NationStates Jolt Archive

The phone rang at the counter of "Kolaski's", a 50 year old mom and pop Polish bakery that served arguably some of the best kolaches and other Polish treats in the entire nation. However, business had been slow, and old Walosk Kolaski had recently been thinking of closing his father's business. Walosk answered the phone, expecting a telemarketing call. Customers hadn't ordered a single thing in 2 weeks.

"Hello?" Walosk asked with a sigh.

"Hello, is this Mr. Kolaski?" a voice replied.

"Not another telemarketer..." Walosk murmured.

"Actually, this isn't a telemarketer, Mr. Kolaski. My name is President John Holtz, and I was wondering if you could do me a favor." the voice laughed.
Old Walosk's heart nearly skipped a beat. "O..Of course, Mr. President. Is there a draft going on?" He stuttered.

The president laughed, "You know full well I wouldn't draft a man of your age! Actually, I wish for you to make me about 10 dozen kolaches, assorted flavors in 3 days. I haven't had a kolache in years, and they are so delicious. I remember your father quite well. I had to work for him after I broke his window playing baseball with my friends. I also know that your business is struggling, so I wish to support it. I will personally arrive at the bakery to pick up the goods, and will present you with a check for 1,000,000 gold coins, straight from my pocket." Walosk began to cry out of joy. "Oh thank you, Mr. President! I was going to declare bankruptcy tomorrow..." He sobbed.

"Goodbye, Mr. Kolaski. I cannot wait for those kolaches," the president replied before hanging up.

Old Walosk hung up the phone and began to dance a polka.

The Generalissimo walked into the room, his scrupulously polished black boots thumping softly on the floor. Two burly bodyguards removed his heavy gray trenchcoat, revealing military attire covered with dozens of badges and decorations. The Generalissimo bowed his head, saluted President Holtz, and took a seat. "My dear friend, it has been ages. How are you?"

The 3 days had passed by and old Kolaski had gotten his money and President Holtz had gotten his kolaches. Now, as he sat in the Diplomatic Hall with a large buffet with him, he saw Generalissimo J.L. walk in. After J.L. had taken off his coat, the 53 year old Holtz walked over to him, embraced him and said "Ah, J.L. it has been a very long time. I am quite well these days, although I'm not as agile as I used to be."

J.L. returned the embrace, smiling. "Yes, it has been too long. I take it things in your nation are going well?"

"We have had no major troubles as of late." President Holtz smiled. "How are things in Roa...I mean...Magdha."

J.L. smiled. "Quite well, quite well. We have had some...difficulties, which explained our absence from the international community for some time, but things are now proceeding smoothly. The economy is back in order, and we're gradually rebuilding and restoring order."

"Very good, very good. Now then, I must know, are any other nations invited to this coming. I don't hear much of the old Generic Empire, however, I know Doomingsland is still out and about. I have an idea for a new alliance called 'The Old Knights' or something like that. It will reaffirm our economic, defensive, offensive, and diplomatic ties. Any other nations can join as well."

"Roa-" He paused in mid-sentence, uttered a self-deprecating chuckle. "Ahem. Magdha will definitely join."

"Excellent, excellent..." John laughed.

He walked over a picked up a cherry kolache. "Have you ever had a kolache?" John asked.

"Never even heard of such a thing," J.L. said, smiling, "but, being the adventurous sort, I'm open to trying new things."

John handed gave J.L. his kolache. "This will be the symbol of the beginning of our alliance!" He laughed.

He accepted the proferred kolache, reluctantly took a small bite. His expression suggested that he had received the gastronomic equivalent of winning the lottery. "My word! This is delicious!" he exclaimed, and ravenously consumed the rest within seconds.

John laughed. "I'm glad you like them." He then sat down and began to look at some papers. "Now then, I understand that while our ties have been very strong, they have been weakened because of lack of contact with each other. Many of our old allies have left the world stage as well, so it is also necessary that we find new ones. I believe we should hold a conference inviting other nations to join our alliance. We can create a name for it at the conference. How does this sound to you?"

Preoccupied by the utter bliss his taste buds were experiencing, J.L. could only nod mutely.