Is it War?

"This can't be happening" The Prime Minister of Hermaes yelled while running to get some help. He was covered in blood, and had his clothes teared up. From the look of his eyes you could tell that he had his fair share of insanity, as if he has been to the Hell and back. Well you could say that that's the case.
A FEW HOURS AGO
Hermaes is celebrating the new year of 2017 with the most prestigious gala of the nation. "The winter Gala" held every year in the Aglaios School of Hermaes on New Year's Eve. A University of high (international) status, with exquisite design and marvelous gardens. That same place is crowded by the most famous Hermee . Artists, actors, authors and politicians, diplomats and foreign Ambassadors. All of them are gathered in the beautiful School to celebrate New Year's Day and also collect funds.
The festivities kept going. The year had changed of course but that wasn't reason enough to stop the party. In the crowded room you could see the Prime Minister Vasilis Tats enjoying himself with some booze. Alone, but calm and happy. He liked the gala so much, just because he wouldn't have to be the leader of this country for some hours. With the Civil War Hermaes had been through, he lost almost everything and he didn't care about his power. He would easily gift it to the royalists that are now rotting in prison. He cared about his people and friends that have died. Since that he spent most of his time alone. Governing the nation with a few councilors he always changed from time to time. While he was drinking alone, and smiling for the purpose of showing off, he saw a man approaching him. The image was blurry and with enough head-shakes he saw clearly. It was his newest councilor. Luke. A tall man of great physique and red hair. As he reached him he said to his ear:
-Can we go outside for a little while?
-I'm not really in the mood for a walk... said the PM.
-Well it's kind of important so you'll have to come with me
-I don't have to do anything and you know it, answered Vasilis obviously irritated but stil forcing a smile on his face. Besides, he continued, you are just an advisor who will probably be fired anytime soon.
-Well, I'm not fired now... Am I? Asked Luke, a question that was only answered by the look on Vasilis' face. So, follow me cause this is important.
The PM did as asked. They went outside. The beautiful surroundings were creating a magical atmosphere. One that could easily make you forget everything there was and is. But that beauty and mental calmness wouldn't last for long. It was shattered by a sentence of Luke:
-There are several protests happening in Demescia.
-Really? Said the PM in terror
-Yes... as it seems even the government is supporting them
-Of course... what did you expect? The nationalist party of Hermaes insulted their heritage, their culture, their nation. And you can't punish them for such behavior… There is freedom of speech. And as if it wasn't enough, the political party that received the third place in the elections added in its political program the expansion of Hermaes overseas to the east.
-Well, said Luke, they aren't suitable for diplomats. By the way, the thing is that they are encouraging anti-Hermaesian policy, which is rational.
-Of course it is...understood the PM
-Also, we have multiple Demescians in Hermaes... We don't want any trouble...
-No we don't, said Vasilis when a loud bang made both of the men hide their ears. They immediately looked at the School. There was smoke coming from the building. They looked at each other in terror when another bang sounded. That one was closer to them and the explosion created an amount of debris that landed near them. Both Vasilis and Luke fell down to cover themselves, exactly when a third bang appeared, this time the bomb -or whatever -must have been next to them and huge chunks of stone were thrown at both of them. There was smoke everywhere. Smoke so thick that one couldn't see next to him clearly. Some minutes later Vasilis stood up to see that he was stained by blood. Luke was hit on the head most probably... at least that's what appeared to be. Then he witnessed the catastrophe. The School was merely destroyed and fires were burning the remains, but what frightened him the most was the fact that there were no screams to be heard, only the sound of fire was apparent. Since he was on the backside of the building he ran to get some help for his advisor and to see what was happening. He managed to get to the front where the firefighters and the medical care along with agents from Centaur had just arrived. Before he had the chance to ask for any help, a teenage boy, about 18, approached him.
With a sharp move he pulled a gun aiming to Vasilis and shouting "Demescia above all!!!" and shot the PM, right before a bullet coming from one of the agents went through his head.
Vasilis was lying on the ground, with blood covering him up and his teared clothes when people rushed to help him.
As it seemed, the incidents that dyed this day in blood were caused by a Demescian boy.

The sirens were too loud to his ears. He found himself between consciousness and the total loss of his senses. He could barely keep his eyes open and the feeling of death was constantly approaching him more and more. At some point the loud sound stopped and the doors of the ambulance opened. He could hear people talking over his head while he was feeling his body moving in a mysterious way. The only sentence he managed to understand was "Abdomen wound caused by a gun" before his eyes stopped working. Who could believe that the PM of Hermaes was shot by an extremist of foreign descent during one of the biggest Hermaesian celebrations?
A few minutes later a woman arrived at the hospital. It was Regina Optima. The president of the Parliament and close friend of Vasilis, well one of the only few he had... besides he couldn't fire her like the rest of the people that tried to be close to him. She rushed in the waiting room with tears in her eyes. Searching for someone to ask when she saw a nurse.
-Where's the Prime Minister of Hermaes? She asked with an intense voice
-Please try to relax, madame. Answered the nurse. The PM is in the OR and in the very best surgical hands of this country
Regina turned around without saying anything else. She sat in one of the chairs that were placed for the families and friends of the patients and started crying. She was so afraid of her friend's life and due to her not so bright personality, in her mind he was already dead. Her thoughts, though, were interrupted by a male voice shouting her name. It was Luke. He didn't die. He just had a minor wound on his head and some bruises along his body.
-Houston we have a problem!He said
Don't you think that it's a bad time for jokes?
-Don't mind my rotten sense of humor then and listen me. Answered the adviser of Vasilis. With our PM dead we need to stabilize the country. If we don't act we are gonna enter one of the darkest periods of Hermaes!
WHAT? Who's dead? The terror in her eyes was easily seen. I thought he was in the OR Said the woman before bursting into tears.
What OR? I heard that he died immidiatelyLuke was shocked. They both looked at each other trying to understand what was going on when Luke rushed to turn on the TV. And there she was. The Leader of the Nationalist Party talking about Vasilis' death. You see as the third party in line they had sufficient power to cause problems. They've done that before with great success. Luke turned on the volume to hear what Helena Asvestis, the leader of the party, was saying.
"Our PM is dead! DEAD! The Demescians took care of that, I assure you. They say we insulted them... Well they insulted us!" The crowd was cheering."They think they can do whatever they want with this country. WITH OUR COUNTRY! People of Hermaes we have a new enemy near us and among us. Vanish those people from the face of the world. In the name of our beloved leader, let's make the pay for what they've done. Grab your weapons and get ready to fight the threat away!
Surely Regina and Luke would prefer being deaf to hearing that diabolic woman talking about patriotism.
-What the hell is she talking about? Vasilis is alive in the ORSaid Regina
Wait... alive? What is she trying to do? Does she want us to go to war with Demescia? Said Luke. But this question would be answered in just 2 seconds when he himslef made the realization. Oh God... that's exactly what she wants...We need to prevent that
-We will! Quickly follow me!Ordered Regina.

SOMEWHERE ELSE AT THE SAME TIME
-Join me people! Help me, help us receive justice for this nation! Said Helena to the crowd that was cheering for her. She greeted them and left the stand. She was happier than ever. Her dreams since she was a teenager, dreams of a pure Hermaesian country with expanded borders, were now close to becoming true.
-What a perfect show and what a perfect speech that was madame. You truly are magnificent. Said one of her close councilors.
-Well, of course, I myself am magnificent. And smart. I told you that my plan couldn't fail. Now Demescia has a war approaching. The only thing we need to make it happen is the death of the PM. So... did he die already or he is still an obstacle on our way of glory? Asked Helena with sarcasm her councilor.
-He is still in the OR... the bastard doesn't want to die. But he has to. Otherwise...
-I know! Said Helena We will have a major problem with the press and the public...
-Really, madame, how did you manage to cover up his survival?
-Oh... don't be naive. All you need is a position of power and a solid amount of money to silent the press. Not to mention that a great amount of media where employed thanks to my father before me.
What that woman was saying was the truth. Her father had great connection with the Hermaesian media but wasn't of the same ideology with his daughter who inherited his political party. After his unsolved murder she succeeded him, although many said that she killed him but there were not enough proof. Anyway, she managed to get everyone under her influence but she couldn't order death to have Vasilis and she definatley didn't think that there would be someone foolish enough ta stand in her way. Someone like Regina... or Luke.

(OOC: Hermaes has given me permission to post on this thread despite it being dead for months.)
(OOC: Assume the dialogue is in Esperanto)

[bgcolor=#fff]"The fuck?"[/bgcolor] muttered Nikolas Steward, Minister of Foreign of Affairs. He was curled on his orange couch with his laptop, perusing TL;DR.com and surrounded by the tan walls of his yurt. It was dusk outside; he's been doing it since he got home from his work at about nine o'clock.

"Why would we- what? What?" He thought, his mind becoming scrambled eggs. "They think we kill their PM. They're rallying literally about nothing." The doorbell rang; Steward waddled to answer it. It was a deliveryman from Qyzygys, delivering a small munchie box. He gave him a generous tip of five traps. When the door closed, he took a look at the contents: a slice of pizza with gooey "Lithonian Ebony,"
roasted chickpeas, seasoned brown rice, and a fried omelet with mystery sauce. Though, not even the smell of hot fast food could alleviate his new stress. Sighing, he closed the box and set it on a birch end table under a punctured ????????? poster.

When he returned to the couch, the cognitive gears went back to work. Helena's words, join me, people! Help me, help us receive justice for this nation, kept repeating in his mind, every time getting more distorted. His mind tried desperately to voice an opinion, but all it could muster was a "why?"

[bgcolor=#fff]"Just because we abhorred their nationalists, we're now the perpetrators of a crime,"[/bgcolor] Steward finally thought aloud. [bgcolor=#fff]"What a way to start a fiasco. I've feared we'd come to this point again."[/bgcolor] he grabbed his phone and dialed the Minister of Domestics' phone number.

[bgcolor=#fff]"Keegan?"[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"I see you got the news too."[/bgcolor] Seeds said. He was in his dim apartment in the center of Combre, taking sips of onnie in his lounge chair as lo-fi hip hop played in the background.

[bgcolor=#fff]"Can't even enjoy dinner without shit hitting the fan."[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"Let me guess; a Jomeq munchie from Qyzygys? Is that what you call a vegan diet?"[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"Hah,"[/bgcolor] Keegan said as he grabbed a slice of pizza from his munchie box. [bgcolor=#fff]"unlike you I don't have room to cram banter into my schedule, especially in this situation."[/bgcolor] He sat down to review the article. [bgcolor=#fff]It's interesting truly interesting what people are willing to blame us for these days. Before it was just furries and Potatogate.[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"That's my fault,"[/bgcolor] chuckled Seeds.

[bgcolor=#fff]"Yes, I know it's your fault,"[/bgcolor] bellowed Steward, smiling. [bgcolor=#fff]"The thing is though,"[/bgcolor] he took a small bite of pizza, [bgcolor=#fff]"is that this isn't just a domestic dispute. This could mean war, and no one on this earth likes wars.. well except maybe Ninhunders and Samaritans."

"True that."

"I may have to go over there and negotiate."

"Ummm,"[/bgcolor] said Seeds while putting his glass in the dishwasher. [bgcolor=#fff]"That may not be your best option. I mean, they have a sizable grudge against us."[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"Oh, and waiting for them to bomb LUDZ is?"[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"Hey, don't twist my words."[/bgcolor] Seeds retorted. [bgcolor=#fff]"Alls I'm saying is that if you were to do it, best case scenario, you get your suit tainted by the yolk of eggs thrown at your direction."[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"Just because someone made a speech accusing us and only a crowd of people rooted for her doesn't mean that they all hate us."[/bgcolor]

[bgcolor=#fff]"Did you see that crowd? Look, man, your best bet is probably making a speech about it. Show condolences and say we didn't it, that we don't want a war and that we're willing to negotiate peacefully."[/bgcolor]