no insult taken.

Eyes wandered around the room, until her gaze and attention once more fell on Comrade Illianov. “I would be honoured to attend both parades. Lord Daniels and I will have plenty of time to visit the sights of Warsaw afterwards.” She indicated the room around her, although her gestured was intended for bigger things. “It is not only the more pleasant details of a nation that speaks for it, even the military is worthy of a little time, and it is always a good idea to know what potentially someone can turn on you in times of conflict.”

Illianov smiled.
"If you wish to attend you may attend of course, now then, might aswell start the banquet and enjoy it hadn't we?"

he nodded to an aide who hit a hammer on a cymbol with the CP eagle on it, this called up chefs aswell as the guests who were motioned to sit by Illianov at the large table.

Following the assembled group, Gehenna took her seat at the table, next to Illianov, her eyes following Lord Daniels as he sat himself down. She couldn’t help smiling at him, pleased that he had been willing to join her on the trip, she knew this was a generous decision on his part, one that promoted their togetherness.

Making herself comfortable, she ran her eyes once again over her fellow guests, none of whom seemed to be very big on conversation. She smiled at Illianov. “These parades are to take place tomorrow, I assume?” She did not wait for an answer before continuing. “Perhaps you can tell us a little about CommunistPoland as we dine, it is always nice to be introduced to a nation. Keeps surprises to a minimum.”