At the massive palace that was the Riekondeg Citadel, home of the Wolfussian Nationalist Party, workers dressed in black jumpsuits were putting up an excess of dark blue banners, depicting the symbols of Wolfussia. The regular blocks of soldiers marched in the courtyard, but they wore more colourful uniforms, their usual black combat dress replaced with blue detailing on the chest and limbs.
In fact, the whole city of Ironwulf-Byun was being transformed, the dark streets and massive factories being decorated with flags and fresh propaganda. The large pyramid structures scattered around the city called ministries were handing out normal daily rations, but with a flask of gin in each package. The people of the city, usually quiet and reserved, were talking in the streets. Men in military uniforms stood on makeshift stages on many street corners, speaking into megaphones to curious crowds. The screens that adorned the skyscrapers showed images of Wolfussian soldiers smiling and smiling, riding tanks into towns of crying masses. They showed videos of formations of soldiers marching into broken cities, raising Wolfussian flags and forcing ragged looking enemy soldiers to walk to their imprisonment.
A large crowd of citizens was gathering outside the Riekondeg citadel, flanked on both sides by blocks of soldiers. A figure appeared on the balcony of the citadel, wearing some sort of ceremonial armour. The persons face was completely obscured, and several other people appeared on either side of the lead, dressed in black military uniforms and dark blue masks.
The armoured person raised its arms, and the crowd cheered extremely loudly. The person spoke, and it was obvious that it was a woman under the armour, but the voice was strong, and commanded authority.
"Sons and Daughters of Oceania!" Boomed the voice, as the soldiers simultaneously saluted the woman.
"Today, as I am sure all patriotic citizens know, we have obliterated the last city held by the abomination some call the 'Communist Brotherhood'! This rebellious organization, which sprouted in our southern provinces, fought against the fury and determination of the Wolfussian forces for almost seven years! Though they took cities, burned flags, and killed soldiers, we have destroyed them!
Their last city was taken by the jäger division of our ground forces last week, after a lengthy bombardment by our air force and artillery. The culprits of this rebellion were found in the city, and have been transported here, to our capitol city. These terrorists will be punished, in due time.
Now, I have instructed the ministries of culture to include victory gin in your rations. You, the people of our glorious state, have truly won this victory just as much as the soldiers who brought fear into the hearts of the rebels.
Rejoice, my people! Death has been brought to traitors, stability has been won, and victory is ours!"
The crowd erupted into fanatic cheering and clapping, along with many Wolfussian salutes to the woman standing on the balcony.
The Alpha-Venneskelig, absolute leader of Wolfussia and the woman that just delivered the speech on the balcony, walked back away from the roar of the crowd. The group of people in masks followed her, and they entered a room with nothing but a few guards and a large table inside it. The Alpha sat in the lead chair, and the masked delegation took their places in various places around the table.
They were the High Nationalist Council, all head-Utøvendes of one of the ministries in Wolfussia. Directly opposite to the Alpha, sat the Kansler of Wolfussia, and head of the High Nationalist Council. His mask was not expressionless, rather it depicted a snarling and angry expression.
"The council still believes that asking foreigners to enter Wolfussia is a bad idea. Even though we have won a great victory, I believe we can celebrate without alien nations in our glorious nation." Said the masked Kansler, with the rest of the delegation nodding.
The Alpha shook her head, saying "We must try to build alliances with other nations. I doubt many will even arrive in our hallowed halls, as many see us as a mass of insane fascists. On the other hand, I am the Alpha-Venneskelig of this nation, and you must do what I say."
The Kansler sighed noticeably, and said "I will send the invitations."
OFFICIAL STATE MESSAGE
GLORY AND HONOUR ABOVE ALL ELSE!
Som det var før , som det er nå , fover i herlighet!
To all foreign powers,
We are very pleased to announce that after nearly seven years of fighting, our government has defeated the terrorists that call themselves the "Brotherhood". In celebration of this event, we are hosting a diplomatic dinner.
Wolfussia has been closed to foreigners for almost two decades now, and our state has decided to end this isolation with this singular event.
We search for better diplomatic ties with some nations, trading union, or any other alliances proposed.
We hope to see you at the Riekondeg Citadel, and glory to your nation!
~Kansler of Wolfussian Oceania
