Lebedevgrad Summit (Invite Only)

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TNP Nation
Alsatian Island
7 November, 2023
Edmund House
Weskerby, Osynstry
Esthursia
about 6h50


"You can't be serious. You accepted it again?" The cynical voice of John Largan, former Forethane and self-appointed globalist-in-chief, boomed down the phone.
Harold Osborne sighed, the expectant opposition of the moderate to the visit. "Of course I did. You have seen the progress the Rayvostokans have made since the last time you rang me at dawn's call in terrified doubt, no?"
His predecessor took a moment to consider.
"... well, that being so, it's still... reckless. Appearances, George." Osborne's middle name - John always liked using it, noting how close he was in personality and character to George Asmont in doing so.
"Appearances? Let me make this distinction quite clear - this continent is in crisis, and Rayvostoka has proven to be one of the nations who has used the last few years to gravitate towards a positive role in global society, as well as democratising. In many ways, the way they're going, Rayvostoka may become more democratic than many liberal democracies."
"Really? You mean that?" Largan's hesitancy was redoubled - in recent years, it felt as if Osborne increasingly conflated "socialism" and "democracy", or at the very least viewed socialism as inherently "democratic" in the right circumstances... this felt like a very open instance of just that.
"Again, of course I do. The attacks on Rayvostoka have been just as much ideology as a legitimate response to authoritarianism. The way things are going, countries who wedge themselves as staunch state opposition to the communists are saying the quiet bit out loud - they're trying to obstruct alternatives to capitalism. It's so much easier to argue for capitalism when the alternatives are busy killing opponents and ruling as tyrants, and so much harder when your economic system completely disregards democracy in the workplace-" The exasperated voice of Largan interrupted Osborne's tirade.
"Kindly, George, not one of these lectures about capitalism, I'd rather not. It's 7am, and I could truly not care less. Good luck for your visit, and maybe you'll find common ground on your left-wing lectures over there." A slight laugh, tempered by the tiredness of Osborne having got up early ahead of the flight over to Lebedevgrad, stumble out of Osborne's mouth.
"You're the one who rang, John. Let me prove myself right for you, twice this time." A sarcastic groan came in response, and then Largan hung up.

Palace of the People
Lebedevgrad, Rayvostoka
about 11h30


Verdant stretches of land surrounded the Narodny, as the Forethane made his way up into the great expanse. Thinking to himself how contradictory it felt to be in what felt as if it were a regal palace in the continent's sole state socialist country, he pondered further on exactly how he found himself here. Ten, five - maybe even two - years ago, this wouldn't have been possible - but internal struggle and a deliberate attempt to thaw relations and shake hands had all begun to democratise Rayvostoka out of the rut that autocracy has a habit of digging down for nations. "If I live to see one Aurorian country go in the right direction rather than the wrong one while I am in power, to climb out of a conflict or the clutches of tyranny rather than into one, I have faith it will be this one." He told himself, reaching the entrance.

Feeling slightly ashamed that he had not attempted to learn a single phrase of the language ahead of his visit, his Reeve for the Ellands Alfred Frome decided, unwittingly, to drive that knife in further, with his cheery "Здравствуй!*", almost fooling Osborne into thinking one of his Rayvostokan counterparts had just popped up behind him, were it not for the very easily detectable Execester accent. Osborne had half a mind to reply in an extremely broad Hereshire Atlish accent, but he elected not to, instead just politely smiling at his eager foreign minister's antics and making their way closer to the red banners and flags.

This wasn't the first time the two nations had met, and the slight but definite degree of familiarity was giving Osborne a little more confidence this time. The recognition of Vera Federonova, Frome's counterpart as foreign minister, and her party's chair Sasha Denvikov, as the delegations approached one another. Even in the overcast conditions, there was a... fresher feel this time than in bitterly cold Tynwald last autumn; the apprehension of Osborne, which may have even leant into reluctance at times, just wasn't present this time. He was meant to be there, to meet with them, to shake hands and to arbitrate, to build ties. This was right, this felt right and there was... trust. Hard-earnt, hard-won trust, at that; Rayvostoka's reputation preceded itself, but Harold Osborne increasingly felt that maybe that reputation was being revised for a new era. That's what this continent does; shake things up. The funeral bell of the UAS and the geopolitical fractures and connections forged and broken in the last years, the incessant gunfire and death that it produced... could anyone blame Osborne for his rising implicit trust in a nation that had steered its way through a burning Auroria and come out with a new proto-democracy?

Reaching the Rayvostokans, Osborne's smile was significantly warmer, less tempered than the one he had worn the first time. "Thank you for having us. It is our pleasure to be here in your nation, my friends." And he meant it. "I truly hope we can use this opportunity to keep on consolidating our progress and our growing solidarity." The light tinge of socialism in his vocabulary stood out, he noticed, when it was fellow socialists he was talking with.

Здравствуй! - "hello" in Rayvostokan
 
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Palace of the People
Lebedevgrad, Rayvostoka


Denvikov greeted Osborne with the same warmth he had greeted her with, matching his energy.

Her Mercanti was clear, though her voice still held a thick accent
"We are happy to have you, Comrade Osborne! Welcome to Rayvostoka, we hope your flight was comfortable?"

She asked him, shaking his hand.

"Yes, yes, thank you... Comrade." A fleeting moment of hesitancy, as the last bits of his reluctance dissipated fully. "Early morning, mind you." He returned the handshake. "I probably should have disembarked last night - yet I have a valid excuse for that one, I can't say I have done the trip many times before, can I? I trust you are well also, Comrade."

Denvikov smiled wide at Osborne's enthusiastic use of "Comrade", from what she had seen most foreigners have trouble adapting to the socialist customs of Rayvostoka, but Osborne... he seemed almost relieved when he said it.

"I am, the weather here has been quite warm despite the season and its done wonders for me." She gave a small laugh. "You may not want to leave by the end of our talks!"

"It has been raining for a week straight back home, so the warmth makes well-sought relief, for sure." Frome smiled, eager to be involved - after all, he very much accredited this whole summit to his own influence. "The warmth of our hosts has very much complimented that change, I'd say."Osborne stifled a groan at that one."I like pleasantries as much as the next man," he began, giving a slightly less than honourable glance to his foreign minister, "but I think, Comrade," slightly overanunciating and notably out of place as he continued to adapt to the custom, "we had better get down to discussions. Quite a lot has changed since our last visit." He said, his voice raising an octave just to emphasise exactly how much he had noticed changing for the past 12 months. "Some of it, however, for the positive, mind you."

"Yes of course, much has changed here since our last meeting, and I think you and Mr. Frome will both be pleased to know and see that we've made great strides in what we agreed upon at Tynwald." Denvikov gestured to a meeting room just face paces down the hall.

"But for now, let's move to a more comfortable space, I can't imagine you and Mr. Frome will enjoy standing here and talking for an hour," Denikov said, as she turned and began to walk towards the meeting room.
 
Coming in out of the surprising November warmth - he always assumed Rayvostoka would be a colder country in winter, and never quite got why - Osborne slowly made his way into the bright, open palatial space. Were it not for the very blatant communist touches on everything - the banners in standout red, Rayvostoka's flag here and there - the space wouldn't feel out of place at the heart of an imperial monarchy.

Now approaching the coffee table, he and Frome both could not help stifle a small smile of endearment. The refreshments, the tea - it felt almost like a little spot of Osynstry but over here. Sitting down in the particularly ornate chairs, Osborne's eyes slightly narrowed as he got to the point.

"I would be very happy, my friends, to hear how the reforms are coming along. Good progress is being made, I trust?" He asked of his hosts, cordially but with a hint of... inquisition, or at the least, mild intrigue.

As Denvikov took her seat, her eyes lit up, and her smile widened as he asked the question.

"The reforms have been going tremendously! I’m proud to say that we’ve been making great progress in reorganising the Unions to incorporate them into the legislative structure and expanding the ability for localised democracy. I’m also happy to say we have made great strides in getting the Party to agree to these reforms and accept its decrease in central authority, which - despite some early opposition - I believe we have moved past."

"Good... good. I'm glad of it, it was after all about time that democracy took hold. And a good form of it, at that, Comrade. Every new system has teething troubles, but... I think we're both on the same page as to how it is moving; in the right direction." Osborne responded, ever so slightly thrown off by the... genuine joy of his counterparts. So many meetings had been sombre affairs, or at best maintaining a translucent visage of amity, and it caught him off guard how seriously... and proudly the Rayvostokans took this meeting of minds and nations. It gave Osborne his own sense of pride, in a way.

"I daresay here is one of the few positive cases of democratisation," he continued, thinking immediately to back in Ethia and also up in the Imperium. The wartorn Aurorea, the segregated and oppressive Iolanta dug in a rut, the Imperium divided and fascistic... the dictator tax being paid by tens to hundreds of millions of people, it was innumerable, uncountable. At least hopefully here, he could now trust that Rayvostoka would no longer be on that list. "And that I trust your nation, and you, are reliable allies against those who fail to democratise. We have much common ground, and all it takes is for the ice sheet of tyranny to be shattered to ensure that common ground can be embarked upon." A slight pause, and then Osborne realised he'd gone a little on a tangent. "What I'm trying to get at, is that this meeting can be not solely a thaw, but the start of something meaningful to connect our two nations."

“I must fully agree with you, the Rayvostokan people desire a like-minded ally on this continent who is committed to securing its stability and I think Esthursia… how do they say in Mercanti?... It fits the bill, yes that’s it, it fits the bill. And I think both our countries would greatly benefit from having someone in this region to truly call "Comrades.""
Sasha leaned forward picking up one of the already poured cups of tea and took a sip. "It’s good that you feel the same."

"Aye, yes." Osborne said, an Atlishism coming out suddenly. Even in his professional life, and even speaking Mercanti professionally to an excellent standard, his Atlish still spilt in sometimes. Maybe it was his age that made him more likely to not care, too. "What needs to happen from here on, is unity. Solidarity against dictatorships, solidarity against rampant capitalism, solidarity against incursions into Auroria. That's always the best starting place, I think. With the decline of the power structure on this continent, and with the recent spike in insurgencies and wars alike, what we need most is unity and stability."

Waiting a little to see if Osborne would continue, Frome decided to finish off what he viewed was his Forethane's point. "What we mean here is that Esthursia and Rayvostoka should strengthen diplomatic ties. Establish more consulates and expand the embassies, increase diplomatic communication, and jointly hammer out foreign policy where possible for the mutual good of both of our peoples, nations and our continent." Taking a sip of the tea, which he was pleasantly surprised by as he put it back down, he rounded off. "I'd even say a wider reduction in tariffs and the like is in order, and thawing as much as deemed possible economic and social connections, is in order. But that ball is very much in your courts, comrades."
 
Palace of the People
Lebedevgrad, Rayvostoka
Accompaniment: Champagne Socialism (The Soundtrack)


"I couldn't agree with you more!" Denvikov exclaimed.
"The aid you've been able to provide us has opened doors which previously we hadn't been able to open without the proper funds. But thanks, to your investments in our future we'll be able to pay it further. So I would say a partnership such as this which could secure the stability of this region would be an opportunity that we would be fools to pass up."

The Forethane gave a slight, but definite, nod in response. "It's good we got onto the subject of aid." Osborne sat back a little, trying to run through his mind over exactly what figure it was. "Well... as you very well know, Esthursia has suspended its aid to Iolanta. Similarly - though it may not seem it - the relative, and I stress, relative Ethian situation has improved; primarily in the War in Aurorea coming to a final close, even if it remains problematic. This has raised the question - what do we do?"

"I think it right that we move towards investing a significant amount of money in Rayvostoka. It's only fair - just as sanctions are meant to disincentivise poor regimes from their continued practices, I believe that the only right thing to do to ensure that the Rayvostokan people understand the growing solidarity of the Esthursian government is to invest in their development. As for sanctions..." He stopped suddenly, and turned to Frome, who - after a slightly-too-long moment of wondering what Osborne's glance was meant to signify - nodded in assent, then turned back to his counterparts. "... I think it right that, conditional on... well, the progress your nation has made in democratisation in the last year pressing on - which of course, is another issue we're both seeing eye to eye on, so is nothing but a formality of wording - all sanctions be lifted from Esthursia to Rayvostoka. That includes arms, that includes on government ministers - existing ones, anyway - and that includes on busi-" He took a moment to stop himself from finishing that word, chuckling slightly. "That includes on co-operatives, comrade. With it, an expansion of diplomatic relations - communication, diplomats, consulates, and so forth. As I said, it's only right and proper."

"That would be most amenable to us."
Denvikov adjusted her party pin, twisting it slightly as she sat up in her chair.
"And as for arms, I think as this democratization process continues we can open ourselves up to more opportunities for fruitful military cooperation, which I think would be most beneficial to both of our nations."

"Yes, military co-operation. Now, I sincerely trust that you can understand my upcoming... sensitive restraint, comrade. This is but the second meeting of many, so I am sure there will be a third, and that on that third, we can display the co-operation the world I would like to develop in this summit. You can't reap your seeds without sowing them and waiting patiently, so to speak," Frome began, dropping an octave, "this is us saying we would want to hold a joint display of military solidarity between our two nations next year, but not now."

"That being said, the progress we'll make here is absolute. Esthursia is not one to shy away from belligerence, and we will absolutely make it known that the sovereignty of Rayvostoka is in the global interest, in our national interests and an objective fact, and that any contravention of that breaks so many... you get my idea. Again, I cannot yet tie the Esthursian nation to a military pact with a nation still in the process of moving away from tyranny, so to speak, but what I can do is offer the Esthursian nation's comradeship and assurance against imperialism and contravention of the right of the Rayvostokan people to self-determination."Osborne finished his tea, setting it back down gently, before taking over the moment Frome took a breath.

"Let it be known, the global community, Esthursia included, does not humour - and will humour even less with the recent Suavidici... let's call them developments, shall we? - the objectively false and completely intangible, almost removed from reality really, Imperial claims of sovereignty over Rayvostoka. It just doesn't exist, and any attempt to make it exist will sound the alarms once again."

Upon hearing this Denvikov's heart fluttered for a moment, as if suddenly she'd be touched by an angel. She blinked.

"You are most kind for this, our people have suffered for decades under the constant threat of annihilation without a friend in the world. We are so thankful that at last, we will have someone to stand beside us and weather these threats and hard times."

"I too, completely understand your hesitancy, and will respect your restraint. Our democratization process will take time but, it will be done and rest assured we will not falter in our mission to see it to completion. So if that means we need to wait one more year, that is perfectly acceptable to us." Denvikov took a sip of her tea again, but not finishing it.

"Now, I thought that since we had you here we might try to do a little bit of a cultural exhibition of Rayvostoka and lighten the mood, so I thought you might be interested in a classical music performance by our National Orchestra, made up of the best musicians from across the different councils."

"Yes, I wouldn't complain to that one bit." Osborne loosened up a little, sitting back. Hearing the performance kick-off, Frome let slip a comment; "And capitalists say socialists don't do culture. Maybe, if they didn't keep their eyes closed and ears covered, they'd see what's out in front of them... could be said for quite a lot more than just music, actually."

"Hear! Hear! To that." Said Denvikov, letting herself recline into her chair. "They don't know what they're missing"
 
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