NationStates Jolt Archive

Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick despised the cold. it nipped at his ears, turned his cheeks red, and left his hands feeling numb. He could not think of a single thing (besides genocide, terrorism, etc.) that annoyed him more then the cold winters of Faxanavia. As a boy, he had stayed inside while the other children went out to play in the snow, hurling snow balls and constructing vast snow forts. He would stay inside with a mug of hot chocolate and a book. He often blamed the long and cold winters of Faxanavia for his interest in reading, which had led to his fascination with history, which, he said, had led to his becoming the Prime Minister. While the winter may have been responsible for his becoming the Prime Minister, however indirectly, he still despised it. Even now, in mid-April the frost still touched Faxanavia. He looked about himself, pulling his coat tighter about himself. The grass was wet with melted slush, and off of the control towers one or two icicles hung haphazardly, as though by a thread of spider's silk. Behind him, the warm car tempted him, but he had agreed to be here, and here he was. Here, was, of course, Vallingard International Airport, where he was awaiting the arrival of the President of The Philippiniada. The wind bit bitterly at his ears, and he looked up at the cloudy sky above him, awaiting the familiar sound of an engine screaming above, and the possible arrival of the president. Then, he could finally, finally get out of this cold.

Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick despised the cold. it nipped at his ears, turned his cheeks red, and left his hands feeling numb. He could not think of a single thing (besides genocide, terrorism, etc.) that annoyed him more then the cold winters of Faxanavia. As a boy, he had stayed inside while the other children went out to play in the snow, hurling snow balls and constructing vast snow forts. He would stay inside with a mug of hot chocolate and a book. He often blamed the long and cold winters of Faxanavia for his interest in reading, which had led to his fascination with history, which, he said, had led to his becoming the Prime Minister. While the winter may have been responsible for his becoming the Prime Minister, however indirectly, he still despised it. Even now, in mid-April the frost still touched Faxanavia. He looked about himself, pulling his coat tighter about himself. The grass was wet with melted slush, and off of the control towers one or two icicles hung haphazardly, as though by a thread of spider's silk. Behind him, the warm car tempted him, but he had agreed to be here, and here he was. Here, was, of course, Vallingard International Airport, where he was awaiting the arrival of the President of The Philippiniada. The wind bit bitterly at his ears, and he looked up at the cloudy sky above him, awaiting the familiar sound of an engine screaming above, and the possible arrival of the president. Then, he could finally, finally get out of this cold.


As the Filipiniadan President sits within his private jet, though inside the plane and with heaters, he could still feel the cold of the winter, as he is not used to the cold temperatures as there is no snow in Philippiniada, as his plane landed in the tracks of the airport, he has a anxiety of meeting Faxanavian Prime Minister, as this was his first meeting with a foreign world leader, as the late King Baliwas XVI would normally do, but since he assumed it after the surprising death of the King, he is anxious,

He stepped out of the stairs of the plane, he breathed Faxanavian air, and the chill is very cold, though he is enjoying it, he then sights the PM, he then walks down, then approached the man

"Greetings! I am Darren Anselmo, President of the Empire of the Philippiniada!, You must be the Prime Minister?" He then extended his hand then smiled

As the Filipiniadan President sits within his private jet, though inside the plane and with heaters, he could still feel the cold of the winter, as he is not used to the cold temperatures as there is no snow in Philippiniada, as his plane landed in the tracks of the airport, he has a anxiety of meeting Faxanavian Prime Minister, as this was his first meeting with a foreign world leader, as the late King Baliwas XVI would normally do, but since he assumed it after the surprising death of the King, he is anxious,

He stepped out of the stairs of the plane, he breathed Faxanavian air, and the chill is very cold, though he is enjoying it, he then sights the PM, he then walks down, then approached the man

"Greetings! I am Darren Anselmo, President of the Empire of the Philippiniada!, You must be the Prime Minister?" He then extended his hand then smiled

Ivansky smiles broadly. "That I am. I am Ivansky Bochick. Welcome, President Anselmo, to Faxanavia." Leading the president across the tarmac, Ivansky approaches the car. "I'm so glad you could come. As you can see, we have a car waiting. As soon as your baggage comes down, We should be on our way. We'll be heading into Vallingard, where you can see the sights."

Ivansky smiles broadly. "That I am. I am Ivansky Bochick. Welcome, President Anselmo, to Faxanavia." Leading the president across the tarmac, Ivansky approaches the car. "I'm so glad you could come. As you can see, we have a car waiting. As soon as your baggage comes down, We should be on our way. We'll be heading into Vallingard, where you can see the sights."


"It's nice to meet you, Prime Minister, I bet im going to enjoy my stay here in Faxanavia, and thank you for granting me the opportunity of being here" The President said then breathed the cold, chilling Faxanavian air, back in the Philippiniada, cold air would only be felt if there is a storm that is berating the country, there are no winters in the Philippiniada given the temperate climate, "It's very refreshing to be here, Mr. Bochick, I like the climate" he said then the baggage carried by his personal assistants was brought down, "Oh, there goes my baggage, shall we go?"

"It's nice to meet you, Prime Minister, I bet im going to enjoy my stay here in Faxanavia, and thank you for granting me the opportunity of being here" The President said then breathed the cold, chilling Faxanavian air, back in the Philippiniada, cold air would only be felt if there is a storm that is berating the country, there are no winters in the Philippiniada given the temperate climate, "It's very refreshing to be here, Mr. Bochick, I like the climate" he said then the baggage carried by his personal assistants was brought down, "Oh, there goes my baggage, shall we go?"

Ivansky nodded, and helped the president into the car. As the baggage was loaded into the truck of the car, Ivansky offered President Anselmo water from a cold case. Taking one himself, he cracked the top open and took a refreshing sip. "From here, we're going to be heading into the city. There, we can see some of the sites. L'Enphant Square, Vallingard Square, The statue of democracy..." The car started up, and Ivansky smiled. "You know, the usual one shows a visiting diplomat."

Bump for TP...

OOC: Sorry for not posting for a long time. Got some sh*t to handle. Shall we continue this?