Unified Ireland

[Nicholas Lorencio]

Slovakin Government Building-

Walter Sobieslaw was seated in his presidential limo as it cruised down the streets of Bratislava. He glanced out the window at the crowds that were walking down the streets, and at the decorations that were strewn about the street. The whole city was in a festive mood, as the opening ceremony of the weeklong celebration for the annexation of Slovakia into the Polish Union was to be held today. At the same time, before he was going to attend the ceremony, he had an important meeting with the leader of Germany, Johann. Walter was interested in giving them Northern Ireland, for many reasons.

As the limo began going down the main street of the city, people began to wave and cheer at the limo once they noticed the presidential seal on the side. Walter smiled at this, most of the Slovakian population was quite happy they were finally going to become part of Poland, which was a very good thing. If he didn’t have the support of the populace, this would never have been able to happen. The limo took a right turn and began heading towards the government building of Slovakia, which will now become the Slovakian branch of the Polish government. The building was currently under renovation and restoration, due to the building having been damaged from the war, some of which have still not been repaired. Also the building was being restored, since it being an old building; some areas were slightly falling apart. Finally the interior was getting a redecoration and refurbishment.

The limo pulled up in front of the building, and after thanking the driver, Walter exited the vehicle and began walking towards the building. Before walking through the gate, Walter glanced up at the flags that were hung in front. Now among the Slovakian flags hung an equal number of Polish flags, signaling the annexation and the fact that Slovakia was now part of Poland. After standing around for a few minutes enjoying the sunny weather, (perfect for the ceremony and celebration), Walter walked through the gate and into the building.

Walter spent the next hour reviewing the building and the renovation, happy at everything that was being done. He talked to a few of the workers, (all Slovakian), about the annexation. All of them stated they were fine with it, and some even said they were glad as they figured that this would help Slovakia. Either they were really happy about the annexation, or they were lying, Walter didn’t mind either way, although he did hope it was the first one. After finishing up his final conversation, Walter walked over to the main presidential office of the building which once held the Slovakian president, now head of the Slovakian branch.

He entered the room and sat down; this was going to be his office for the next week while he was in the city. Unfortunately he still had to work, governing a nation couldn’t wait for a week. He began reviewing files; most of them were on daily reports of the nation’s status, all of which were good. The military was strong, economy was flourishing, people were healthy and happy, and everything else was going good as well. He then picked up another file and was about to begin reviewing it when his secretary walked through the door, alerting him that the leader of Germany was due to arrive in ten minutes. Walter thanked her, put the file away, and began heading towards the front of the building.

After several minutes he arrived at the doorway, ready to greet the Germans as they arrived. He waited around for a bit, thinking about the rest of the day, mainly the ceremony, but also some of the little things. He was planning on going to a restaurant in the city, quite a fancy one, for dinner, so that he could get a taste of ethnic Slovakian food. He was also planning on asking the Germans if they wanted to come, but that would have to wait tell after the meeting.

Walter was snapped out of his thoughts as a limo pulled up in front of the building and stopped. Walter smiled as he saw the Germans begin exiting out of the vehicle, and he began walking down the steps, ready to greet them when they reached him.

[Karl Franz Fredrick Stahlwelt]

"And then I saw her face! Now I’m a believer! Not a trace! Of doubt in my mind! I’m in love. I’m a believer I couldn’t leave her if I tried.” Just then, Fredrich came from back from the cockpit, and announced that they had passed over Poland, and were now headed toward Vladivostok. “Turn off the karaoke machine for a minute,” Johann said. “That’s fine. We’ll just round Vladivostok, turn around, and make sure we don’t pass over Milan Rastislav Štefánik Airport this time. I’m sure we’ll make it in time, that’s why we left early, and we get more time on the karaoke machine. It’s win-win. Come sing with us Fredrich! I didn’t know that Uwe could sing so well.” Fredrich sighed, shrugged, and joined in on the karaoke party.

A couple of hours later, Johann and Fredrich were landing at Milan Rastislav Štefánik Airport, Bratislava, Slovakia, well, the area formerly known as Slovakia. At least its name didn’t get changed to some strange, unpronounceable symbol, so we can just call it part of Poland, instead of the country formerly known as Slovakia. As they touched down on the ground, Johann announced that they were finally in Poland, and for everybody to make sure they didn’t bring the Polish-German phrase books, published by the same guy who published the Hungarian-English phrasebooks that nearly caused a war in Britain. “Remember. Which way to the train station is Który w drodze do stacji kolejowej?, not Proszê pieœciæ moje poœladki. That would cause great embarrassment on your part.” With that taken care of, Johann drove the Walküre to its temporary hanger, and everybody proceeded to get out in an orderly fashion. First, Uwe Zimmerman, than his wife, Minna, next Dusana, fourth, Fredrich, finally, Johann came out, and they all piled into the waiting limo.

It was a pleasant 10 minute drive from the airport to the government building where the new Slovak territorial government presided, and where the Bundesrepublikaner were supposed to meet Walter Sobieslaw, still the president of Poland. They arrived, after seeing preparations for the festivities of the week, and got out of the car. An observer would note that, had the car been a little smaller, the effect would have been uncannily similar to a clown car routine, without creepy looking drunks wearing too much face paint. “Walter! It’s been too long!” Johann called out to Walter, who was waiting outside of the government building. “I think Giovanni was still alive when we last met. Am I right? Anyway, how’s Poland been? More importantly, how have you been?"

[Nicholas Lorencio]

Walter was confronted by Johann who rushed up the stairs to greet him. Walter smiled as he replied to his many questions. “It has been to long Johann, and I do believe your right, Giovanni was still on this planet when we last met. Poland is doing wonderful, and so am I, thank you for asking. How is Germany doing, and how have you been?” Walter waited for the answer as the rest of Johann’s group climbed the steps. Walter shook hands and greeted with them all, before motioning them to follow him up the steps and into the building.

Once inside he began leading them down the hallways and around corners, occasionally talking. “Sorry about the clutter, the building is currently under renovation and restoration, but it should be done tomorrow, so this mess is only here today.” Walter then took a right turn and went towards a set of double oak doors. He opened them and held them open for the Germans to walk through, before following in their wake. “This is the main meeting room of the building, however I felt this table was a little too large for only six people, and so I brought us something a bit more comfortable."

Walter led them through another door to the side and into another room. In the middle was a slightly smaller round table, flanked on both sides by couches and on either end by a recliner. “Please sit down, hope you enjoy the seats, trust me, their better than those horribly uncomfortable wooden chairs they have, not to mention this will help us get in the festive mood. And I will admit this is from the lounge and we had nowhere else to put them while it was being renovated” Walter himself took a seat at one end of the table onto one of the recliners.

A man walked in and asked them whether they wanted drinks. Walter thanked him and ordered a small coffee. He then waited while the German took their order, before having the man leave to fulfill them. “Well, now that we are comfortable, let’s get the politics over with so we can enjoy the rest of the week. As you already know, I am interested in giving Germany the northern section of Ireland, currently Polish land. As I have also explained in my letter, there are numerous reasons why this piece of land doesn’t benefit us, but would benefit you. It would give you a larger stronghold in the Atlantic Ocean, and a “complete” island, which would be much easier to defend if you got into war. Not to mention acquiring the northern section should increase production output in Ireland for you. Now this is our offer, we give you that section of Ireland; however we are allowed to keep our military bases in the area, army, air force, and navy. However, due to our alliance, we would also use these bases to assist you in the area if you ever go into war. However, in return for giving you Northern Ireland, we would like to request the purchase of Konigsberg. We would like to purchase the land, in addition to Northern Ireland, for $50,000,000 US dollars. And as with us, you would be able to keep any military installations in the area, so what do you say?”