President's Office
"Robert, why are you taking a trip now? It's Christmas Eve and the people are expecting a Christmas morning address," Amanda Callican, the Consul Senatus, sat back in the president's favorite easy chair as she eyed him warily. He palmed his face as he leaned forward on his desk.
"With all due respect, Consul," President Vale stood up and grabbed a bottle from his alcohol cabinet, "Your area of expertise is passing laws. As the president, it's my job to establish foreign relations and trade agreements, or have you forgotten that I'm not one of your Senate lackeys?"
"Don't try that attitude with me," Amanda stood up, "Maybe you can push your staff around but I can grind this government to a halt at my earliest convenience if it suits me. Do not piss me off, Robert."
"Am I interrupting something, Mr. President?" Jefferson Smith, Highfort's foreign minister, gently opened the oak door to Robert's office and peeked inside, "I have a dossier prepared with all the nations I think would benefit our coffers."
"You can call me Robert," President Vale perked up at seeing his old friend, and he pulled two glasses from the cabinet. He turned to the Consul, "You, on the other hand, have just lost that privilege. Amanda, I'm taking this trip whether you like it or not. Now you're welcome to tag along as a show of unity, but that's your call, not mine. Jeff and I will be departing tomorrow afternoon - after that stupid Christmas address you keep telling me the people want to hear."
Jefferson slipped in, cradling a leather dossier filled to the brim with papers, "Oh, hello Amanda. How are you?"
"Cut the shit, Jefferson," she glared at him, "Why did you plan this?"
"I am the president's adviser," he coolly replied, "I do what he asks of me and offer my opinion when he requests it. It's neither my obligation nor my power to stop him from doing something that's perfectly constitutional."
"Oh, Jesus, he's got his arm right in your ass, hasn't he?" she palmed her face, "You don't seriously think this is a good idea?"
"Internal politics will destroy us if we don't find common ground," Robert cut in pouring cognac into both glasses before grabbing a third, "International relations can be that common ground. If we find a good ally and trade partner - just one - we can unite the people. The government will finally gain the legitimacy it's been looking for."
"Ally?" Amanda stood up, "Robert, I won't stand for any of your interventionist bullshit. We don't need to drag ourselves into someone else's wars. What we need right now is to focus on ourselves."
"If we don't look outward, the world will look toward us," Jefferson lay a hand on her shoulder, "If we remain isolated we are easy prey for larger nations. We need friends to watch our backs."
She glared at both men for a long moment before sighing, "Fine, I'll go to make sure you idiots don't muck this up. Where are we going?"
"I've set flight plans to multiple nations," Jefferson set the dossier down, the ledger landing with a hard thud on the wood table, "All I need is for you to choose one, Mr. President."
And so the room fell quiet as the three of them began perusing through each manilla folder, muttering amongst themselves about the advantages and consequences of each nation. Numerous drinks were poured, and several bottles of cognac set out in the hallway for the janitors to pick up. No one disturbed the intense concentration in the room.
"So it's settled, we go to Swith Witherward," Jefferson yawned as he checked his watch, "And not a moment too soon. If I were either of you, I'd be heading home right now. Have to be up early for the morning address."
Robert and Amanda yawned in-turn, both of them stumbling as they grabbed for coats and scarves. Three half-filled glasses still lay beneath the warm lamplight of Robert's desk, abandoned.
"You're a stubborn bastard, you know that?" Amanda shook as she walked out into the hallway, "You won't last four years with all these crazy schemes of yours."
"You leave my job to me," Robert replied, hanging on Jefferson's side, "I'll worry about my reelection. You just get your affairs in order for the flight this afternoon. Hope the Traditionalists don't eat us alive after they find out what we're doing."
"I've taken care of that," Jefferson helpfully interjected, "You'd be surprised what a few good dirty secrets can do for pacifying the opposition party."
"Ah, almost forgot the telegram," Robert stumbled back in and grabbed the crumpled paper, "Jeff, you mind typing this up and emailing it to the Swith Witherward government in the morning?"
He nodded.
From the Desk of President Robert Vale
To: The Diplomatic Ministry of Swith Witherward
Encryption Level: Discretionary
Subject: Establishing Diplomatic Relations
To whom it may concern,
The President of the Revolutionary Republic of Highfort wishes to offer you his most sincere greetings and desires the establishment of official relations between our two nations. He will be flying into your nation's airspace in the evening on December 25th, 2014, to meet with whomever you deem fit to send - leader, ambassador, diplomat, magistrate, or otherwise - and tour your great nation. We hope to establish not only diplomatic relations but mutually-beneficial trade relations with our two nations.
We hope this is not imposing and look forward to your reply.
Republic Today, Republic Forever.
Sincerely,
President Robert Vale