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Shelbin International Airport, Shelbin, Jarridia

President Anthony Raymond Wittrock walked off the plane with three Canadan National Security Taskforce (CNSTF) Agents for personal body guards at the airport, the Jarridian national press and broadcasting coporation began to take pictures and video since the United States of Canada signed onto the West Wood Alliance

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Shelbin, Jarridia: Presidential Palace
Press Conference

Jarrod stood behind the podium, cameras flashed around him and the bright lights gleamed down on him.

"I will now take a few questions," said Jarrod as he shuffled the papers on the podium.

"How is Jarridia supporting the security of Adullam, and are we holding suspicions of Generic Empire?"

"We will do all we can in accordance to WWA regulations, and as Utcheer instructs. We will help Adullam in rebuilding after this horrific war, and insure that they get a foothold for themselves. As for Generic Empire, we always hold suspicions of former enemies, but we hope to continue in peace with them and the other nations in CAD."

"What are President Wittrock of Canada's plans in Jarridia, and why is he here?"

"President Wittrock is here on leave after his family was found murdered. He is trying to recopperate from a massive trauma, and I have agreed to let him have his time within our borders. He has been a good friend, and Jarridians respect him greatly. I hope that you will give him his space as he tours Jarridia. As for his plans, I'm not sure what they are, but it will begin in Shelbin. This will only help increase the bonds between nations in the Westwood Alliance," replied Jarrod with a nod, "that is all. Have a great day."

Jarrod walked off the podium as the reporters shouted at him.

President Wittrock...our nation is open to you. Feel free to do as you like, you now recieve diplomatic immunity.

Shelbin International Airport, Shelbin, Jarridia

President Wittrock came to the baggage claim while one of the CNSTF Agents moved over to pick up the President's luggage. The President and the other two, left the baggage claim and went through customs quickly as a press team was waiting for him, where a podium was.

The President freely walked passed it as a young female reporter shouted, "Mister President of the United States of Canada. Can we speak to you of your State visit?"

The President shrugged his shoulders and looked over to one of the agents, "What do you think?"

"Its your trip, Mister President."

President Wittrock walked to the podium as both agents stood in front of the podium, the other came standing behind watching his luggage and the President's rear at the same time, "I'll only be accepting two questions."

"Mister President, what activities will you being doing during your State visit in our nation?"

"What any Head of State would do when they visit another country. Visit their head of state for dinner and go for a nation tour. I am here for more personal reasons."

"Thank you, President Wittrock. Now what do you want to accomplish here?"

The President found it hard to speak, "Nothing specifically."

"This is your - "

"What did I say? Only two questions. See you later."

The CNSTF Agents made a three metre gap as he walked through, Airport Security Authorities helped out by the time they exit the airport a rather large group of Jarridian Secret Service agents were all over.

Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

The true Head of State of the United States of Canada sat in office waiting for President Branam to debrief him on the current situation in his country, originally he came here on holidays.

He had evaded death of the dropping of a nuclear bomb from the terrorist group, Angelic Freedom. As well a coup that overthrew him without a fighting chance. The United States was now a dome of Neo-Fascism and at war with its neighbour, The Canadian Union.

President Wittrock stood to his feet with a smile as Branam entered the office, "Hello, Mister President."

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Jarrod took Wittrock's hand and shook it firmly.

"Hello. So nice of you to join me on this lovely day. How are you old friend?"

Jarrod sat down at the table, across from Wittrock. He motioned his secretary to bring them both a glass of fine Jarridian Red Wine.

President Wittrock smiled as the Secretary placed glasses in front of them as she poured them glasses, "Thank you miss."

The Secretary smiled at the Canadan Head of State and placed the bottle on the table for them, "Gentleman, enjoy your wine."

The Secretary left the room and President Wittrock cleared his throat, "Jarridian Red Wine? What is the occasion?"

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Jarrod smiled at Wittrock, "This is a special occassion. Democracy has been restored and preserved in Jarridia. The WWA is at peace. Our economies are doing well, and we have much to discuss."

Jarrod took a sip of wine and placed the glass back on the table.

"I have heard of the great tragedy in Canada. Please do tell me of what you know."

"On the current political matters the people are currently being opressed by a Neo-Fascist government after a horrific attack on the nation's capital by Angelic Freedom. Wiping out my entire Administration. The nation is currently at a state of war with our neighbour to the east, The Canadian Union."

President Wittrock took a sip of his wine, "Now the question is. Do you know anything regarding this matter? Have they sent any request to have me deported or wish to keep me in exile?"

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"Yes my friend. We have recieved word. They wish to have you sent to Canada, for what purpose I know not of. However, I rejected this request, and much to my discretion, the Fascist leaders were not too happy about it. Jarridia has stood firm to not give in to outside forces, and we will continue to deny your deportation from Jarridia. You are safe here."

Jarrod smiled and took another sip of the wine.

"It is good to know that I am still friends with the Jarridian people. This trip all started to get away from my work to think as well have time for remembrance of my wife and daughter. In the end, I am here waiting for Democracy to return to the United States of Canada."

Jarrod stood up and walked out onto the balcony, it was dark out and the busy streets of Shelbin were still full of people and cars going about there business. He looked back at Wittrock and said, "I do fear though, that the fascist leader will no longer accept our rejections. I fear that a war may be brewing between the Canadan and Jarridian people. Not only because of our resistance to giving them what they want, but also because of the differences in our governments."

Wittrock followed behind Branam and nodded his head, "Hopefully that'll not be the case. I know the Jarridian Government and people care for my personal safety and protection. Though, I think it is in good interest for you to hand me over to their authorities. I do not want Jarridia to suffer anymore pain. I'll be more then welcome to take the pain. Then your own."

Jarrod sighed, "We shall not falter in our quest to restore democracy to Canada. If that means waging a war against the military of the country you love, then so be it, but we must not surrender to dictators."

Wittrock took a deep breath, "I do not think military action will restore democracy. The Canadan people may see the Jarridian army as their liberators. I think this would be for the best if we sneak Jarridian Intelligence Officials into the country to do espionage, sabotage and assassinations."

Hey Canada....do you want to continue this by altering whats happened or what?

Sure. Let's continue, let's just have it that the war is still going on between the Neo-Fascist Union of Canada and the Canadian Union. This will sort of explain more about the relationship between the cousin of the Jarridian President and President Wittrock.

Jarrod looked over at Wittrock, "Do you think Canada will be able to survive this civil war? Not many nations can last through such tough times."

"The Canadian people are strong. After the split four years ago, they can go through a war to fight in what they believe in. "

Jarrod smiled at Wittrock's response, "Well I certainly hope so."

Suddenly Jarrod's secretary entered the office, "Mr. President, dinner is served" she said as she curtsied gracefully.

Jarrod glanced at his watch then at Wittrock, "So it is time for dinner, I do hope you will join me, and we can further discuss diplomatic matters."

President Wittrock nodded his head as he put his arms to his sides when he had them crossed when he was speaking with Jarrod, "Alright, Jarrod. Dinner sounds good. Haven't eaten since lunch.."

Feeling his stomach to make President Branam laugh at his hand gestures.

Jarrod gave a slight chuckle as they headed out the room. The secretary led them down the hall and through two double doors, awaiting them was a long table full of food. "I hope you don't mind," replied Jarrod, "but I had them plan quite a feast upon your arrival in Jarridia."

Jarrod took his place at the table, and motioned for Wittrock to sit. "I do hope you find something you like," Jarrod looked at the secretary, "please bring us another glass of wine, I do believe we could use another." Jarrod gave a smile and began to help his plate.

President Wittrock placed varieties of foods that the Jarrdian Presidential Cook prepared for the two World Leaders, "I am so glad that our people have came to bind together. Only in our two countries you can see, a Jarridian in a Canadian President's Administration and I hope some day the same will be with Jarridia."

Jarrod took a bite of food, then swallowed it, "Most certainly they will. We have a number of Canadans working for the government and we hope that many more will come. Our countries have molded together nicely, and we shall always be in peace."

President Wittrock was on his fourth fork full of food, placing it into his mouth as he chewed it up then swallowed, taking the glass of Jarridian brandy from the table, "To our everlasting friendship between us and our people!"

Jarrod raised his glass as well, "Yes...to our friendship!" Jarrod took a drink then another bite of food. "My good friend, you have never mentioned the history of your life, I would rather enjoy knowing where my friend comes from."

President Wittrock smiled as he held the wine glass in hand as he spoke, "I was born in the city of Vancouver, before the split of my country in 1965. At the age of seventeen, I joined the Canadian Army. Being placed into the Officer Training program. I resigned in the late eighties. There I studies Political Science, recieved a Masters then a Doctorate in International Relations in Middle Eastern Affairs. After that, I ran for Politics. The first time I was unsuccesful, the second was good. Then the third, I was elected into office and had the country split into two for the better. And the West has been stronger ever since. What about you, good friend?" Taking a sip of the brandy.

Jarrod had a twinkle in his eye as he reminisced about the past, "I was born in a small town in East Jarridia called Corsicana. There I grew up, went to school. My parents got a divorce when I was 8, and times were hard. I worked hard during high school, not only to get good grades, but also to make money. Upon graduation I went to a two year college in Corvica known as the University of Eastern Jarridia. At age 20 I joined the Jarridian Military for my mandatory 2 year involvement, then I had enough money to go to my alma mater. I had dreamed of going to the University of Austin my entire life, and I loved the city itself. There I got a Major in Public Administration and later a Doctorate in Urban and Regional Planning. I worked in Austin, and other Jarridian cities as a city planner, before making ym move into politics. I am quite charismatic, as you can tell, and after being governor of my home state, I ran for President and won and I am now on my 3rd term."

"Seems like we both have accomplished a lot in our life times, Mister Branam What is the iternary you have planned for my States Visit so we can make a comparison?"

"It is quite up to you. WOuld you rather rest first, or take a tour around Jarridia?"

"Let's have a good nights sleep. Then tour around the capital of Shelbin. Then I would see various locations around Jarridia and maybe even speak if allowed to in public settings. Also see the Canadian servicemen and women at Fort Brownsville. There, see how good the Jarridian skiing is like?"

"Yes Anthony, let us have a good nights rest then we shall travel. The skiing here is the best, I can promise you that."

"I'll be the judge of that. You haven't done any skiing in my country have you?" As he stood from his table in a friendly way, "I so far have enjoyed my stay here in Jarridia."

"No need to be jealous of our ski facilities, Anthony, I'm sure you can improve yours once you head back" Jarrod said with a wink.

"Apparently Whistler has been rated the best service and larget ski resort in the world. By the way my friend, thats in the good Federal Republic of Canada. Well see you in the morning." Wittrock sat up from the table as he had finished his dinner, "The feast was superb, Jarrod. You make one great fine host. I should have you plan my parties..."

"Thank you for your kind words. It is a delight to have you in my palace. We shall retire, but I have a few things to finish. Do sleep will Anthony, and I will see you at Breakfast, promptly at 8:00 a.m."

"You too, Jarrod."

Anthony Wittrock is escorted by a VIP Escort as they show them to his state bedroom for the evening, it was nice not having to sleep in one of those hotels.

The morning had finally arrived, and around 6 a.m. Jarrod awoke and went outside for his morning walk in the garden, and to read the paper and drink a hot cup of coffee. He had already made the plans for his Canadan friend for his journey through Jarridia, and he had hoped that Anthony was well rested, because for the next week, it would be a hectic journey, but then the next week Anthony would be given rest in Jarrod's mountain home, deep within the Greater Jarridian Mountains.

At around 7:30 a.m., Jarrod sent word for his cooks to prepare a well rounded breakfast for himself, and his guest.

President Anthony Wittrock woke up as he showered an dressed casually, he left his room to look around for Jarrod, seeing him in the kitchen, "You cook your own meals?"

"HAH! Not quite, but I do enjoy getting in the kitchen on occassion. It's quite exhilirating to cook. Did you sleep well?"

"The sleep was alright, Jarrod."

"Excellent! Now sit and eat, and we shall begin our day of activities"

"What is on the list of activities?"

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