Canton Protocol | Imperial Fatherland Only

[The Union of China]

Canton, Guangdong
July 1st 1965

The sprawling metropolis of Canton straddles the majestic Pearl River, and stands as the jewel of southern China. Canton has a history of over 2,200 years and was a major terminus of the maritime Silk Road, and now becomes a terminus of global socialism.
It was proclaimed that the ageing Comecon, formed in 1949, had died, and a successor was required to unite the nations of the communist world. President Deng Xiaoping had been the first to step up, offering Canton as the focal point of a grand organisation, combining military, economic and political strengths in a transcontinental alliance.

Despite a catastrophic earthquake in Canton back in March, the grandeur of the city remains, and the new CAPSAT complex, nickenamed “the Halls of the Internationale”, had been completed. A towering 30 storey block of silvery glass, an epitome of past war modernist architecture, it was to be the headquarters of the alliance, where over the next week the leaders of Socialism will convene and discuss the terms of the Canton Protocol.

During the Protocol each leader and their nations representatives will reside at the CAPSAT complex, and spend several days putting forward their plans and preferences on what the alliance should consist of, how it should work. Then the nations will spend time deliberating and compromising, until a Charter can be written up, on which each nation can agree on. The Protocol shall end with the formation of the Canton Protocol Strategic Allaince Treaty, and the death of its ailing predecessor, Comecon.

[The Union of China]

CAPSAT Complex, Canton
01/07/65

Paramount Leader Deng Xiaoping, Premier Lin Biao and Foreign Minister Chen Yi were waiting in the foyer of the main building, a grand vestibule of marble, adorned with gold leaf and huge murals on the wall. A large granite bust of Karl Marx’s head sat before the main staircase staring at everyone who entered the buildings main doors.

The three statesmen were awaiting the arrival of foreign leaders, particularly the Soviet delegation. Dozens of expensive armoured Government limousines were to drive delegates from the Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport to the CAPSAT complex, for everyone to meet for a splendid feast in the evening where pleasantries could be exchanged.

Lin Biao leant over to Chen Yi, whispering in his ear;
”Guess whos’ got a bet on Dum Fuk for tommorows Judo championships?”

Chen Yi sniggered; ”Ha, you’ve got no chance. He’ll probably get disqualified for trying to mount the other contestants again. I’ve got twenty thousand Yuan on Chew Kok Long, nobody can survive his Sumi Otoshi”.

”Yeah good luck with him, I could get him arrested for indecent exposure to minors before the tournament. Ha, that wouldn’t be the first time, remember Chin Tu Fat, the sumo wrestler? I made up some allegations and got him imprisoned before a competition last year for sliding his hand down Mao’s wife’s blouse.
I still lost all my bets on the next best guy in that competition too.”

”Speaking of sliding hands down blouses, have you seen the waitresses at the feast tonight?”, said Chen. ”I’m damn lucky my wife’s not here, because I’m going to feast myself on one of those beauties after the feast”

”I’ve already got the cute Korean one with the nice ass reserved” , said Premier Lin Biao sniggering.

At that point Deng shot them some icy glances, ”Pay attention, the first delegates have arrived”, he nodded out the doors, where a motorcade had stopped, and the chauffeurs opened the doors for the first Foreign statesmen to enter the building.

[Sovetskiye Sotsialisty]

The Sheathed Sword
Собраться вместе – это начало

Anton Yaneznayu was sitting in his ZIL-111 limousine, lighting a cuban he produced from his jacket's inner pocket, no doubt to ease his stomach after his flight from Sheremetyevo International on the dreaded Tu-114, which he was meaning to replace for some proper presidential aircraft, not a "commandeered commercial plane" as he often put it. While the cushioned interiors may have been too comfortable for Comrade Gromyko who had just been to the Gala in Freice, since he was nearly asleep beside the First Secretary, Yaneznayu was wide awake and alert, peeking through the car's privacy curtains, looking with suspicion at the rooftops of buildings between the Guangzhou Baiyun International Airport and the so-called "Halls of the Internationale", a name he couldn't help but snicker at. He hadn't been alerted to any security threats, nor were they expected in another Communist nation, but one more pair of eyes besides the ones in the Chaikas surrounding the limousine couldn't hurt.

The Foreign Minister woke up for enough time to provocatively question if the First Secretary thought the Chinese were trying to dethrone him as leader of Global Communism, to which Anton replied with a single word, and kept peeking through the curtains drawn slightly by his index finger. "Well, that explains why you accepted it so openly, Tosha." replied his comrade, with a slight hint of irony, before going back to sleep. Tosha punched Andryusha on the leg, looking sternly at him "You can't talk to me like that now, I am the First Secretary of the Central Committee of the Communist Party.", which made them both laugh like everytime Anton said it. They had first met when Andrei became the Soviet Ambassador to Germany, when Anton was still a field agent for the Committee for State Security. They were now much older, but acting much younger.

...

The convoy stopped. The First Secretary's bodyguards rushed out to the limousine in the middle. They had arrived.

"This is our stop. Get up." Yaneznayu slapped his Foreign Minister's leg once more, while his door was opened by a bodyguard. The First Secretary got out of the car and thanked him while fastening the top button of his jacket and moving around the car, towards the doors of the CAPSAT Complex. His Foreign Minister followed roughly a second behind, quickly saying if Tosha kept treating his leg like that he'd "have to get a new one" as he caught up with him, buttoning his jacket and quickly passing his hand through his hair. An interpreter followed closely behind them as they were escorted to the ostentatious gates of the Halls of the Internationale by several bodyguards in turtle formation; the two in the front opened the doors and stayed there while the First Secretary and Foreign Minister put their hands forward preparing for handshakes with the Chinese top brass. The Soviet First Secretary first shook the hand of his Chinese analogue, Paramount Leader Xiaoping, while his Foreign Minister went for Premier Biao. Two Russian bodyguards had entered the building with the Russian delegation, the remaining 6 stood guard outside.

"I take it you had a safe and enjoyable trip to these halls, Mr. Yaneznayu." said Paramount Leader Xiaoping, through the interpreter, with a very diplomatic smile.

"Ah, yes, quite enjoyable, Mr. Xiaoping." said the First Secretary, before Gromyko jumped in with "The damage from the recent earthquake was barely noticeable, I guess the Soviet aid was put to good work, ha?", in a very friendly tone, which the interpreter was having a hard time translating.

The Chinese Foreign Minister answered "Ah yes, it was very helpful, Mr. Gromyko, but the merit must go to the efficient Chinese proletarians! Despite most of the city being left in ruins, we managed to rebuild it with unparalleled speed!", which the Premier completed with "This speedy rebuild has not diminished the quality of the buildings, with these amazing halls being prime example of this!" being answered with "Oh yes, we can see that! What is this, marble?" as Gromyko tried to keep the conversation going to the despair of the frail interpreter, forced to juggle both languages extremely quickly.

Anton noticed the bust of Marx and walked to it suddenly, staring at it for a few seconds with the bust looking back at him, staring through his soul. Despite being made of granite, it looked like flesh in everything but color. A lot of work had obviously been put into it. Beneath it could be read the famous and inspiring rallying cry of communism in its original German, "Proletarier aller Länder vereinigt Euch!", and translated into Russian and English, with a few extra translations which the First Secretary didn't immediately recognize. He sketched a smile and put his hand on the base of the bust.

"We should do our best to make this man proud, huh?"

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[Diteufel]

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[Oceanyka]

CAPSAT Complex, Canton
01/07/65
Note: Due to OOC reasons we'll assume this guy's plane was headed towards Canton instead.

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Like a bird with a crippled wing the modified B-17 bomber managed to limp towards the city of Guangzhou, also known as Canton. It is here where a new International would be formed. Unlike the bickering associations of the past, this would be a full supranational body capable of standing up to the German-American order. The pilot, wounded in the hip, did what she could. Flaps down, landing gear out- hydraulics failing. Two wheels is enough. Nose up.

The duralumin frame made contact with the airport's asphalt, sending billions of sparks flying around. If anything it was a great improvised breaking maneuver. Aside from some bruises, everyone inside was fine. Alerted by the Oceanykan authorites at home, Chinese emergency services immediately breached the aircraft to tend the wounded and retrieve the dead, or their parts. The nation's supreme representative himself, Alan Redfort, refused better medical care in favour of an arm brace, a drink from a canteen, rubbing some liquor into it and a quick stitching as was customary in Oz. Time was of the essence. The dedicated transport, an unarmed PLA Type 63, had been waiting for a few hours. Due to one engine being blown to bits, the estimated time for arrival was only slightly incorrect. While military vehicles were somewhat of a universal custom in Oceanyka, there was a reason for this. When in Rome as they say, but not today.

Despite the Chinese Communist Party's iron fist rule, only somewhat softened in recent times due to Deng Xiaoping's liberalisation reforms, there were things some sectors of the Chinese population would not tolerate. While most Oceanykans lack complete self-awareness of a particular fact, politicians and others who frequent the exterior know it very well. In the eyes of the world, Australia is an anomaly. A barbarity, a place with a complete lack of morals or order. Understandably many Chinese people thought it would be ridiculous for the People's Republic to pursue any further relations with that thing. Even hardcore Marxists, by all accounts excellent members of the Party, were against the idea fervently. After all, the People's Party of Oceanyka wasn't technically Marxist, or Leninist, or Marxist-Leninist. In fact, apparently it wasn't even whatever Syndicalism they proclaimed. The country was as anarchic and corrupt as it was before, the only difference is now they could spread that filth around the globe. Including China, some feared.

The distance from the airport to the building was only 4km, but that was enough. The entire planned route was swarmed with protesters. In the first kilometer it was only yelling, signs, some tried to block the armoured vehicle but scurried when it got too close. In the second kilometre they started throwing rocks, using firework rocket launchers. The yells got louder, surrounding the whole city in the melody of civil disobedience. Riot police were called to subdue the actors with non-lethal force. In the third kilometre they started throwing molotov cocktails. That's when the PLA squads deployed, holding off the protesters from the route. By the fourth kilometre, when the complex was in sight, they got desperate to stop the vehicle. From the crowd a few shot-like sounds came out, the PLA infantry began firing warning shots into the air and windows. The fourth kilometre was silent, all protestors had been dispersed by physical coercion. The transport reached its destination. A gigantic concrete building rife with red flags; the recent earthquake had given the architects leeway to make it prettier with some extra funds and time. Hurting somewhat from a crippled shoulder, the Chancellor stepped out. In the distance yelling and the occasional shot could be heard. Maybe they had a point, maybe the madness was contagious.

"But that doesn't really matter to us, does it?"

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Note: I recommend we get started with the negotiations. I was exceedingly late, but assume you want to get this properly started too.

[Bulgarissia]

Canton Protocol, Canton, Guangdong 01/97/1965

General Secretary Zhivkvov arrived with his cavalcade of Bulgarian delegates in large black coaches that had carried them from the airport. All of his associates were hardly awake, having endured a 12 hour flight from Sofia, and walked out of their vehicles lethargically. Ivan Hristov Bashev is one of Zhivkovs closest allies, and has been regarded as Bulgaria’s “most remarkable Foreign Minister ever”, having recently dropped many of the nations visa restrictions. He and Zhivkov had taken some powerful sedatives the night before, allowing them to gain some sleep on the aircraft, and so walked up to the Chinese President energetically.

Zhivkov: Mr President, what an honour to finally meet you.

The Chinese potentate and Zhivkov embraced each other, whilst Hristov shook the hand of Premie Lin Biao.

The four men talked for several minutes via their interpreters, Zhivkov telling Deng about how beautiful he found the city of Canton, and congratulated him on the work at building the CAPSAT complex. But he could not help but lie. Although the gold leafed complex was indeed astonishing, the city of Canton was in a dire state, and Zhivkov feared it may reflect every other settlement in the Middle Kingdom. Though much of the current damage was due to the recent devastating earthquake, Zhivkov knew that twenty years of Maosist policies had created the shanty towns through whiched he passed, and scarred the forourn faces of the Chinese citizens that had stared longingly through his coach’s window. Bulgaria had often been described as one of the only successful socialist nations, with its higher standards of living, lack of corruption and virtually complete inequality, and maybe that was why he felt shook by the sight of the destitute poverty on the cities outskirts.
After embracing President Deng, he and his delegates went to their rooms, where they would reside for the next few days.

Hristov: Pleasant man Deng isn’t he. Far more loquacious than Mao.

Hristov threw his luggage onto the floor and fell into his king sized bed.

Zhivkov: God I could hardly stand Mao and his constant talk about disembowling nationalists. With their current leader being somewhat sane, China is in good hands.

Hritsov: Could do with being in good hands, we both saw the state the city’s in.

Zhivkov nodded agreeably.

Zhivkov: True, this nation has far to come, but Dengs making much progress. And this new alliance will benefit them greatly. And us too of course. I don’t see how it could go wrong.

Hristov: I do.

Zhivkov seemed confused

Zhivkov: How so?

Hristov: Come on, you know that China and the Soviets are wary of each other. Both want hegemony, but are too afraid to say that they rule the communist world. They can either iron out a solid agreement over the next few days, or the split will come inevitable and they’ll turn against each other. And you know if that happens, Bulgaria has to take a side.

Zhivkov looked down solemnly, understanding that this was the truth.

Zhivkov: Then I guess we have to make sure that this thing works don’t we?