NationStates Jolt Archive

"Thank God I don't have to fly anywhere this time," said Prince Johannes. He absentmindedly brushed imaginary dust from his suit.

The short, rather stocky woman next to him, his Minister of Diplomacy, asked "Are you afraid of flying, sir?"

"Nope. I just hate that tiny little jet they make me fly in. Honestly I ought to just sell it," said the Prince. "Sam, which gate are they coming in at? What's my schedule say?"

The twenty-something young man looked at the PDA he was holding. "2:15, arrive at Princess Anne de Vaar International Airport," the senior aide to the Prince. "2:25, greet the incoming diplomats at gate 17, then proceed to limo. The limo is waiting right outside the terminal. 2:40, we arrive at the Constitution Room, that room in the Hall of Legislature that you seem to like to call 'That room where they sign things'."

"Thank you, Mr. Bakker, for your daily dose of cheeky smart-arsery," said the Prince. "Ah, here we are." The waiting area was completely clear, except for a few members of the Vaarshire national military police, the National Marechaussee. It was always wise to appear secure. "Now, we wait for our friends from Asiom."

The Sultan V55 jet cruiser arrived in the airstrip of the Princess Anne de Vaar
International Airport. As it landed, the Prince of Vaarshire waved his hands in
the air as the first wheels of the jet made contact with the clean asphalt
of the airstrip.

The jet stopped and all press were taking pictures. The Prince and his Minister
of Diplomacy stood ground at the end of the carpet, where the Asiom diplomats
would arrive into.

As Jordan Gutamac stepped out of the retractable staircase of the door, he
smiled passionately, praising a safe arrival. He waved hands at all the
citizens of Vaarshire. Cameras were flashing everywhere and loud comm-
otion lay about in every crowd.

The ambassador of Vaarshire, accompanied with his set of diplomats, walked
down the stairs and strolled through the carpet, smiling happily and shaking
hands.

"Hello Prince Johannes. I'm Jordan Gutamac. Vaarshire is a very beautiful
and exquisite country, your citizens are very very kind." Jordan said.

Prince Johannes smiled as he held out his hand. "Thank you. I like to think so," he said. "The lovely lady next to me is Henrietta van der Pohl, the Minister of Diplomacy. And the young man on my other side is Sam Bakker, my senior aide. If you and your delegation would be so kind, we have a limo waiting to take us to the Hall of Legislature. We'll be dicussing the agreements and eventually signing them in the very room where Vaarshire's Constitution was discussed and signed."

"Hello Ms. Henrietta van der Pohl and good afternoon to you Mr. Sam Bakker."
said the leader of the diplomats.

The ambassadors and diplomats shook hands with the two aides of the Prince.

"Now please, let us begin our endorsement and signing of the agreements."
said Jordan

The entourage of officials left the airport and went inside their limos, where
they were being transported to the Hall of Legislature, the setting of the event.

The Constitution Room was a large one, with marble floors and painted like the flag of Vaarshire- horizontal stripes of orange, white and red. Benches were on the sides of the room, and in the center was a large, wooden table with plush red chairs around it. Behind the table were two flagpoles, each with the flag of one of the nations.

Upon the table were two large, ornate looking documents. Prince Johannes walked up the table and asked "Welcome to the birthplace of the Principality," he said. "Shall we get started on our treaties?"

OoC: Im sorry the forums were down so I had to write this all over again.


As the Asiom diplomatic officials began to walk to the Hall of Legislature, they
could not stop and look at the marvelous paintings, the shiny floors that
almost looked like mirrors, and the theme of the compound, which was grand.

"Yes, let's begin signing the treaty" said Jordan Gutamac

One of the diplomats took the Asiom copy and read the entire pact.

"The Non-Aggression Pact of the Democratic Republic of Asiom and the Principality of Vaarshire,
nicknamed the Treaty of Friendship, is the sole pact that keeps peace between these two nations.
This pact states that signing this, you agree to never attack each nation under any circumstances,
with the use of conventional military warfare, or military action for short. This agreement is mutual
once both participating nations sign the document.

Should this Non-Aggression Pact be violated, whether the Democratic Republic of Asiom attacks
the Principality of Vaarshire or the Principality of Vaarshire attacks the Democratic Republic of Asiom
through military action, this agreement will be labled as null and void, losing it's credibility and
purpose since it has been violated. If this agreement is violated, another pact must be made in order
to make this pact valid once more. This pact also gives the right of any of the two nations who have
been attacked by the other participant to retaliate and respond through conventional military action.
Embargoes and other internal tactics used to damage the infrastructure of each of the two nations
will not be held valid and will have no purpose in this pact. This pact will be subjected to copyright
laws of these two nations, if it maintains any. By signing this document (pact), with the representation
of your nation and it's people, the nation you represent agrees to and will follow these principles."

"There will be two copies of this pact, one for Vaarshire and one for Asiom." said Jordan

Jordan grabbed the Prince Johannes Edition Vaarshire pen and signed his
name.

x Jordan Gutamac

x The Democratic Republic of Asiom and it's people

The diplomat handed the Vaarshire Edition, which contained an English
version as well as Dutch*.

OOC: Just for future reference, the two languages in Vaarshire are English and Dutch.

Prince Johannes read the pact over, and nodded. "Very good." He grabbed one of the supplied pens and signed his name.

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Representing the Nation and People of the Principality of Vaarshire

The two later shaked each other's hands and took a picture, donning the
pacts in their arms.

The Asiomite ambassador and his group of diplomats and security that followed
him held a press conference, asking questions and bringing up topics of great
importance. A luncheon was made, and all types of delicacies were served.

After the luncheon, the ambassador left the Hall of Legislature, arrived at
Princess Anne de Vaar International Airport, and took off.

Diplomatic ties with Vaarshire grew immensely.

OOC: If only actual diplomacy was that fast.