Kannex
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The other party on the line was an unfamiliar deep voice. "Yes, Prime Minister Kumar. Please hold. I am the translator," spoke a Kannexan man in German-tinged English. Chancellor Jörg Henneburg did not trust his own English enough to carry the message; it was custom that on telephone calls, a translator serve as the middleman. "Yes," the voice carried on, back on the line. "Let us not delay any further. I -- " by which he meant the Chancellor, " -- know that you are concerned about the Rhuvish situation as well. We have already seen several wars in Rhuvanland in our lifetimes. The preservation of the Rhuvish nation as a sovereign state is in both of our interests. After fighting wars to help Rhuvanland stay independent, we cannot sit by and allow the international coalition to ravage Rhuvanland. As a fellow German state, that would be unacceptable for the Kannexan Realm."Syrixia:It was late at night. The Golden Palace was dark, but a feast was still in progress. The major officials of the government had gathered at the palace before the Emperor to discuss and eat. Rhuvanland was on everyone's minds, but none more so than the Prime Minister, Rohit Kumar. The Emperor did not have governing power anymore; his sole reason for having his lavish lifestyle was simply that of the government trying to uphold the ancient Imperial traditions. However, he was active in the government, performing ceremonies and issuing speeches of recommendation to the Parliament, as well as leading the nation in its various holidays. This made Rohit jealous; and the stress building inside him was only to get more massive. It was at this time of night, after all, that the Syrixians got the call. Kannex. Jörg Henneburg. Rohit knew what it was. Rhuvanland. Rhuvanland was on everyone's minds at the feast, though the actual conversations on it were brief.
"Hello?" said an aide holding the phone as it rang. "Hm? Any senior government official? I see." he paused as the person on the other line spoke. "Yes, the Prime Minister is right here." he said, going over to Rohit. "Phone for you, Mr. Prime Minister!" said the aide, holding the phone in his hand. Handing it to Rohit, who thanked him, the aide went off to tend to another part of the feast. Rohit gulped, and picked up the phone. "Hello, Kannex. This is Prime Minister Rohit Kumar speaking."
In the meantime, the Kannexan Aussenministerium was attempting to contact the Rhuvish government.