The New Earth in Newport [The New Earth only]

[The Canadiens]

Newport, New Britannia
Canada

It was a mild November morning at the seaside city of Newport, a city nestled on the northeastern shore of the Canadian Strait in Narragansett Bay. The city, famous for its colonial-European style architecture, naval war college, and general maritime culture, Newport was widely regarded as the "Sailing Capital of the World". Though the conclusion of summer brought an end for most of the local activities which to some made such a gathering there appea "a month late", the city continued to stay a vibrant center of Canadian culture in the general New English area especially as Autumn and the vibrant colours that came with the season reached its peak.

The purpose of this gathering would be to allow the leaders and other prominent officials of all nations to formally meet and later sit down to discuss the matters they deemed fit or wished to share with the rest of the world. Due to the nature of the individuals who would attend, the event would be hosted at "The Breakers", the largest and most spacious of the numerous large houses that dotted the ragged shoreline that overlooked the Canadian Strait. Though modest compared to what the Royal Family of Canada and most other leaders are used to, the building is well able to hold the gathering. The guests themselves would be housed at other various mansions in Newport or the surrounding area depending on their preference.

"Beautiful, is it not?" William, the sovereign of Canada, said looking towards the vast blue waters that sprawled before him, taking note of the several boats off in the horizon. "'Love to take a sail boat out if I knew I wouldn't freeze my tail off" he musing as he turned his attention back to the head servant who stood a few steps behind him. "Anyways, when should we be expecting our guests?"

"They shouldn't be too long now. Providence International is only a half hour's drive from here" he said checking his wrist watch before motioning the yard workers cleaning the fallen leaves to hasten.

"Good, you should continue making the finishing touches before we begin" he said refocusing on the ocean and crossing his arms. "Oh, and inform Mr. Tremblay that it's his turn to deal with meeting the guests this time around. Fetch me when we're ready to start."

"Aren't the Mounties handling most of that themselves?" he quietly said to himself before walking off.

OOC Note:

Hello! This is an Aeurian Summit (look it up in the previous RPs if you don't know what I'm talking about) style event, meaning we'll start with a ball and then later proceed towards the meeting in the following day.
Basic rules apply here, no assassinations and keep it civil. This is a general meet-and-greet for all of us to introduce new characters, bring in old ones, or perhaps both.
Let's make it happen people!

[Aeuria]

The Breakers, Newport
A small collection of antique state cars slowed to a halt outside the gates of the estate. Quickly identifying themselves, the convoy proceeded down the driveway before coming to a stop outside the entrance of the stately manor. Each of the Rolls-Royce sedans bore small state flags of the Most Serene Republic of Aeuria. Before the estate's footmen could react, formally uniformed men emerged from the lead and rear car, quickly taking positions near the center car.

Within the limousine Prince Lucien V carefully adjusted his bow tie as his companions patiently waited. Traveling with his usual security escort - who waited outside - the young sovereign was accompanied by Louis Primrose; the Duke of Rosebery and the Republic's Foreign Minister, Councilor Gregory Martin; a member of the powerful Council of 10 and the Prince's closest advisor, and Sir Jasper; a lifelong family servant and personal aide to Lucien.

"How's that Jasper?"

"Most excellent, Sir. The tuxedo suits you well." the white-haired aide replied. "As much as I am for admiring your handiwork, Sir, I do believe we've arrived."

"At your leisure, Your Highness." Councilor Martin noted as he peered at the building's architecture. "This building is quite beautiful."

With a final peer at his own reflection, Lucien nodded to Sir Jasper who promptly knocked on the window. Immediately, the car door was opened by one of the uniformed Aeurians who raised his arm in salute, yelling "Ave Dominus!" as he did so. The Prince stepped out of the car, straightening his vest as his companions quickly followed suit. "Come then gentlemen; the world awaits." Lucien said with a smile as he began a slow stroll towards the doors.

[The Scandinavians]

The Breakers, Newport
Oskar III, the newly crowned King of Scandinavia along with his wife and eldest son stepped out of the motor transport and proceeded towards the entrance of the building in front of them. Scandinavia had, for the past two decades under Oskar's father, remained in a relative state of isolation. Following his death and rise to power he was extremely eager to change this and establish connections with the outside world. Canada, a strong economic and political player in the grand scheme of things was of great interest to him and sought to do his best to promote new positive relations with the nation.

"Well, this is Canada." Oskar said as he straightened out his jacket and entering the house. "At least they have excellent taste in architecture."

"We're in one of the strongest nations in the world and the first thing that you note is their architecture?" replied his wife. "But I suppose you're right to a certain extent."

[Chunmei]

The Breakers, Newport

From a separate vehicle in the motorcade of shiny black cars came perhaps the most modestly-dressed figure in attendance that day. Practically shoving the left passenger door open in her eagerness, Chunmeian Empress Daeyang, who would no doubt be celebrating the 24th anniversary of her ascendance to the throne in a week's time, pulled herself out of the automobile and stood herself straight, wasting no time in checking out the scenery all around her while the slight breeze began blowing strands of her long black hair in her face. One might've said it was a bit like her in that it had been around for a respectably long time yet its full beauty had clearly never left it, though good luck finding anyone brave enough to say that to her face at risk of enduring more of her passionate and often self-deprecating speeches.

"No nasty beavers out here, Mr. Han. You can exit the car now," she said out loud as she tapped on the vehicle's rear window, obviously growing impatient at somebody's tardiness, or so she would have called it. Seconds later, the opposite passenger door opened and out stepped Han Yeong-sul, Chunmeian Foreign Minister and well-respected official in their home country. Daeyang took a moment to examine the man, ensuring he hadn't messed up his tie getting out of the car, then added, "...might've been a moose though."

"24 years on the throne and you still blather on like a giddy schoolgirl sometimes... ahem, your highness," Han responded, though Daeyang knew very well he was speaking with both respect and the usual pinch of dismay. He was an old acquaintance of their family, after all, so he afforded her plenty more leniency when it came to her free spirit personality.

"23 years, 11 months and... somewhere around twenty days, actually," the Empress corrected him, putting on her best mock frown as she did. Before the minister himself could respond, Daeyang had already begin walking towards the grand structure before them, taking in the colonial-era craftwork before them in her usual curious way.

[Mascargo]

The Breakers, Newport

Towards the rear of the procession of world leaders in the motorcade was the black sedan of the Mascargoan delegation. Little flags flew from the hood of the car, and the sleek black tinted windows did their best to hide the guests inside from view. Just around the bend they turned and arrived at the estate house where the Canadians had intended the session to take place. A world meeting; one that would surely be interesting with the lively images of the world leaders present.

Mascargo took little time to respond to the Canadian invitation. Rather they were pleased with the idea, the President of the State Duma eager to spend time abroad if it meant improving the international image of the country. And Mascargo needed it. The aged foreign giant was not the most peaceable nation in the world, nor was it the easiest to look upon, with its rampant problems and poor standard of living. Truthfully, in a meeting that would host the world’s elite, the wealthiest echelon of nations present, did the country feel inferior?

This was a rather significant question, one that the President pondered over in his thoughts as the sedan finally came to a halt.

“So we’ve arrived. The Canadian seaport resort; what a place to host a forum.”

President Varnava woke up from his trance, remembering that he wasn’t alone in the car. Where the presidency held significant power, and by all rights was a significant democratic institution, it was not the highest power in the land.

That resided in the throne, and the man who sat on it.

“Rustic.” Varnava responded. “I find it rather pleasant.”

Across from him was possibly the mightiest man in all of the Mascargoan nation. The Czar, the Cesar, the Emperor; it mattered not the name but the meaning behind it that carried weight. For Mascargo, in all of its glory and attempts at modernizing, was still an monarchial institution. An absolute one at that. And the power of the throne was invested in one individual: Stanis, of House Zoranov.

The two men exited the car quietly, glancing around the scenery of the town as they were escorted to the estate’s doors. The Emperor wore a traditional Karrish military uniform, a dark-red and gold threaded cherkeska covered by a loose officer’s robe. In contrast, Varnava was simply in a grey business suit, a small pendent of the Mascargoan flag upon his breast.

The President looked around one last time at the surrounding bay area, taking in a breath of the fresh air before entering with Stanis.

[Medanat Yisrael]

The Breakers, Newport

A group of sleek black cars pulled up towards the mansion where the meeting would be held. Unlike the other motorcades that arrived briefly before theirs, the Yisraeli vehicles were much more modest and lacked many of the typical decorations that others had. It was rare for the Yisraeli Prime Minister to come to such a meeting attended by such a diverse cast of figures. This was for a good reason, Yisrael, though fiercely independent, was not fully internationally recognized by many nations with some viewing it as an Aeurian puppet state to incite chaos in the Middle East.

Though the PM had very little to fear visiting a nation like Canada, which one of the first nations to internationally recognize the State of Yisrael, the ever looming anxiety of how the other world leaders would respond to his attendance remained. He wasn't alone, accompanying him was the Yisraeli Ambassador to Canada along with several other notable figures whom would support Yisrael's interests here and at the following meeting.

"Sir, we've arrived" the driver said after opening the door and allowing the PM to step out.

"Let's get on with it, shall we?" Said the PM as he entered the house. "We're here, if they like it or not is their choice."

[The Noiharan Union]

The Breakers, Newport

In the second of the three cars, Supreme Leader Akio vi Noihara and his successor Yuuko Nakamura sat together and went over their goals for the event. As the two felt the car ease to a stop their conversation ended, and moments later the driver notified them that they have arrived at the palace.

"Let's show the world Noiharan superiority during this meeting", Akio said with a serious face as he waited for the door to be opened by the Noiharan security agents. In the cars to the back and front of them, four security officers, members of the Noiharan Security Force the "Jägers", exited the vehicles and checked their surroundings. They were all dressed in the classical Jägers uniform including an armband showing the Noiharan Fascist Eagle together with the phrase "Meine Ehre heißt Treue" (My Honour Is Loyalty) written on it. The head of security, a young woman named Chiyo, broke off from the group and approached the car carrying the Supreme Leader and his aide-de-camp.

"My Leader", Chiyo said giving a sharp nod to the Supreme Leader, "There should be no significant safety issues, but that all depends on how volatile the security forces from other nations are. We’ll be close by the entire event, though, as that is our job. Overall, there is no need to worry, and you can focus on your political agendas the entire event without worrying about getting shot.”

With this, both of the politicians exited the car taking a quick look around the bay area as they entered the building.

[Eslarya]

The Breakers
Newport, New Britannia
Canada

"I'll personally bring your concerns to the Papacy upon my return Archbishop. I am rather displeased with the Canadian Christendom if the nuns are forced to lived in such decrepid places such as a hotel."

The Queen, dressed in a simple yet elegant gown, hissed the words as she ended the sentence. It was an insult to the religion. Of course, nuns were not of any important overall function other than charity work but it was a disgrace especially to her feminist reforms of the church that there were not even a single cent to give the nuns anywhere to live while their homes were being renovated other than a hotel in the bad parts of the town. Utter disgrace.

"I shall have it cleared. Soon, each one of those women will be living in a home proper for a womanly lady. Especially a devoted one."

"Thank you, thank you. May you have a good meeting, Sister Margret is expecting you tomorrow."

"And she will not be denied!"

As the car stopped, the Queen smiled as she picked herself up and as the guard opened the door, she stepped out of the white limo. The sun shined in her eyes and she was quick to cover them.

"Good-bye Archbishop. For our God and Protector."

"For our God!"

She stepped our as her Magistrate of Stately Affairs joined her. He was a rather old yet cunning man and one she ensured would aid her until he dropped dead.

"Señor, are you well?"

"Oui, oui, now move on. You'll be the last one!"

She laughed as she moved gracefully towards the building. Her visit to the Churches of the Caesar Christendom in the city had taken a great deal of her time but that was her job as essentially the only link to the Papacy. But the Pope was set to visit Canada soon as well as the other major areas of Caesar Christendom such as Great Warrior Rivers and numerous others. It slightly hurt that they spoke to her as a mere minister of the Pope but removing national interests from the Papacy had been her father's achievement and she dared not reverse it.

"What beautiful stairs!"

[Vanesse]

The Breakers, Newport

“Blast!”

President Chung Min-Su yelled, squeezing his phone in exasperation. Around him the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Mun Young-Hee, and one of her top aides looked concerned at his sudden outburst, before relaxing again as the motorcade carried them to the meeting place.

“Still can’t beat it?” The Minister asked.

“No. I swear, this level was designed impossible. How are you supposed to jump and turn left at the same time, when your speed is so high!?”

“This is why I only play Sudoku when traveling.”

“We’re here,” the aide cut in, pointing to the manor house as they stopped out in front.

The Minister and President smiled, each taking a moment to make sure that they looked presentable before exiting the car along with the aide.

“Tranquil, isn’t it?”

“Yes, yes.” The President nodded. “If it wasn’t so out-of-season, I’d be most interested in the sailing.”

“I could see it now,” Young-Hee joked as they walked inside. “President lost at sea."

[The Canadiens]

"Anyone else we should be expecting?" Prime Minister Tremblay asked visibly eager to get the ball underway.

"That's essentially everyone" the head servant replied as he swiped through the pages on a tablet. "I should probably go find His Highness. It would be a shame to keep the charming bunch of individuals we've invited waiting."

"You go ahead and do that." the PM nodding and walking away to the main room where most of the guests awaited the arrival of the King.

William made his way to through the doors and towards the center of the main room instantly silencing the room and gaining the attention of the royal family and other prominent Canadian figures who were quick to identify him by his vibrant red and white attire.

"Mesdames et Messieurs, ladies and gentlemen, I'll save you all from the wall-of-text my speech writer wrote and just hurry along to where we get things started" he said as he took a glass of wine from a nearby servant. "Welcome, and please enjoy yourselves." he finished, prompting the ball with its chatter and music began.

OOC note: Let's get things going!

[The Scandinavians]

With the ball officially underway the Scandinavians were quick to mix in with the other guests, in particular the Canadians. Though the two nations no longer shared the same monarch in Stockholm, the former colony of the empire still shared similar ideas of government and law as well as a strong connection to the Scandinavian royal family, thus they were sure that they would be received well here.

Oskar was quick to approach William after calling for a glass of wine. "Min bror!" he exclaimed as he reached over for a handshake with the Canadian monarch. "Thank you for the invitation. It would be a shame to miss such an occasion, would it not?"

[Aeuria]

Prince Lucien smiled as the music filled the air before quickly flagging down a servant for a glass of champagne. Taking a sip, the Prince surveyed the busy room. Indeed figures from the world stage were dotted throughout the room, hidden within their respective retinues. For many of them it would be their first time meeting the young sovereign since his unexpected rise to power less than 3 years ago. At 20 years old, he knew the immense skepticism at home, even from the government he controls, and couldn't help but wonder what other leaders would make of his age. Ultimately, it was of no consequence to the Prince who knew exactly how he had been elected to the lifelong position and the near-absolute power that came with it. As the sweetness of the champagne rolled over his senses, he looked to his own companions who were themselves in various states of observation of the world leaders.

"Your Highness, there are certain individuals in attendance you will be expected to be seen with. Notably the Yisraeli Prime Minister; their sovereignty of course remains a subject of international tension with some but you understand our relationship nonetheless." the Foreign Minister began, again observing the architecture as he spoke. "And of course President Chung of Vanesse. A much... stabler conversation, surely."

"That will be enough, Louis. I won't be having my night mandated by an agenda. I'll speak to whomever I please." the Prince replied quickly.

"Take mind your every action will be under a microscope of expectations, my Prince. Retain your senses." noted Council Martin.

"Yes, yes, enough already. This is a gala not judicial proceedings. We are here to relax and rub shoulders; nothing more. Now please, govern your tongues before you're noticed." Lucien ordered as he glared at the pair before relaxing his gaze and scanning the room.

[Vanesse]

The two government officials stuck closely together as they navigated the expanse of the center room, where most of the world’s leaders were gathered around. Some, like the Scandinavians, were already in conversation; probably talking the trip about who has the best cold weather. The Vanessians were not however, as the two remained quiet as mice in formal settings. Such could be said for most Vanessians; call one up and he’d talk you to death, but invite him over for a dinner and suddenly he’s sealed tight.

The President stopped a server, taking a look at his drinks on the platter with curative eyes.

“Ah,” he said thinking, “I'll take that one.”

“Does it have maple in it?” Young-Hee joked, knowing that the President wasn’t much of a drinker. He couldn’t tell his whiskies from his bourbons.

He took a sip, nodding. “Actually I think it does! It’s like a whiskey or something?”

“A maple whiskey is possibly the most baeg-in thing I’ve ever heard.”

Min-Su laughed, thanking the servant for the drink and coming back around to look at the guests in the room.

“Oh dear, it is quite packed isn’t it?”

“Nobody would miss the Canadian occasions.”

“I suppose.” The President sighed, continuing to glance around the room at interest while quipping back to his compatriot.

[Medanat Yisrael]

The Yisraeli PM made his way through the dense gathering of people towards the Eslaryan Queen. Eslarya and Yisrael shared much in common, thus he believed that he, and the rest of the Yisraelis, would be greeted somewhat graciously.

"Shalom aleichem, your highness. I trust you and your nation are fairing well, yes?"

[The Canadiens]

"It wouldn't be a Canadian gathering if we didn't recognize our former colonial overlords" William responded with a slight laugh after shaking hands with Oskar. "and besides, we're somewhat related. So consider it some kind of family reunion."

The PM took a glass of wine and made his way towards Prince Lucien, one of the more important guests the Canadians invited to this gathering. "Bienvenue, it's a pleasure to finally meet you in person." The PM said reaching for a handshake with the Prince.

[Aeuria]

The Prince watched over his glass as the Canadian Prime Minister approached. Clearing his throat lightly, he prepared himself. This was his first time in Canada and the first time meeting its government as well. He was pleased so far at the warm reception. The PM spoke, his French distinctly Canadian. Lucien smiled at the man, noting his outstretched hand. The breach of etiquette was understandable though a slight bother to the prince.

Firmly shaking the man's hand, Lucien nodded. "Thank you Prime Minister, the pleasure is mine." he began, his companions looking on with stifled shock as the handshake occurred. "I must commend you; Canada proves more than capable of hosting such a fine gathering. It's truly most impressive - so many names in one room. But of course, introductions are in order." Lucien said with a turn, looking at his companions.

"May I introduce Foreign Minister Primrose, Councilor Martin, and my long-suffering personal aide Sir Jasper." he stated with a sweep of his arm, each man nodding at their names respectively. "Our first time in Canada as it happens."

[Chunmei]

"That Aeurian prince isn't half as inexperienced as he looks, is he?" Empress Daeyang randomly asked no one in particular, though with Minister Han right by her side she was anything but unheard. Sighing loudly, he took a sip of the wine he'd swiped from one of the serving tables then turned to face her.

"'Aeurian prince'? Surely you haven't forgotten Prince Lucien, have you? You have seen him before, you know," Han said in response, watching as the prince in question began chatting up the Canadian Prime Minister alongside his fellow attendees.

"Yeah, fifteen years ago," Daeyang retorted, "...to be honest, I'm actually kind of jealous... he does seem to have settled into the old royalty song and dance far better than I ever did...,"

"If you had cursed your poor departed sister any harder the night it was decided you would succeed her, we might've had to phone a priest," the minister reminisced gleefully, always happy to remind the illustrious empress just how rough of a trip she'd had to the Chunmeian Throne.

"Please... she was probably cursing me right back from the netherworld for having the gall to sit in her fancy chair... ah, how I always did miss that bloated ego of hers, wafting around me like a bad case of malaria...," Daeyang said, laughing nostalgically as she returned her attention to all the foreign dignitaries scattered around the banquet hall. Knowing her, it was likely she was wondering just how much all the fancy one-pieces and spit-shined royal crests would cost altogether rather than what the importance of the people wearing them actually amounted to.

"Anyways, sis would've surely invited about half of these foppish-looking gentlemen to a Christmas party or something by now, so... perhaps we should get to mingling with the guests...," Daeyang piped up as she downed the rest of her wine and hastily reached over to pour herself another.

"As long as you can hold that liberal tongue of yours just well enough to manage one conversation, your highness, by all means," Minister Han replied as he began to wander off on his own. The empress herself just shrugged and turned to look in the direction of the Canadian PM, who was still apparently engaged in friendly discourse with Prince Lucien. Already practically halfway into her second glass, Daeyang just watched curiously as she waited.

[Eslarya]

The Yisraeli PM made his way through the dense gathering of people towards the Eslaryan Queen. Eslarya and Yisrael shared much in common, thus he believed that he, and the rest of the Yisraelis, would be greeted somewhat graciously.

"Shalom aleichem, your highness. I trust you and your nation are fairing well, yes?"

The Queen smiled all around as she looked throughout the room. She was young yet not the youngest and experienced yet not the most experienced so she waited before even attempting to speak to anyone, collecting her thoughts. She was ready though when the Yisraeli Prime Minister approached her and she was quick to extend her gloved hand.

"Yes, we are all faring well, thanks to God."

She did a quick cross two dashes over her heart in the shape of a cross, a distinguishing gesture of the Christendom religion. She quickly thought if that could be seen as outplace but pushed the thought aside. The religiousness of Eslarya was well known and even better projected. Though Yisrael was not a prominent nation, it was nonetheless important to the Crown. It held the third most holy site in all of Caestholicism and with a high number of followers, abandoning them was not an option. Yisrael's religiousness also complimented Eslarya. So with the Eslaryan navy, one of the most formidable in the world, and the faithfulness and likeness of both nations, it was no wonder why the Yisrael PM went to speak to her.

Julina smiled as she continued the conversation: "I trust Yisrael is faring similarly?"

[The Scandinavians]

"Is it now?" Oskar commented raising an eyebrow. "The last time I checked, Canada's royal family was smaller. Though, that being said, it has been some time since we visited here" he said after taking a sip from his glass of wine and noticing his wife and his son overhearing the conversation. "Speaking on a family, perhaps an introduction is due" he said allowing them to step forward. "My wife Linnea, and my eldest Robert".

[Mascargo]

Emperor Stanis made his way across the room in his usual eminence, closely followed by Varnava as they headed to an area where drinks were being served. Stanis had already cast aside his officer’s robe, handing it to a Canadian servant for good keeping as he returned to his usual business; analyzing the guests and watching their conversations while the President was busy fetching suitable drinks.

The Eslar Queen was talking to the Yisraelis, probably some trivial lip-smacking just to seem vaguely interested in each other. Though Stanis knew the Queen could go on for hours about religion, and surely she would if the Emperor got near her in any capacity. He’d pass, if possible.

Next was the Aeurians; their prince deep in conversation with the Canadian Prime Minister. It was expected, both Canada and Aeuria were significant powers, and thus important trading partners. Though the Aeurian Prince, Lucien, Stanis believed, was rather young for his position. Exceptionally so. He carried an aura of arrogance and looked headstrong, either an eventual fault or benefit in the conditions of diplomacy these days.

Lastly the Canadian King William was sharing what appeared to be a warm greeting with the Scandinavian King. Something that was not unusual, given the history between them, though Stanis cringed at the Nordic’s gregarious hospitality; it seemed so… facetious in a place like this.

He turned back around in time to see Varnava walking up, two drinks in hand, and quickly took one of them from him. He sipped, taking in the flavor of the wine he consumed. It was good, although Mascargo probably had better vineyards he assumed.

“How’s everything looking?” The President asked, taking a drink as well.

“Boring. Mildly disconcerting in some cases. The Yisraelites seem to be opening up well.”

“I’ve noticed a few lurkers. The Chunmeians and Vanessians are still mingling among themselves.”

“Typical.”

“Are you planning on approaching anyone,” the President asked almost out of character, taking another drink. “That is if you want, sir.”

“Perhaps soon. First I intend to finish this drink. Then we’ll see."

[The Canadiens]

The Prince watched over his glass as the Canadian Prime Minister approached. Clearing his throat lightly, he prepared himself. This was his first time in Canada and the first time meeting its government as well. He was pleased so far at the warm reception. The PM spoke, his French distinctly Canadian. Lucien smiled at the man, noting his outstretched hand. The breach of etiquette was understandable though a slight bother to the prince.

Firmly shaking the man's hand, Lucien nodded. "Thank you Prime Minister, the pleasure is mine." he began, his companions looking on with stifled shock as the handshake occurred. "I must commend you; Canada proves more than capable of hosting such a fine gathering. It's truly most impressive - so many names in one room. But of course, introductions are in order." Lucien said with a turn, looking at his companions.

"May I introduce Foreign Minister Primrose, Councilor Martin, and my long-suffering personal aide Sir Jasper." he stated with a sweep of his arm, each man nodding at their names respectively. "Our first time in Canada as it happens."

"I certainly hope it isn't the last" the PM said grinning and taking a sip from his glass of wine. "Vancouver in particular is eager to maintain a prosperous and productive relationship with Aeuria. That is, presuming tomorrow's talks don't end in a global war" he jokingly said, noticing the Chunmeians awaiting their attention. "Though of course, that can be said for all of our guests here."

"Is it now?" Oskar commented raising an eyebrow. "The last time I checked, Canada's royal family was smaller. Though, that being said, it has been some time since we visited here" he said after taking a sip from his glass of wine and noticing his wife and his son overhearing the conversation. "Speaking on a family, perhaps an introduction is due" he said allowing them to step forward. "My wife Linnea, and my eldest Robert".

"Glad to see you all decided to attend" William said putting down his glass of wine on a nearby table. "Unfortunately my son's fallen ill" he said noticing Stanis making his way through the room. "A shame, it would of been a golden opportunity to learn a thing or two about the people he'll be dealing with soon."

[Chunmei]

"Glad to see you all decided to attend" he said putting down his glass of wine on a nearby table. "Unfortunately my son's fallen ill" he said noticing Stanis making his way through the room. "A shame, it would of been a golden opportunity to learn a thing or two about the people he'll be dealing with soon."

"And hopefully not ordering airstrikes against...," Daeyang threw out in response as she set her second empty glass down and joined the small crowd amassing around the Canadian PM. While the empress had a particularly high alcohol tolerance, she was forever being struck by murderous hiccup spells... she secretly hoped the Canadian wine (Well it did taste an awful lot like maple, so what else could it be?) they were so joyously serving at this joint wouldn't advance the trend any further.

"Oh, I'm sure the good man's son would be relieved to hear that voice of reassurance, your highness," Minister Han mumbled in response as he returned to Daeyang's side, drink still in hand and unfinished.

"Why thank you, Mr. Han, for I have spent many years perfecting it...," Daeyang replied jokingly, "...anyways, I must thank you, Mr. Tremblay and William, for hosting this delightful summit. Newport is such an lovely place, if I can speak so honestly, and the wine is equally as amazing. And the boats, too... thousands! Ahem... probably."

[Aeuria]

"I certainly hope it isn't the last" the PM said grinning and taking a sip from his glass of wine. "Vancouver in particular is eager to maintain a prosperous and productive relationship with Aeuria. That is, presuming tomorrow's talks don't end in a global war" he jokingly said, noticing the Chunmeians awaiting their attention. "Though of course, that can be said for all of our guests here."

Lucien smiled at the PM, taking another sip of champagne. The man was charming enough; for a politician. In New Alexandria, most conveyed an empty sophistication, devoid of any real emotion and instead focused on their agenda. The Prime Minister was different. Lucien felt he was an honest, plainspoken man well deserving of his station.

"One of course holds the same hopes of continuing the cooperative nature of our relationship with Vancouver." the prince began with a nod. "Our economic cooperation has proved most beneficial, no? And it is to my understanding many of the Republic's citizens often spend their holidays enjoying the beauty of the Canadian nation. I suppose I could be convinced in coming back." he smiled.

Minister Primrose looked across the room trying to locate President Chung when he spotted Stanis strutting across the floor. Settling into a glass of wine, the Mascargoan emperor surveyed room with a hawk-like gaze. It unnerved the Minister who shifted his weight to his right foot, crossing his arms behind his back.

"I heard he drinks the blood of his enemies." Councilor Martin whispered in Latin, noting his colleague's discomfort.

The Foreign Minister stared at the Councilor incredulously, trying to signal him to shut up.

[The Noiharan Union]

Akio and Yuuko made their way through the ballroom to the area where the drinks were being served. Even though none of them were fans of Alcohol, they decided that a glass of wine couldn't hurt. The Supreme Leader was notable for his erect posture, his unusual height for an Asian person and his rather arrogant attitude. As they walked across the room they noticed that mostly foreign and native aristocracy was present. For Akio it was indifferent as he did not care about others, but Yuuko had a hard time hiding her disgust. As a strong advocate of the Noiharanist Ideology (which condemned all kind of nobility), she hated the aristocracy. Mostly this was a courtesy visit after all, as Noihara's government policy was to be friendly to all foreign nations even if they were ruled by the wrong government according to the Noiharan ideology.

"All those inferior beings...enjoying and celebrating their noble degree while other have to work their whole life to afford what they spend in one day. Truly disgusting and a sign of human decadence in other nations", she said to Akio.

"Rich and poor exist in every country Yuuko, even in ours. The only difference is, is that most nobility today has done nothing to deserve their luxurious lifestyle but being born by the right person.", Akio answered while taking a sip from his wine. "Not bad actually but not as good as the Noiharan one...Anyways there are a few interesting persons here today, the Aeurian Prince for example. I see myself when I look at him...so young but already very influential. We both came to power with 18 years and even with the help of an assassination"

"According to what I know it isn't confirmed that he was the one behind it", Yuuko replied to the Supreme Leader.

"Is that something you should hide nowadays? Getting rid of something old and rotten in order to establish something new and better is something one can be proud of, at least in our society. Sometimes an assassination is needed for progress."

"I don't know and to be honest I don't care and you shouldn't either, my Leader."

"Indeed, we shouldn't bother too much with it. Let's see what we can do here this day..."

[Medanat Yisrael]

The Queen smiled all around as she looked throughout the room. She was young yet not the youngest and experienced yet not the most experienced so she waited before even attempting to speak to anyone, collecting her thoughts. She was ready though when the Yisraeli Prime Minister approached her and she was quick to extend her gloved hand.

"Yes, we are all faring well, thanks to God."

She did a quick cross two dashes over her heart in the shape of a cross, a distinguishing gesture of the Christendom religion. She quickly thought if that could be seen as outplace but pushed the thought aside. The religiousness of Eslarya was well known and even better projected. Though Yisrael was not a prominent nation, it was nonetheless important to the Crown. It held the third most holy site in all of Caestholicism and with a high number of followers, abandoning them was not an option. Yisrael's religiousness also complimented Eslarya. So with the Eslaryan navy, one of the most formidable in the world, and the faithfulness and likeness of both nations, it was no wonder why the Yisrael PM went to speak to her.

Julina smiled as she continued the conversation: "I trust Yisrael is faring similarly?"

"Our position surrounded by those who would seek our destruction has our nation and myself standing on a knife's edge, and as such we remain ever vigilant." the PM said as he quickly glanced around the room at the other foreign guests that surround them.

"You must excuse the Prime Minister's... caution your Highness. Jerusalem feel victim to another attack by Syrian terrorists recently" the Yisraeli Ambassador to Canada interjected, much to the annoyance of the PM that stood next to her. "It will take more than bombs and Kalashnikovs to destroy our land, of course" she said as the PM recollected himself.

"My apologies. I did not mean to go overboard when speaking of our enemies" the PM said calmly. "But you are correct. Our economy is growing by the hour, hopefully allowing it to diversify away from the fossil fuel industry before the wells run dry."