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Ion was sitting in his presidential office in the Hall of the Party.

He was with one of his aides and a foriegn advisor.

"Create a good itinery for the Ixanians, this will be our chance to show case our great socialist paradise to the world. Now we all knew they would be coming here this state visit has been on the cards since what was it... May? Anyway I want a grand show in the Provoçe Stadium to show them. I want civilians lining streets waving Bulgislavian flags and Ixanian flags everywhere they drive. Bulgislavia must be perfect in thier eyes!" Demanded Ion Milencu

The aide and foriegn advisor left he office.

Ion's Brother who was in charge of Propaganda and parade choreography was aware of a future state visit from the Ixanians but he had not prepared a routine instead the entire nation had been practicing for the 80th anniversary of the Workers Party Foundation day on the 18th of July.

Ion's brother was a little paniced and so it was decided the mass propaganda show would use the exact same choreography and routines as the Party foundation day routine with some slight differences

Instead of holding colourd cards which created pictures and slogans of the 80th anniversary the card formation would change to show Pictures of the Ixanian flag, slogans of friendship and co-operation. and Instead of the Workers Party chant and song and Bulgislavian national anthem the band and performers will be singing a Friendship song.

Within a week the itinery was complete for the Ixanians.

It maybe be a little different to other nations they have toured but the Bulgislavian government was very controlling. contact with regular civilians would not be permitted and the Ixanian delegation would not be permitted to roam freely without minders

The first day will allow the Ixanian's to rest and have a Banquet with the Party Leadership in the Hall of the Party

the next day will be the grand show in the Provoçe Stadium

That same night the Ixanian delegation will be shown a performance from the National opera in the Palace of Culture followed by the national band performing songs for them

The next day the plan it to take them to the countryside outside of Terevesti to meet some approved Bulgislavian civilians who will be dressed in the national costume

The next day will be a day of rest and possably some political meetings and aggreements will be talked about with the Leadership

As a final night the Delegation will be taken to the Palace of Provoçe to see the body of the late president lying in state in a glass case and to view over Provoçe era objects and gifts the late leader recieved when he was president

The next day any agreements reached will be finallized and signed into paper and they the Ixanian Delegation will be seen off at the Terevesti international airport

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The Bulgislavian leadership was lined up at the Airport on the Tarmac waiting for the Ixanian delegation to arrive on thier plane.

Military soldiers lined up to allow room for the Delegation to move thorugh an organized crowd of civilians to meet with the party leadership

The Civilians were ready and waiting to see the "Foriegners" most of them had never seen a foriegner before. The camera's and photographers were also taking pictures of the historic occasion for the FIRST EVER STATE VISIT FROM A WESTERN NATION TO BULGISLAVIA

The Milencu's were not present. instead they would meet the delegtaion at the front of the Hall of the Party

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This is a map of central Terevesti. it might help. The motorcade will drive up Workers Party Victory Boulavard to Provoçe Square to the front of the Hall of the Party where the core leadership will meet the Delegation

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here is a map of Bulgislavia too

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This is a picture of Provoçe square looking down the long wide Workers Party Victory Boulavard

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"Bulgislavia? I am amazed that they would even consider hosting a visit of delegates from a monarchist nation!" The middle aged diplomat sighed as he swirled around in his chair while his colleagues read the reports about the upcoming visit. No one had expected the idea of a visit to Bulgislavia to even get off the ground let alone be realized. Ivan Rucinsky, the Foreign Minister, was contemplating the meeting with Bulgislavian officials in his mind as he had been ever since he recieved word that they were willing to accept a meeting. Rucinsky, an ardent monarchist, had no contempt for the Bulgislavian leadership as he was generally indifferent to the ideas of Communism like most Ixanians were. Ixania was a devout monarchist nation renowned for its emphasis on peace and friendship to the point that Ixania was willing to make friends among the ranks of Communist nations. Rucinsky looked at his colleagues and smiled. "We must show these Bulgislavians that not all "western" nations despise them because of their beliefs. We may be monarchists but we shall extend the branch of peace to them in the hand of friendship."

The others nodded their heads in silent agreement before Ivan stood from his seat with his hands in the pockets of his suit. "I shall depart for Bulgislavia tomorrow; I need to talk to my wife and children before I do so. I think Miss Sturmer may accompany me; depending on whether or not she is able to. I bid you all farewell."

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The private plane of the Foreign Minister flew swiftly in the skies while its occupants went through some last minute discussions about the meeting with Bulgislavian officials. Ivan Rucinsky was having a quick nap while Svetlana Sturmer, ever so devoted to her work, was busy studying the many reports she had brought along with her. The plane was nearing Bulgislavian airspace, she noticed, so she not only had Ivan woken up from his sleep but had everyone else prepare themselves for the landing. It took about five minutes for the plane to land on the runway at the airport. Ivan, being ever the gentleman, allowed Svetlana to walk out of the plane first before he and the others did. Svetlana and Ivan uttered some words to each other in Ixanian for a brief moment as they walked towards the Bulgislavian leadership while the others followed. Thus their visit began.....

The camera's picked up the Ixanian plane land and then a woman exit the plane followed by a man.

The crowd of organized civilians were all clapping in unison
they were chanting

"Greena Olas Preses!" (welcome/hello foriegn friends)

The leadership were at one end of the crowd.

The party members were all wearing black suits and had 2 badges on thier chest
One was a red star and the other was a small pin with a picture of Milencu on it

They were also clapping in unison with everyone else
ready to shake hands with the Ixanian delegation

The camera's picked up the Ixanian plane land and then a woman exit the plane followed by a man.

The crowd of organized civilians were all clapping in unison
they were chanting

"Greena Olas Preses!" (welcome/hello foriegn friends)

The leadership were at one end of the crowd.

The party members were all wearing black suits and had 2 badges on thier chest
One was a red star and the other was a small pin with a picture of Milencu on it

They were also clapping in unison with everyone else
ready to shake hands with the Ixanian delegation

Ivan and Svetlana both smiled as they walked through the crowds and honor guards; waving to the people while walking calmly towards the leadership of Bulgislavia. It did not take them too long to get to the leadership and to shake hands with each of the party members present; the charming Ivan and the ever so professional Svetlana both hoped to make inroads in Ixanian-Bulgislavian relations. They both noticed the pins on their suits and thought about them as they spoke. "We are both pleased to be here." Ivan said with a smile. "We only hope that we can establish firm and solid relations between our peoples and that our beliefs may not get in the way. I trust that you already have an itinerary planned so let's get started, shall we?"

A Bulgislavian interpreter present spoke in english to the Neo-Ixanians
even though he spoke with a thick Bulgislavianm eastern eurpean accent

"I'm afraid we have no one in the country that can speak Ixanian, As a common means of communication may we speak in english?" he asked

He turned to the Party members present and spoke in Bulgislavian to one of them.

"Um let us head over to the motorcade. we will drive through Terevesti to the Hall of the Party.

The motorcade was made up of a long line of 5 vehicles. All long, black limo's
On the front bonet were 2 flags fized on either sides. The Ixanian flag and the Bulgislavian flag

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A Bulgislavian interpreter present spoke in english to the Neo-Ixanians
even though he spoke with a thick Bulgislavianm eastern eurpean accent

"I'm afraid we have no one in the country that can speak Ixanian, As a common means of communication may we speak in english?" he asked

He turned to the Party members present and spoke in Bulgislavian to one of them.

"Um let us head over to the motorcade. we will drive through Terevesti to the Hall of the Party.

The motorcade was made up of a long line of 5 vehicles. All long, black limo's
On the front bonet were 2 flags fized on either sides. The Ixanian flag and the Bulgislavian flag

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''We are more than willing to speak in English. Let us go to the motorcade. Svetlana and I am quite anxious to get this tour underway. By the way, I trust we will be able to meet the leaders of Bulgislavia who are more than welcome to visit Ixania in the future. Now, shall we go?''

OOC: Queen Charlette VI is the puppet nation of Neo-Ixania.

"Yes The Great Comrade Leader Ion and mother of All Bulgislavian's Irena would love to become a bit more well travelled, now let us go to the motorcade"

they walked over to the motorcade

The Motorcade took off with the delegation and party members in them

The streets of Terevesti were what anyone would expect of a stalinist nation.

The streets were long, wide, always over 4 lanes. Lining them were identicle block apartments. On the footpaths on either side were citizens dressed in red, waving Bulgislavian flags and holding portraits of Irena and Ion.

The citiznes lined every street the motorcade was to go down.

Finall the motorcade turned down the main central boulavard. "Workers Party Victory Boulavard"

It was perfectly straight, 6 lanes wide and ran stright down the center of the symetrical and homogenous city. The grand Hall of the Party could be seen in a distance.

Finally At the end of the boulavard it opened up into Provoçe Square.

It was the lage public square though it was shaped like a semicircle
50,000 civilians had been conscripted to stand in the square to chant, clap in unison and hold up banners of friendship and co-operation and portraits of Irena and Ion.

Ion was wearing a nice black suit standing at the front entrance of the Hall of the Party with Irena standing at his side. She was wearing another one of her Italian imported gowns. A shimmering cream colours dress that went down to her below her knees. she had also recently re-dyed her hair black to hold back the grey.

Ion and Irena waited for thier foriegn guests to exit the car once it drove up to the hall of the Party

Ivan Rucinsky had been intrigued by the Stalinist nation of Bulgislavia ever since he had first heard about it months ago while reading reports about the changing of the guard. An ardent monarchist, Rucinsky seemed to have no contempt for the Stalinism which Bulgislavia practiced and believed in; as long as they were stable and responsible with power, he thought, they would manage themselves well. Most Ixanians did not really care for the outside world's fondness for Stalinism and other allegedly totalitarian systems; rather they relished the monarchist benevolence cultivated in their homeland for centuries. Svetlana, on the other hand, felt that the Stalinism practiced in Bulgislavia needed to be understood in order for Ixania to maintain healthy relations. Both of them did admire the simplistic city of Terevesti and smiled when they saw the citizens waving their flags and holding the portraits of Irena and Ion. In Ixania, there was often said to have been a personality cult around Leto the Great, who led the crusade for the unification of Ixania centuries ago. To Rucinsky and Sturmer, the personality cults of Irena and Ion were relatively nothing new to them although they had a bit of concern. Secular religions, those with deities actually being leaders of the State, could often spell disaster. After the limosuine ended up at its destination, Rucinsky and Sturmer, in the finest clothes they could get for the trip, exited the vehicle and greeted Irena and Ion with refined respect. "My name is Ivan Rucinsky; I am the Foreign Minister of the Ixanian Empire. This is Svetlana Sturmer, one of the Ministry's senior leaders. We are both thankful for your hospitality."

Ion walked up to the pair when Ivan spoke
(what Ivan said)
"My name is Ivan Rucinsky; I am the Foreign Minister of the Ixanian Empire. This is Svetlana Sturmer, one of the Ministry's senior leaders. We are both thankful for your hospitality." (OOC: i tried to quote but for some reason it didnt work)

"Welcome to The Peoples Republic of Bulgislavia, Ivan and Svetlana!" Said Ion shaking thier hands

Irena walked up beside Ion and reached over to shake thier hands too
"Yes we are very happy to have you in our nation. Now lets show you into the great Hall of the Party" said Irena

The Group walked up a small amount of steps and into some great double doors that went into the Hall of the Party

Meanwhile the Square was still filled with dozens of thousands of civilians. making a noise in the background of chanting, clapping and cheering

Camera crews were also everywhere. capturing every moment
The footage would then be edited and shown on Bulgislavia's restricted 2 hour a day TV on loop up until the 80th anniversary of the Party Foundation

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Inside the entrance hall was a massive, large marble staircase.

at the end of the hand railing's on each side were newly installed Marble busts of Irena and Ion.

"Would you like our aides to show you to your room or would you like a small tour of the Hall, or get straight to the banquet?" said Ion

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Inside the entrance hall was a massive, large marble staircase.

at the end of the hand railing's on each side were newly installed Marble busts of Irena and Ion.

"Would you like our aides to show you to your room or would you like a small tour of the Hall, or get straight to the banquet?" said Ion

"We would prefer to be shown to our rooms before going on a tour, sir." Svetlana said with a smile. "We are thankful for your hospitality."

The Neo-Ixanians may be quite oblivious to it, but there could be little doubting that Bulgislavian security services were well aware that those perhaps slightly taller men and women milling about in the background, appearing to do this work or that, or simply to be passing by, were, often as not, Securitat, brazenly walking the streets of Bulgislavia as if it were an enclave within the larger BPR.

Lubmila Kronyatensko's new Bulgian Popular Republic wasn't necessarily threatened by a monarchist presence in the region, but clearly there was growing doubt in Besk as to the wisdom, nay, the necessity of having Terevesti doing so much thinking-for-itself.

Wrapped up as it was in domestic reform -or rather rolling-back the reforms of the 1990s-, Bulgia was perhaps missing its chance to secure the subservience of its little neighbour, but if so, the Securitat was at least going to be around to document and properly file the fact!

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"Excellent" said Irena. She geaustured to some aides in the corner

"Show our good guests thier rooms" ordered Irena

The aides led Ivan Rucinsky and Svetlana Sturmer up the grand staircase

down some long, striaght corridors and hallways they finally reached a Hall with large, white doors all the way down.

One of the aides spoke up

"We have seperate rooms for each of you and any other Ixanian accompanying you on the visit"

The aide opened a door

It contained a large open area, a working colour TV, double bed, chrystal light fittings, a marble bathroom with working, running hot water and a telephone (It could most probably be tapped, infact in such a stalinist nation the entire room was probably tapped)

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"Is there anything else you need? The banquet will begin at 8:00 pm. Until then you will be free to tour some of the rooms of the Hall of the Party. the staff will do its best to tend to any needs you have" said the aide

"We have seperate rooms for each of you and any other Ixanian accompanying you on the visit"

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"Is there anything else you need? The banquet will begin at 8:00 pm. Until then you will be free to tour some of the rooms of the Hall of the Party. the staff will do its best to tend to any needs you have" said the aide

"Excellent. I am sure that all of the rooms are comfortable and presentable."

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"We would like to tour some of those rooms; but we would definately like to relax before the banquet."

The grand marble banquet Hall was being prepared for the foriegn guests.

A large portrait of Ion was on one side of the wall.

Irena as usual was bossing the staff to "Do thier job properly!"

Another newer costume had been picked out for her to wear
A light blue/ish dress down just below her knees almost looking like a style from the 1950's with a waste belt

Ion was speaking to Essad Milencu, Ion's uncle who was in charge of Propaganda and choreography and Rally's
"Is the Choreography ready for the Ixanian's tomorrow at Provoçe Stadium?"

"Certainly Comrade Ion. Instead of using the choreography of the 80th anniversary of the party foundation we have decided to use the Choreograhy from a Provoçe mass game from 1998. that was always my favourite show" said Essad

"Fine just as long as its spectacular" said Ion

"Ion, were a communist country, we put on the best spectacles and parades ever" said Essad cheerfully

"NO YOU IDIOT DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH THIS DRESS COST!" screamed Irena from across the room.

One of the waiters accidently spilt a cup of tea over Irena as he was handing it to her

"I'm so sorry Comrade Irena" said the waiter terrified

"Get the hell out of my site. Your lucky I didnt get burned!" yelled Irena

Ion quickly walked over

"Go up to our room, you can pick out another on of your dresses" said Ion trying to calm her down

"I want this dress replaced and its coming out of that incompetent gits pay! I picked this dress out especially for this Banquet! Ion this is unacceptable!"

"Now look, we cant do anything about it now, just go up to our room and get a new dress"

"So now I have to walk up to our room! why cant one of our aides get one for me!?" said Irena

"Ok, Irena calm down, I'll get one of the aides to get a dress for you"

"Make sure they pick a nice one!" demanded Irena

Ion spoke to an aide and told the young man to fetch one of Irena's nice dresses and bring it down to her so she can get changed in a near by spare bedroom.

The banquet was set to start in a couple of hours time

Irena's face was quite red from her anger

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The Ixanians had been resting quietly in their rooms which were quite comfortable and aesthetically presentable with Svetlana Sturmer looking at her notes while Rucinsky was busy relaxing and looking at the picture of his family that he carried around with him on every diplomatic engagement he went on. Svetlana smiled as she caught a glimpse of him; she was happy to see him care for his loved ones. "I think the Bulgislavians are quite happy to see us." Ivan said with a smile before Svetlana sharply turned around. "They must be. I just hope our two nations can get along. The Empress would hate to see problems."

Ivan's ears perked up when he heard the screaming from the banquet hall; assuming that their rooms were close to it. "It seems that Madam Irena has had problems with her dress." Svetlana said. "I know how it feels to have a dress you like ruined in some way. It is never good to bear."

Ivan nodded his head. "I am sure that she will find a new one. As the wife of the nation's leader, she ought to have as many dresses as the First Lady of Lamoni would. Good old Adelaide."

Svetlana then noticed Ion's aide running through the halls. "..There he goes to find a new dress. Thank goodness I don't have to live that kind of life."

A couple of hours passed.

Irena had changed her dress twice. from the one the aide fetched which she said "Made it hard for me to breath in!" to another gown. a creamy, light greenish dress

A servant went to the Ixanian's room and knocked on the door and opened it cautiously

"Greetings, If you would like to join us in the Banquet hall? the Food is served" said the servant

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Omar Milencu, Ion "Psychotic" son was also at the Occasion (if you have read up a bit about Bulgislavia you would know he is Head of the Bulgislavian Sporting Committee, A drunk, Rapist and tortures atheletes who under perform. He is also known for driving lavish vehicles given to him by his father and then crashing them days or even hours later
(His car accidents where quite well known around Terevesti and even resulted in the death of one of his Personal drivers when Omar was driving drunk one afternoon)

Dinu, Ion and Irena's adopted son was also present he seemed to be the only "Sensible" Milencu family member which made Bulgislavian's joke that the "Evil" gene Only ran in the Milencu's blood

As usual Omar was already drunk before the Banquet had even started. He had already thrown a glas of "Shitty Whine" at one of the waiters earlier before

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OOC: Omar is a rapist? I guess I better not have Svetlana around him.....

As the hours passed, Svetlana and Ivan had spent time discussing various things and reading reports that they had carried along with them from the Ixanian Empire. They smiled when the servant came to tell them about dinner and calmly they walked together to the banquet hall to see a drunk man wondering around. Svetlana looked at him for a moment before following Ivan; hoping that the man would not disrupt the banquet. Dressed in their finest clothes, with Svetlana in an exquisite dress that may make Irena jealous, Svetlana and Ivan took their seats at the table after thanking their hosts for their generosity and for the delicious food on the table.

OOC: Well he is Head of the Bulgislavian sporting committee and so the female atheletes, mainly the young gymnasts are in danger. Though there are many reports that he does rape his way around Terevesti with impunity. His powerful family means no one dares speak out though

Irena didnt notice herself shoot Svetlana a nasty stare when she saw the dress she was wearing. Irena hated being out done in anyway. Infact when her Aunty went on a visit to the west she was given a large amount of money to spend on Jewlery though she only brought a simple ring. When asked why she didnt buy anything more lavish she replied
"I cant allow myself to out do the Mother of all Bulgislavians"

Irena put on a fake smile. Though the smile quickly faded when she saw some of the young waiters ogling Svetlana

Ion stood, one of the near by waiters rang a small bell which immediatly silenced the chatter amoungst the people present. Quite a lot of the Bulgislavian leadership was present

"Thank you, deeply to our guests who are here in friendship and in peace. We are deeply grateful and are extremely happy such a visit could take place, We hope everyone here enjoys this great Bulgislavian meal" with that Ion sat down

The Party leadership sitting on the otherside of the wide and long table then Stood to their feet and then began clapping in unison at Ion's small speech and then sat back down to eat.

Omar was staring blankly at his plate, he looked totally chopped and about to fall asleep at any minute.

The banquet table then began the chatter amounst the guests like before

OOC: Well he is Head of the Bulgislavian sporting committee and so the female atheletes, mainly the young gymnasts are in danger. Though there are many reports that he does rape his way around Terevesti with impunity. His powerful family means no one dares speak out though

OOC: Reminds me a bit of Sin City.

Irena didnt notice herself shoot Svetlana a nasty stare when she saw the dress she was wearing. Irena hated being out done in anyway.

"Does Irena not like me?"

Irena put on a fake smile. Though the smile quickly faded when she saw some of the young waiters ogling Svetlana

"Thank you, deeply to our guests who are here in friendship and in peace. We are deeply grateful and are extremely happy such a visit could take place, We hope everyone here enjoys this great Bulgislavian meal" with that Ion sat down

Svetlana did notice a bit of the ogling but did not mind it; she generally was too devoted to her work to have a love and/or sex life but that did not bother her. She, along with Ivan, smiled and listened attentively to Ion speak. After all, he was the host.

Omar was staring blankly at his plate, he looked totally chopped and about to fall asleep at any minute.

The banquet table then began the chatter amounst the guests like before

Svetlana looked at Omar briefly before she began to eat her food. She assumed that he must have been tired and thus would understand if he fell asleep....some people just can't handle it. "I must compliment the chefs for this food." Ivan said with a smile. "...and I must commend Ion and Irena for being such gracious hosts."

(OOC: Omar is based on one of Sadam husseins psychopathic sons who was incharge of the Iraqi olympic comittee and would torture athletes who underperformed. he was also a rapist. He is also based a bit on Nicu Ceausescu. the dictator of Romania's son. He was also a rapist who use to rape women in Bucharest and crash his cars)

anyway.........

The people had finished eating thier meals

Then the "Young Pioneers" came out and filed into the Banquet Hall

They were all between the ages of 6-10 and wore a white, long sleve button top, red neckercheif and black trousers. After they filed in with the front row with the youngest and smallest and the back rows were the oldest and tallest they stood still.

They then raised thier fists up to the side of thier head in a communist salute then dropped thie hands down

A small girl stepped foward
"In honor of our Great Comrade Leader Ion Milencu and Mother of all Bulgislavian's Irena Milencu, along with the all supportive and genious Milencu family and the Bulgislavian Workers Party and of course our foriegn guests!"

The small girl stepped back in line with the rest and then the entire group of Young Pioneers busrt into song.
It was the Bulgislavian National Anthem and then followed onto that was an International Friendship hym

2 children from eachside walked to the middle and handed the 4 front, youngest and smallest children bouquets of flowers

The 4 children then walked around the Banquet table (two around each side) to eventually meet in the middle to present the Flowers to Svetlana, Ivan, Irena and Ion

Ion and recieved the flowers and gave the child a pat on the back and a hug.

Irena gave a big hug, a kiss on each cheak and then sent the child on its way

Watching the children's display made Ivan think about his own children who were back in Ixania with the woman of his dreams who he had been married to for plenty of years. He had always been fond of children and smiled at the kids when they gave him the flowers. Svetlana, likewise, smiled at them and thought about having children of her own one day although she was mostly too devoted to her work to even have a husband. Svetlana was too focused on the display to see if anyone was still ogling her; she generally did not concern herself with men for she was mostly devoted to her work and thus did not have time to find one but she was interested albeit she never told anyone of that.

"That was a lovely display." Svetlana said with a smile to her hosts while Ivan nodded in approval. "They remind me of my own children." Ivan said with his own smile. "I'm a married man and try my best to be with my family whenever I can."

For the rest of the night the guests chatted amougnst one another until it was time to retire for the night.

Ion walked up to the Ixanians

"Well its getting late we really must rest up for tomorrow's events" said Ion walking off with Irena.

Omar was lying in the corner of the hall between two seats he had pushed together.

"We had a pleasurable night, sir. We thank you again for your generous hospitality." Ivan said with a smile while Svetlana looked at Omar who she thought was quite weird but yet such actions, she assumed, could be explained.

"Yes, we shall retire for the night. Good night." Svetlana said before she walked off, alone, to retire for the night in her room. She was quite happy to be in Bulgislavia albeit she did not expect for things to go well so quickly. She could only wait and see if it would continue.

It was the next morning. A servent knocked on the door to the Ixanian Rooms and then opened slowly.

"Good Morning" he said in a thick eastern European accent.

He had a breakfast tray of pancakes, coffee and some toast with a small dish of jam spread to put on the toast. Another servent walked in with another tray for Svetlana.

The two servents left the trays on a small table at one end of the Ixanian room

"When you are ready we have prepared a great show for you in Provoçe stadium"

So when you are ready head to the entrance of the Hall of the Party the motorcade will transport you to Provoçe Stadium
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Svetlana had been sleeping soundly in her bed in her bright red nightgown (http://i1.iofferphoto.com/img/item/475/822/71/o_nightgown,_red_nightgown_006.jpg) while dreaming about childhood memories that had been in her mind ever since she had become an adult. While she had been sleeping, Ivan was busy reading some messages on his CD-5 Communications Device which he had often relied on whenever he was on business trips such as this visit to Bulgislavia. Svetlana had one too but she only used it for business calls while Ivan used his for business and family calls. Svetlana's eyes flickered open when she heard the accented voice of the Bulgislavian servant echo in her room. "Good morning.....I guess you've brought me my breakfast. Thank you."

Svetlana rose from her bed to take her seat at a nearby table so she could eat her breakfast with Ivan doing the same in his own room. "A show in Provoce Stadium really sounds nice. I look forward to seeing it."

People were out in Provoçe Stadium they were to practice for the entire day until the guests arrived.
Covering an entire sections of seats on one side of the stadium were thousands of school children holding up coloured cards that would flip them over when a conductor on the ground gave a signal which would form pictures when the thousands of students did it together.

On the stadium floor hundreds were practicing a choreographed dance involving ribbons.

Dinu was at the stadium. he loved watching these shows even when they were practicing. Omar was also there too.

"Hows your head?" asked Dinu

"I didnt drink as much as usual. fathers orders, you know, not to upset the guests...... Say that Ixanian lady was pretty easy on the eyes" said Omar. He had big bags under his eyes

"Yeah true. But Omar she's foriegn and your record with woman if horrid so you woudlnt have a chance" joked Dinu

"Not true women love me, I've even lost count of how many i've fucked" said Omar

"How many were willing" asked Dinu

Omar stood up in a rage and threw Dinu off his seat

"You adopted peice of shit! Your not a real Milencu!" screamed Omar

Dinu's body guards pulled Omar away and Omars thugs escorted him out of the area

Dinu stood up. He really didnt like his psychotic brother but he seemed to have fun winding him up. mainly cause he knew Omar wouldnt hurt him.... not seriously anyway.

"You really shouldnt provoke him" said one of Dinu's body guards

"Sorry. Its an old habit. I even did it as a child" replied Dinu

"Will Omar be present at the show?"

"Nah, with the Olypics coming up he has our team to torture.... poor bastards" said Dinu

"So he really does that!? I though it was just rumours!?" said one of his body guards

"Any rumours you hear about the Milencu's are probably true. I'll admit its a fucked up family, Thank god i'm adopted" said Dinu. then he went back to watching the rehersing show

Outside the stadium Omar was walking with his thugs.

People did thier best to avoid them if they recognized Omar on the street.

A young couple even turned into an ally and ran off as soon as they saw Omar and his entourage.
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Irena was looking at Ion
"Isnt it strange to think how far we have come?" asked Irena

"I was just thinking about that last night at the Banquet" said Ion

"I mean we were nothing before May, two month on and we are hosting foriegn guests in the Hall of the Party, in our country!" said Irena

"It feels like its been years since removing Alia. It even feels like years since the passing of Provoçe! I'm glad that we have opened a new elightened chapter in Bulgislavia's history" said Ion

Irena began putting on lots of make up. 11 rings on her hands, 3 bracelets, 2 necklaces and a white, cream coloured dress with a waist belt and some expensive earings.

"I have to get my hair done before the show. I really feel I have to give it my all today"

"Darling what did I say about wearing all that jewelery. We cant appear to detatched from ordinary Bulgislavians. do you think you will see a Terevesti Factory worker wearing such things?" lectured Ion

"Do you think I care!" Exploded Irena
"Look its only for one day ok!" continued Irena before storming out of the room

Svetlana changed into a light blue summer dress (http://www.constanceeyre.co.uk/knitted-dress/knitted-dress-iris2b.jpg) for the show at the stadium while her counterpart put on his suit for the event with both of them looking forward to seeing the Bulgislavian presentation. As they took their seats in the vehicle set apart for them, Svetlana and Ivan were talking to each other about their thoughts on Bulgislavia which were definately favorable. They were Monarchists in a Stalinist nation which would be not tolerated in some nations that subscribed to the doctrines of Comrade Stalin. "Can you believe how much success we've had so far?" Svetlana said with a smile as she looked out the window with her blue eyes examining whatever she could find. "We must be thankful to Fortune which has smiled upon us." Ivan said while he relaxed in his seat. "These Stalinists took us into their home and we are now honored guests."

Svetlana smiled. "They are good people when you get to know them but I'd like to know that Omar fellow a bit more. He looked quite odd, yes, but I am sure there is more to him than that."

OOC: Really sorry for my slackness. From now on i'm going to be more into this! as well as RP in the III Olympics for Bulgislavia. and be on the net more

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The Grand Show was set to begin. Conductors on the stadium floor were warming up the thousands of school chidlren holding coloured cards on one side of the stadium seats forming warm up pictures

The Ixanian guests made it to the special boothe where the leadership sat.

There was a line of seats. From the far end was Omar, Dinu, Ion, Irena and 2 spare seats for Svetlana and Ivan
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"Ah excellent we are very glad to put on these shows for you" said Irena wearing her expensive Jewelery

Just then the Grand National Band began to play some grand militaristic and prade style music.

Big lights began to dance around the stadium floor as the side lights dimmed
Then lights lit up the wall of the stadium where the thousands of children were sitting holding up the coloured cards which read

"WELCOME!"

the stadium floor completely lit up with hundreds of women and men skipping up to fill the stadium floor they were all wearing the Bulgislavian national costume.

When the stadium floor was filled they all help up red flags which covered them to create a sea of red on the stadium floor then they quickly flung thier arms around to create a strange spectacle of a sea of red to the group of people then the flags wave above thier heads again.

Then they all began to retreat into the stadium center in a circle shape squeezing up against one another until it looked almost incredable that such a large number of people could fit into such a space.

The music then changed to an Old Bulgislavian folk song. It starts of with a slow beat and with thier arms linked they took one step to the beat of the music out of the small area.

As the music sped up they took quicker steps until the stadium floor was an expanding circle of people in the national costume then at a certain point the music reached the choris and each line of people with linked arms would spin clockwise and counter clockwise. from a distance if views for a long time could make someone dizzy.

Then they left the sadium and everyone in the stadium were applauding the spectacle so far.

Then children as young as 10 came rushing out in orderly lines.
The boys and girls were in different lines with the boys wearing a blue gymnast suit and the girls wearing pink leotards.

They then all did a cartwheel across the stadium floor in unison and ended all in the splits. The Childrens section of the parade lasted another 5 minutes of more flips and symetrical pattern formations

within moments of the childrens section ending the stadium floor was filled again with more people holding up coloured cards. this time forming the picture of the National flag. they then would duck down and stand up to create a mexican wave type effect making it look like the flag was waving in the wind.

On the wall part the flag formations were just transitions of Friendship slogans and pictures of happy civilians working dilligintly, factory machinary, construction, national progress etc

more Gymnastic choreography continued using ribons, balls, skipping ropes.

The Finalle was when the entire stadium floor was filled with Pommel Horses and all the adult male Gymnasts were doing advanced routines on them at the same time with some Trampoleneists in the background doing flips

Fire Works then ended the night and the Coloured cards on the other side of the stadium then flipped over to a picture of the night sky with white letters reading

"We Hoped You Enjoyed The Show"

"Good Night"

Then it changed to show the words

"WE WILL SEE YOU IN THE MORNING"

and the card formation changed one more to a sunrise then a rainbow was created with the coloured cards to expand over the sunrise.

THE END

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Ion and Irena stood to thier feet and began clapping enthusiastically

Dinu was standing over the edge looking down from the boote and Omar was busy messaging on his pager

"Well what did you think of that my foriegn friends?" said Ion still hyped up by what he had seen

"Yes that would have to be one of the best mass performances in our socialist history! They seem to be getting better each year!" said Irena

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The Ixanian delegation was quite pleased with the Bulgislavian display of solidarity and unity as it reminded them of the public displays they would see from time to time in the Ixanian Empire. Both nations had their share of mass performances. Svetlana smiled as she noticed the gymnastics girls coming out since she had been in an Ixanian team when she was a young woman while Ivan could remember seeing the Empress on her gymnastics team since Ivan had served in the Imperial Court since the Empress was a thirteen year old princess. Ivan and Svetlana, when the performance was finished, both commended Ion and Irena for taking them to such a wonderful show of Bulgislavian talent. Svetlana noticed that Omar was not really paying attention; she was actually sitting quite close to him and looked very beautiful. Of course, if Omar did try anything, he'd answer not only to her and Ivan but to the entire Ixanian government. If he did anything, the entire visit would be in vain.

"Shall we return back to our humble abode?" Svetlana asked Ion.

"Yes let us return back to the Hall of the Party. We will all rest up. Tomorrow we have planned no travels but possable a day of rest or maybe some political meetings in which we may sign some diplomatic agreements and help stregnthen relations?" said Ion

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Later that night Ion was siting in the Presidential Office. An aide was standing beside him

"Comrade Leader. All in all the economy is growing nicely. Infact the last time Bulgislavia saw this level of economic growth was in 1978" said the Aide astonished

"No dout the export drive is to thank for a growing economy. What percentage is the economy actually growing?" asked Ion

"Um...... Well its only growing at 1.8% but look on the bright side you've turned around over 30 years of negative growth. The future is only to be brighter" said the aide

"Ok.... ok things are getting better" Ion was a bit dissapointed at the economic results

Its true the economy was growing but real living standards were crumbling. The growth was entirly at the expense of the people as the country was being bleed dry to pay of foriegn debt and to build up a surplus and wealth
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"Yes let us return back to the Hall of the Party. We will all rest up. Tomorrow we have planned no travels but possable a day of rest or maybe some political meetings in which we may sign some diplomatic agreements and help stregnthen relations?" said Ion

"We would gladly appreciate a day of rest and would not mind getting into diplomatic work. It would be nice to deal with it all right away so we may focus on enjoying ourselves more in your nation." Svetlana said with a smile.

The next day the Bulgislavian leadership prepared the Conference room in the Hall of the Party. On bother sides of the long, rectacular table were the flags of Bulgislavia and Neo-Ixania. this was where the Negotiations would take place for future trade and diplomatic agreements for today.

A note had been left with the Neo-Ixanian's to head up to the Conference room when they were ready

OOC: We can say this happened a long time before the recent stuff that happened to your nation.

It did not take long for Svetlana and Ivan to come down to the Conference Room in their best suits and with smiles upon their faces, they took their seats and waited to begin the meeting. Both of them looked confident and hoped nothing would go wrong.

Omar, Irena and Ion were outside the Hall

"Omar where have you been dear!? We brought you here becuase when you become president you will need to go through this sort of thing!" growled Irena

"Oh shut up mum! I was with a girl...." Omar was cut in by an enraged Irena

"Your always with a girl you filthy slut! You think anyone will follow you when you behave like a spoilt play boy!"

"Hey, Shut your face. You know I need my fix. I wash my prick in thier C***'s"

"Shut up both of you" said Ion proceeding into the conference room

Irena hissed at Omar
"Are you such an idiot!?"

The three sat opposite the Ixanian Delegation as well as some other Bulgislavian's"

"Lets get this meeting underway. First is there anything you want to clear up? any questions?" said Ion

Ivan and Svetlana were just about to say that they had arrived for the meeting when they began to overhear the verbal debate between their hosts and their son which made Ivan smirk a little while Svetlana was just silent. It made her wonder, in fact, if Omar would try to get into bed with her and that was something she did not feel like producing. Once the meeting did get underway, they both put the debate at the back of their minds and looked upon the Bulgislavians with stoic looks. "We would like to arrange the exchange of embassies as well as the establishment of trade. It is possible, as well, for you or Bulgislavian diplomats to visit Ixania in order to strengthen and consolidate our nation's relations." Ivan said with a smile before Svetlana took over.

"I think that our nations should try to prevent the escalation of ideological feuds due to our differences when it comes to such things. We would not want to be at debates over whose government system is better over and over again. Making sure this does not happen is one thing that I think should be a priority."

Ivan and Svetlana were just about to say that they had arrived for the meeting when they began to overhear the verbal debate between their hosts and their son which made Ivan smirk a little while Svetlana was just silent. It made her wonder, in fact, if Omar would try to get into bed with her and that was something she did not feel like producing. Once the meeting did get underway, they both put the debate at the back of their minds and looked upon the Bulgislavians with stoic looks. "We would like to arrange the exchange of embassies as well as the establishment of trade. It is possible, as well, for you or Bulgislavian diplomats to visit Ixania in order to strengthen and consolidate our nation's relations." Ivan said with a smile before Svetlana took over.

"I think that our nations should try to prevent the escalation of ideological feuds due to our differences when it comes to such things. We would not want to be at debates over whose government system is better over and over again. Making sure this does not happen is one thing that I think should be a priority."


"Yes, yes I totally agree" said Irena in a honeyed tone

"Well Trade and a stregnthening of relations is what is on my mind. I accept that we have different Ideologies and I havnt given it a single thought which proves I deeply wish to become closer friends"

"When will the world wake up and say 'fine thier communists but at least there our friends'" added Irena

Omar sat there fiddling with a pen with a sulking expression on his face

"So I agree to the establishing of ambassies, as for trade we should get to the details of that and also a state visit to Neo Ixania is a most welcomed idea" said Ion

"Yes, yes I totally agree" said Irena in a honeyed tone

"Well Trade and a stregnthening of relations is what is on my mind. I accept that we have different Ideologies and I havnt given it a single thought which proves I deeply wish to become closer friends"

"When will the world wake up and say 'fine thier communists but at least there our friends'" added Irena

Omar sat there fiddling with a pen with a sulking expression on his face

"So I agree to the establishing of ambassies, as for trade we should get to the details of that and also a state visit to Neo Ixania is a most welcomed idea" said Ion

Ivan smiled.

"Her Majesty's Government desires our two nations to be close friends despite our ideological differences and would not mind hosting a state visit for you and your lovely wife. We would like to know, though, when would be an acceptable time for you to visit our beloved nation. As for trade and the like, I am ready to sign a treaty for that...."

OOC: Will we be RPing their visit?

Irena let out a huge smile at the thought of a state visit to a foriegn nation

"yes, yes a visit to Neo Ixania would be brilliant!" she said

"Um lets see.... A good date? Can we get back to you on that one?" said Ion

"We will get back to you tomorrow.... possably some time today?" said Irena

"Will I get to go?" asked Omar

"Shhhhh!" hissed Irena

"While were gone the reigns of power are passed onto you!" said Irena

"Infact I think this meeting should be talking about a state visit to Neo Ixania!" said Irena

"But dear...." Ion was interupted

"Darling! The talk of trade and diplomacy can wait for when we are in Neo Ixania" said Irena

(OOC: I supose we could say the state visit took place in early July? while they were still living and in power haha)

Irena let out a huge smile at the thought of a state visit to a foriegn nation

"yes, yes a visit to Neo Ixania would be brilliant!" she said

"Um lets see.... A good date? Can we get back to you on that one?" said Ion

"We will get back to you tomorrow.... possably some time today?" said Irena

"Will I get to go?" asked Omar

"Shhhhh!" hissed Irena

"While were gone the reigns of power are passed onto you!" said Irena

"Infact I think this meeting should be talking about a state visit to Neo Ixania!" said Irena

"But dear...." Ion was interupted

"Darling! The talk of trade and diplomacy can wait for when we are in Neo Ixania" said Irena

(OOC: I supose we could say the state visit took place in early July? while they were still living and in power haha)

OOC: Sounds alright. Would you want to RP it though?

Ivan smiled at his hosts.

"Perhaps you both may come to our nation in the next couple of days once you have made all the necessary preparations in your nation. You would be more than able to discuss trade and diplomacy in our nation but you would be able to enjoy yourselves as well like we have in Bulgislavia. Do you have any questions?"

(OOC: Yeah I would like to RP it.... Sometime I regreet killing off Ion and Irena so early on in thier rule becuase I made them so stupid and strange hahaha they are fun to RP)

"Yes I would like to visit in a couple of day after the state visit here.... I'll let my aides ask all the questions for ask after this meeting"

A Cigouirva agent came intothe conference room and called over Irena

"What is it?" she asked

"We have your recordings of Valentina" said the Cigouirva agent

"Oh the little minx! What amorous adverntures did the little minx get up to this week.... hahah the Little Minx, we give her a position in the party and in return she goes around hiking her skirt up for every Tarzan that shoots her a smile hahaha"

She snatched the tapes off the Cigouirva agent, then she leant over to the agent

"Tell me what do you think she sounds like in the sack... haha the Minx she squeals every time"

"Um comrade Mother of All Bulgislavian's we couldnt get all of the recordings of her beacause she left Terevesti in the weekend to see her mother" said the agent

Irena's face then went red and she turned to the Neo Ixanians and gave a small bow and then dragged the agent out of the door

"I dont care wheather she is out of the country! She is a party member and we ought to watch her!" Irena then stormed back into the conference room holding the recording of Valentina's sexual encounters

(Irena use to listen to the recordings in her office for her own entertainment)
Then she stumbled across another tape and she held it up with a smile on her face

"Oh look its Mrs Veresco's recordings haha... Do you mind if I give her a quick call?" she said taking out her cell phone

"Hello Mrs Veresco. How are you darling, its Irena. I havnt seen you in ages, The last time i saw you you looked so beutiful.... yes like a little virgin all covered in pimples..... Still not having sex? well Is supose at 75 its not all that fun is it? Oh... Your only 55? Sorry I didnt know..." there was a click on the other end which meant Mrs Veresco hung up on Irena

Irena just laughed

"Oh I cant believe that womens chastity its unnatural... If she's not careful her vagina will close in and she will never be able to have sex hahaha.... Now anyway where are we?"

A smirk was coming across Ions face and you could tell he was trying to prevent an outbreak of hystirics