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To Head Associate Azuala of the Commonwealth of United Trailer Parks,

I am sorry for the insults and slander I threw at you the other. Calling you a porn star was very rude and slanderous so I wish to make it up and would like to invite you to take a trip to Greston so we can have a diplomatic meeting. We can establish an alliance between our two nations and a trade agreement. I assure you; no one will laugh or make fun of the way you dress. I understand that dressing that way in your nation is a symbol of honor and in Greston we welcome in all customs. I await your reply.

President and Brigader John Batther

John finished writing the 'r' in Batther then folded the paper and placed it into an envelope. He handed the letter to an aid and the aid left the room to mail it. John pressed the intercom and said to his secretary, "Bettsy have a hangar in Easen open for foreign diplomats. Once one is opened have Richard Farers, accompanied by Imperial Guard, meet them and drive them over here."

"Yes sir Mr. President." Said Bettsy in reply and she did what she was told. Half an hour later a private hanger was open for the foreign visitors. Six limos were there also, each had the national seal printed on the sides and front and back of the cars. The cars were parked facing the runway. A line of Imperial Infantry Units stood at ease with their guns at their sides. Two units stood in front of the middle of the line with a Grestonian flag and a Trailer Flag raised. Behind the line of Infantry Richard Farer stood with his hands behind his back. Three Imperial Guards stood behind him, and two stood between each car. A million USDs worth of gold lay in a pile behind the cars as well as caskets of oil that they would give to them when they arrived.

2 days after reading the letter...

To Head Associate Azuala of the Commonwealth of United Trailer Parks,

I am sorry for the insults and slander I threw at you the other. Calling you a porn star was very rude and slanderous so I wish to make it up and would like to invite you to take a trip to Greston so we can have a diplomatic meeting. We can establish an alliance between our two nations and a trade agreement. I assure you; no one will laugh or make fun of the way you dress. I understand that dressing that way in your nation is a symbol of honor and in Greston we welcome in all customs. I await your reply.

President and Brigader John Batther


Azuala looked over the letter over and over again. She was perplexed as to why they would wish to begin a diplomatic relatioship with United Trailer parks. He aids who sat in the room with her sat silently as she pondered how to reply...

Then an aid spoke up...

" Ma'am, perhaps this is an oppertunity for us to establish ourselves within the international community. I undertsand he insulted you, and our nation... but he seems to be willing to make amends for his actions."

Azuala pondered on the words of her aid. And then decided on what to say in her reply...

"Dear John Batther,

We are most please to hear you have decided to make amends for your actions and words concerning our nation and myself. After much talk and pondering on the current relationship our nations have I have found it prudent and nessesary to ensure that our nation can have a better life in co-existance with one another. I will be boarding my aircraft shortly and will be arriving soon.

signed,
Azuala, Head Associate"

After writting the letter she handed it off and took to packing her bags for the meeting. she packed only one Ceremonial dress, the one that was laughed at, and the rest where modest and professional. She packed the esentials and was escorted to her aircraft. AS she boarded she read over the letter once more.

( hours later )

Azuala aircract made its way into Greston Airspace, upon receiving labding instructions the aircraft verd into it runway approach and landed with a little bounce. The tires screeched as her craft slowed and was taxied to the hanger. Azuala was suprised and slightly worried to see Infantry units with weapons awaiting her outside. But she shrugged it off as it was a normal welcome for a forgien leader and walked to the door. As it was opened she stepped out and walked gracefully down the stairs to the honor guard that was awaiting her....

As Azuala walked out of her plane the Honor Guard saluted her and Richard walked foward, hand extended, to greet the diplomat.

"Greetings Madam Azuala, weclome to the Imperial Republic of Greston. I hope you enjoy your stay here."

Richard bowed and signalled her to follow him. He walked to one of the limos and opened the door so she could enter it.

"Go in Ma'am, it is a short drive, but too long to walk."

After she entered the car he closed the door , had an Imperial Guard sit on the front passenger side, and instructed the driver a few things then he entered his own car with two Imperial Guards in it. After everyone was settled the cars drove off to go to the capital building. As they left the Imperial Infantry Units packed the oil and gold onto the plane then marched back over to their base.

" Thank you for your hospitality... I am most graceious for your nations gifts. I will see that they are not swandered. You see as Head Associate I have a say in all actions taken by our government, which inherently includes finances. " said Azuala as she looked out side the window at the sites beofre speaking once more.

" You said you where an Imperial Republic. I am sure it takes a great deal of time to acquire such a national title. Which nations have you taken control of ... just curious you see." she said as she finished looking out the window and started looking at the person who meet her.

"Many portions of nations have been aquired in wars, the only entire nations that we conquered was the nation of Taeshaet, a nation in The Pacific Islands. After less then a week of fighting we took it and it became part of our nation. Now enjoy your drive."

The cars started and they left to get to the Capitol Building. Half an hour later they arrived and Richard opened the car door and moved out of the way saying, "Welcome to Easen, Greston, home of President John Batther and our Capitol Building. In front of you right now is the Greston Gardens. It is a memorial service for all of the soldiers that died protecting Greston from rebels."

Azuala nodded as richardson explained the importance of the gardens she was presented to. She was taken by the beauty of the gardens as she surveyed each plant.

" You garden is beautiful, as is the city. I can tell Mr. John Batther loves his people. your people seem blessed."

Azuala looked back to ensure her bags where being attended to.

"Thank you. Mr. Batther loves his position. It is much better, after having one President who sent secret missions to destroy allies, John has made amends for the destructions our last President made."

At the limos aids where taking Azuala's bags out and placing them onto a cart so they could roll them in. Richard pointed to a statue of a soldier with his gun resting on his side while saluting.

"That is the Monument of Soldiers Lost, it was made for the POWs and Unidentified soldiers lost in wars, that is the reason the soldier has no face. Ah, here we are."

Richard and Azuala finished walking up one last marble step and up to two large doors. A Grestonian flag was next to each side of the door and above the doors the National Motto, 'A mari usque ad mare', was carved into it. Richard opened the door and in front of them were two aids and a hall filled with movement.

Azuala was acustome to seeing a fast paced workplace, her father being Colderon made sure of this.

" Well I hope I didn't cause all this activity within your workers. I'm truely not worthy of such attention. " she said as she walked in dogding people as they moved about their jobs.

" Richardson, If my nation is to establish an embassy , we wish it to be modeled in our tradiational style. I hope this will not be a burden on your nation, having a trailer in the midist of grand structures" she asked looking back at him

Bumpitos

"Ah that would not be a problem ma'am, we are accustomed to seeing odd architech." Richardson pointed at the road that was being constructed for the embassies.

"Right this way ma'am, you can stop at the guest room and go about you way as you like. Jonh Batther's office is in the way way back, so once again nice to meet." said Richardson with a smile while putting his hand out to shake hers. He didn't know much about thier culture but thought it would okay and not considered a bad thing, but weirder things have happened.

Azuala met his hand with hers and touched it lightly, letting her soft skin talk for her in terms of her gratitude for his help and hospitality. After shaking his hand she took to her room where she took her bags and took out her cloths for the next couple of days and placed them in the draws of the wardorbe.

She looked around the room and admired the art that was in it, she was a lover of art and cutlure and took every moment possible to take it in and learn from it.

Azuala was one who didn't like to stay in one place to long and she soon took to walking the building she was staying. It was a large building bigger then she was used to in most cases. During her walk she came upon some stairs which had a beautiful stained glass window about half way up and she decided to see wher it lead. As she walked up she let the light of the window shine on her skin and hair, she wanted to experience as much as possible wghile she stayed...

John Batther was walking down the Presidential Hallway to go over to the living room, for after working most of the day it was time for lunch. He walked through the hallways and then when walking past one hallway he took the time to look into it for one quik second.

In that hallway was the dignitarie staring out one of the stain glass windows. John couldn't tell it was her so asked his one Presidential Guard that was with him who that was.

"Oh, that is Azuala from the United Trailer Parks, came in about ten minutes ago."

"Ah you know what is wrong with that scene Andrew?" asked John while pointing down the hallway at that picture perfect moment as she stared out the window.

"What sir, I cannot find anything wrong with it? replied the guard.

"The problem is there is no fucking guards down there! What if for some reason some one in our nation hated her and shot at her right now, that would make me deeply saddened sir, as people won't trust us much any more!"

"Sorry sir, I will get some men over here now."

"Good."

John turned and walked into the hallway but kept a good distance for he didn't want to scare the women.

"Hello Mrs. Azuala."

Hello Mrs. Azuala.

Without turning around she quickly corrected the approaching person with a voice of an angel but the sterness of even the most ruthless of Drill Sargeants...

" It's Ms. Azuala... Azuala Lest Zion; I have no husband."

After correcting the person she turned to see who spoke her name. And much to her suprise she saw the one person she suspected she would nenver see... John Batther.

" Mr. Batther, a plseaure to finally meet you. To be fair and to be forward I habor no ill wills of the comments you made to me or my people. We are a young nation, and we are prepared to accept it. I just hope that my family name doesn't put any strains upon our meeting later?" She added before walking forward extending her hand to meet his.

"Oh I am sorry that I was mistaken."

John put out his hand and gave her a quick firm shake then said, "It was I who called this meeting, if I harboured ill thoughts towards you and your family you wouldn't be here right now. i am glad to hear that you forgive me for my slander, I can get carried away at times, but I promise nothing like what occured in those messages will occur again during your stay."

John nodded and smiled, "Would you like to have the meeting now ma'am or would you like to continue looking at the various art peices throughout this building. If you choose the latter then I would suggest you go down to where the Press Room is and in there is a giant hall filled with art work, artifacts, anything really."

" To be honest I would like to see the rest of your artwork... but I am famished from my long flight. Perhapes some food would be in order." she asid as she looked around the hallway.

" I was told you acquired your territories through small skimish wars throughout time. How many exactly has your nation been through?" she asked as she started to walked down the hall with Batther.

"Well ma'am quite a bit, before a recent recall we were in fifth-teen at one time! That was just where I was going, to lunch, so I can show over there."

Four Presidential Guards ran down the hallway over to John and Azuala. So she wouldn't think something was happening he explained, "Sorry but it is standard procedure that you have at least one Guard with you at all times, I do not want to see any one here die, but if some one must, better them than you."

John made a little frown for that felt a b saddening to say. He was friends with most of his staff and body guards and he would surely end up sulking at a later point if one of them were to die. He walked through a few more halls then opened up to the Private Living Room and motioned for her to take a seat.

"What may quench your hunger? Just tell them and if they have the materials to make it they will." John's smile appeared again as he sat down with his Guards and Azuala.

As the guard rushed to them Azuala greeted him with a simple hello.

Azuala smiled and walked along with Batther to the private dining room. she thought about what she was in the mood for. Nothing in particular came to mind however so she sim ply replied...

" I'll have what you have."