The Grand Imperial Alliance
Prime Minister Natalio Graciano sat at his desk, quietly reflecting on the past few months Backatri had experienced a rise and fall, and he had managed to ride out the tumult unscathed. A few months ago, this very desk would have been crowded with reports on FARC and the civil war. Now, the largest worry was creating emission-free public transportation in the few Metropolises of the nation. Political stability was at an all-time high, and any uppity generals feeling the need to rule Backatri after defeating FARC had been moved to remote bases, or promoted into the government as his underlings.
The Prime Minister was growing old. He wore glasses to help his failing vision. His hair, already graying, had turned into a shock of white as the stress of the job grew on him. He was planning to retire following his term end. He had done enough for the nation. The Prime Minister looked up at the treaty on the wall. It was a reprint of the one he had signed years ago. The opening paragraph was simple, yet held so much promise:
The GIA was formed with the idea that member states have no legal obligation one to another, but are instead united by their differences in language, history and culture. But all member states shared the same vision of values of democracy, human rights and the rule of law. These values are enshrined in the GIA Charter and promoted by the Grand Olympic Games.
It was a noble organization. It had stood the test of time, and although its members were not always fond of one another, the world found itself in a moment of peace.