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A white-washed street of houses stood before Vice President Pierre Copeland, who had just been appointed as Diplomacy Minister. He turned around and grinned at a grisly, tanned man standing behind him.

“You did an excellent job of getting it done quickly,” complimented Vice President Copeland. “Refitting the homes, I mean.”

“Thank you, sir,” replied the man. “I’m sorry sir, but why did you force the people who lived here out of their homes?”

“This is the new Diplomatic District. Diplomats and ambassadors will be able to lodge here. Oh, I see my new secretary has arrived.”

The Vice President left the man and walked over to a car, whose window rolled down to reveal a young woman. “Good afternoon. You are my new secretary, I presume?”

“Yes,” the woman replied. “I’m Cynthia Clarke, from the party convention?”

“Oh yes, I remember you. Well, let us get down to business. The President wants me to get the attention of our neighbors-” He handed her an opened envelope. She took out a piece of paper and began to read it. “-These are what I want you to send out to various representatives of other nations that might be willing to start friendly relations and trade with us. Make sure everyone on the President’s list gets this.”

As she was listening, Cynthia continued to scan the letter. It read:
To:
From: Pierre Copeland, Diplomacy Minister of the People’s Democratic Republic of Chitzeland

Your diplomats are welcome in Chitzeland. Due to a recent change in policy, we have opened our ports and airports to the rest of the world. I hope that this letter is the start of peaceful relations between our two nations.
“I’ll do my best, sir,” Cynthia said.

“Thank you, if you need me, you have my number. You are dismissed.”

And with that, the Vice President turned around and continued talking with the other man. The window rolled up and the car went down the tranquil street.

(OOC: Even though I said there was a list, just post here if you are interested in trade and/or diplomatic relations. This thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=434315) details some recent occurrences in Chitzeland, if you are interested. Also post any questions you have. Thanks)

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The Commandante is interested in trading with Chitzeland. Is there anything that the Chitzeland is in deficit of, that they might be able to purchase from Peolpleita?

The Democratic Republic of Fatus Maximus is interested in opening diplomatic relations with Chitzeland. We would like to form an alliance between our two nations, as well as exchange embassies with you. We're extend our condolences for the loss of President Copeland, who from what we have heard was an excellent leader.

Greetings from the Minister of Trade,

We have recently opened our own borders to trade with other nations. Our main exports include raw mineral ore, a variety of edible folliage, and that plant of life, marijuana. We export the most choice marijuana, which has undergone a strict series of checks and endorsements by my ministry.

We hope to create a lasting and binding trade relationship.

(OOC: I had big long responses to these posts, but then lost them. I'll retype them and post them soon.)

lol :p

(OOC: Thanks for the replies :))

Official Transmission
To: Commandante of Peopleita
From: Antoine Ignatius, Trade Minister

Thank you for your interest in our growing economy. We will soon need a stable supplier of oil, and if you have any surplus oil then we are interested in trading with you. Our small oil reserves are almost drained. In exchange for this oil, we can offer you livestock, fresh water, electricity, and various mineral resources. Our other industries are privately owned, and a new law forbids them to interact with other nations.

Thank you again for your interest. You may contact me any time you wish.


Official Transmission
To: Fatus Maximus
From: Pierre Copeland, Diplomacy Minister

Greetings, I think my father, the President, will be interested in your alliance proposal. I sure am. We just want to know the details of it. Will we be required in all wars or only defensive wars? Either way, we will most likely accept your proposal.

On the subject of embassies, our cabinet is still working to get out an embassy policy. Once we have drawn one up, you will be the first to know. It should be out soon.

I appreciate your feelings on my grandfather. He was indeed a great leader.

I await your response.


Official Transmission
To: Minister of Trade of Great White Cognac
From: Antoine Ignatius, Trade Minister

Thank you for your interest. Unfortunately, all of the industries that would be interested in your primary exports are temporarily barred from trading with you. We are, however, in need of a supplier of oil. If you have oil reserves and are willing to trade with us, then we can promise you electricity, livestock, mineral resources, and water in return. We have a large surplus of the aforementioned industries and can be a consistent provider of them.

We are willing to work with you in future endeavors. Thank you again for your interest. You may contact me any time you wish.

OOC: Hmm, you need any uranium for nuclear plants or nukes? or how about some cars or weapons?

OOC: Thanks, but we dont need any of those things. We have no plans for nuclear weapons or power plants, we have enough weapons, and we do not want to open up our automobile trade to other nations yet.

OOC: Thanks, but we dont need any of those things. We have no plans for nuclear weapons or power plants, we have enough weapons, and we do not want to open up our automobile trade to other nations yet.
OOC: Ah, ok, well, that's all I can offer, though if you ever get attack by bigger nations just TG me, I'd be happy to help...

Official Transmission
To: Fatus Maximus
From: Pierre Copeland, Diplomacy Minister

Greetings, I think my father, the President, will be interested in your alliance proposal. I sure am. We just want to know the details of it. Will we be required in all wars or only defensive wars? Either way, we will most likely accept your proposal.

On the subject of embassies, our cabinet is still working to get out an embassy policy. Once we have drawn one up, you will be the first to know. It should be out soon.

I appreciate your feelings on my grandfather. He was indeed a great leader.

I await your response.


We were thinking along the lines of defensive wars only. You can find all the information you need on Fatus Maximus in The Fatus Maximus World Factbook (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=430187). We look forward to building a strong friendship with the people of Chitzeland.

OOC:

Do not mind me....I decided to do a random forum read...

Silver Sky...I live in Lincoln....its cool too see another Nebraskan ^_^...

Any chance I could do a small role in here? I'm boored...

The only person in the cabinet hall on Friday morning was Sam, a pretty woman in a white skirt and blouse with long black hair. She stood stoically facing tall, gold embroidered double doors on the north wall of the hall. Light from tall windows reflected off of the gold leaf on the doors and on to the white marble floor. The only obstruction in the room was a long, white marble table. The table had three chairs on each of its shorter north and south sides. The middle chair on the north side, closest to the double doors, was taller than the rest and had several golden designs on it, giving the impression of a throne. The long east and west sides of the tables contained thirty chairs, each neatly pushed up to the table. On the west side of the room were another set of double doors that were of regular size and plain design.

Suddenly, the northern doors burst open, revealing two men in grey trench coats and military caps, each pushing one of the tall doors away from the doorway and then coming to rest on either side of it. Sam put on a very forced smile as she watched a tall gaunt figure emerge from the doors.

The man was wearing a black trench coat, his chest covered in military badges and medals. On this morning, he had chosen to wear a black beret on his head.

“Good morning, President Copeland. I trust that you had a wonderful breakfast?” inquired Sam.

The two men in grey trench coats rushed forward, overtaking the President in his journey to the throne resembling chair. As they lifted the chair and moved it back for Leonard Copeland to sit in, Sam noticed several subtle bulges in their uniforms, which she knew contained several concealed weapons.

As all this was going on, a fat, stocky man entered through the northern doors. He had a hurried air about him, and was staring at the ground as he walked up to the chair to the right of the President’s. The guards lifted it out for him to sit in just as they had done for the President.

“My breakfast was great, as usual, Sam,” said Leonard Copeland in a tired, uneasy tone. The man to his left looked away.

“And how are you, Vice President?” asked Sam to the man to the President’s left, happy as ever. As she was saying this, she took a tray full of cigars from the center of the table.

“I’m fine,” Pierre Copeland muttered without moving his head to look at her.

Sam brought the tray of cigars to the President. He took a lighter from a pocket in his trench coat, but examined the cigar for a moment before lighting up. The cigar was then shoved between the President’s sagging jowls. Pierre reached over and took a cigar for himself.

The west doors opened, and a young looking woman emerged. She had a serious look on her face, but smiled when she approached the table. She stopped at the side of the table, but the President motioned for her to come to the end and sit to his right.

“Good morning, I you are the new Transportation Minister, I suppose?” asked the President.

“Yes,” said the woman. “My name is Eliza Flechette.”

“I am very glad you came, Miss Flechette,” said Leonard Copeland. “Do you have anything to say to our new cabinet member, Pierre?”

Pierre relaxed his posture and glanced over to Eliza Flechette, his eyes briefly crossing over those of his father before landing on her. “Glad to have you aboard.”

Sam closed the western doors, but only seconds later they opened, revealing a stately looking man who appeared in his forties.

“Ah, yes. Good evening Antoine. To my right here is our newest member, Miss Flechette,” said the President.

Antoine Ignatius did a quick wave to the President, walking up the table, stopped to shake Eliza’s hand, and winded around to take seat at the first available chair on the east side of the table just as another man emerged from the western doors.

This time it was a short, bald man in a business suit. His black tie swept through the air briefly as he swung around to close the western doors. He had bushy eyebrows and a large, bald crown; the only hair existed in the form of a white tuft above each ear.

“Hey, hey!” the man exclaimed.

“It’s great to see you, chairman. Please take a seat,” said the President. The chairman settled next to Ignatius. “Well, I’m not sure whether Travis or Osvaldo will be showing up today, so this may be everyone.”

“No, they’re here,” chimed in Sam.

She was quickly proven correct by raucous laughter and loud talking coming from behind the western doors. Suddenly, they burst open, and two men walked in.

“-you should have seen it!” said one of the men to the other. The man who had just spoken wore a decorated black trench coat and a black beret remarkably similar to the one worn by the President. He looked to be in his late twenties. The other one wore a decorated grayish-blue trench coat and a similarly colored admiral’s cap. He had the worn look of an old statue and was below average in height.

The one in the black trench coat raised his arm and motioned with a flick of his wrist to the two guards that had helped settle people in their chairs. They promptly left through the northern doors, each closing one behind them.

The two men then pull out two chairs on the side of the table to the left of the President with an annoying scraping sound, the Admiral sitting closest.

President Copeland cleared his throat and said, “Excellent. Eliza, this is Osvaldo Garibaldi,-” he motioned towards the man in the black trench coat with his hand, “-the highest ranking officer in the Chitzi Army, and this other man is Travis Lavergne, the Admiral of the esteemed High Seas Fleet. Both very good friends of mine.”

The President took the cigar tray and it was passed around the table. Each man took one and lit it.

“Sam, get some champagne for the lady,” commanded the President.

“No, I’m fine, thank you,” corrected Eliza.

The President gave a grin. “Now, let us begin.”

Pierre Copeland took a manila folder out from behind his coat and placed it on the table. “I know we are here to discuss embassies,” he said. “This is a transmission I received from a Fatus Maxian diplomat. He has agreed to an alliance. Details are within. I believe that this makes it even more urgent to get a diplomacy policy on the table today.”

“Pierre, I am impressed that you actually managed to garner the interest of their diplomats. It is unlike you to succeed,” said Leonard Copeland. The three men at the table in military uniforms gave out hearty laughs. The others smiled uneasily with the exception of Pierre, who took his cigar out of his mouth and laid the arm down on the table, staring at it.

After the laughter died down, Pierre said, “Well, as Diplomacy Minister, I believe-”

“Quit being an attention whore,” remarked Garibaldi. Pierre remained silent, and then looked over at his father, expecting him to say something. When he did not, he said, “Well it is my job. Anyway…”

The meeting continued, basic policies were laid out, and the system finally began to take shape. There were several more verbal skirmishes between Osvaldo, Travis, and Pierre along the way. At one point, Pierre stood up from his chair in anger, but was seated again by a command from his father.

Finally it was finished.

“Well, gentlemen. And lady,” the President added quickly, smiling at Eliza, “great work on helping me with this. Meeting adjourned.”


(OOC: This is my new embassy exchange page. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=434713) Also, I am still up for discussing trade and diplomatic relations with anyone who wants to post here.)