Howesia
22-01-2009, 22:51
Outside Chelsea International Airport, the President of Howesia, Jonathen Roberts and the Prime Minister of Howesia, Danny O'Brien stood out in the cool, clear night, despite it being winter. There was a slight breeze in the air which spread the cold air through the area, but the pair didn't care.
Whenever the King of Lundastal arrived, he would be transported to the Presidental Mansion, whenever a short - or long, depending on the King's taste for food and drink - would take place, then a conference where O'Brien would represent Howesia and the King Lundastal.
"How long?" asked Roberts, realising he had forgotten his watch.
O'Brien hadn't. "Five, ten minutes."
JUst then, for the first time in 2009, a snowflake dropped in Howesia.
It's snowing, thought O'Brien, allowing himself a smile. How wonderful.
In a matter of minutes, the snow was falling heavy. It was either global warming at work here or God smiling upon this meeting.
Whenever the King of Lundastal arrived, he would be transported to the Presidental Mansion, whenever a short - or long, depending on the King's taste for food and drink - would take place, then a conference where O'Brien would represent Howesia and the King Lundastal.
"How long?" asked Roberts, realising he had forgotten his watch.
O'Brien hadn't. "Five, ten minutes."
JUst then, for the first time in 2009, a snowflake dropped in Howesia.
It's snowing, thought O'Brien, allowing himself a smile. How wonderful.
In a matter of minutes, the snow was falling heavy. It was either global warming at work here or God smiling upon this meeting.