"What do you MEAN South Donese isn't a credible state?" Richie demanded, slamming his hand down on the pristine wodden table, knocking over a set of SDU flags over "Do we not have land, language AND history? What else do you demand?" he questioned the Salvanian delegate. The history between Salvania and South Don was twisted with betrayal and hatred. South Don was colonised by Salvania in the early 1700's before an influx of Salvanians immigrants arrived hearing of the large coal and gold reserves the nation possessed, however this was done upon the backs of the native South Donese which had led to tension between the white and native populations.
"I mean sir, that you are still a dominion of the Salvanian Empire and as such you listen to us and we refuse to grant you any sort of independence, perhaps in the future, but not now" the Salvanian replied
"This is the FIFTH time you have done this to us! Each time it is refused and put off, is toying with a possible nation fun for you then?" Richie questioned, getting up and walking up to the delegates face
"The financial situation, as you are FULLY aware, in Salvania is poor and as such we need access to the Empires reserves to maintain stability"
"Leuens!" Richie cried "You do not believe we are capable to govern ourselves because of our...system of governance. Has your king not suggested MULTIPLE TIMES that we work to include the blacks? Perhaps you fail to realise they are incapable of running a modern, developed nation." Richie added, watching the sweat drip from the delegates face.
"You have our answer" the Salvanian replied, before walking briskly out. Fine. If the Salvanians wanted to play this game, then he would too.
Two hours later, Huis van Verteenwoordigers
The House was an interesting place. Constructed of polished oak wood, it had been carved to represent animals native to the nation, with springbok heads being the ends of the banisters and scenes of nature occupied the walls. The chairs were of light green leather and a wooden table stood in the centre, with the Constitution carved into all four lower sides and the actual piece held under a thick glass layer at the top. Standing at on the Southern Side, the spot where the leading parting is seated, he held in his hand a piece of paper while the eyes of the Representatives looking at him in curiosity.
"Respective delegates" he began with a confident tone in his voice "I stand before you a proud yet sad man. Today I met with the Salvaian Governor of the South Donese Union in which he refused AGAIN to grant our great nation and its mandate independence," boos began to become audible as he said this, although the resided as he raised his hand "but I tell you this. I REFUSE to listen to the man from a nation that thinks the blacks can run a modern country, I REFUSE to listen to a nation that has taken others by force and I REFUSE to listen to the nation that has lied to us FIVE TIMES! In my hand I hold the Deceleration of Independence which guarantees us OUR RIGHTFUL INDEPENDENCE!" Cheers began to rise loudly from the group while slurs were hurled at the stunned Governor, although they again resided as he lifted his hands "I warn you though, the Empire has refused to grants us independence and as such they will be willing to fight against the dreams of the people. So prepare, for war is about to come upon us" he said, his words lingering in the air, the silence broken only by the sound of the Governor retreating from the Hall and, presumably, to Salvania to report the Declaration.