The North PacificBoard

Ciao! Kon'nichiwa! And Hello!

As a Red Sun rises above a broken northeast anea which is as volatile as it ever could be, where nations that are close or far ideologically butt heads, where neighboring nations are fueled by imperialist dreams and ambitions, Baratochi has been left stranded, slowly forming relationships with our neighbors but sadly, not everyone in Northeast Anea aligns with us. So we are contacting the Itallitopian Government.

While we not be direct neighbors, we here at the Stratocratic Baratochin Government have looked north with hope as Itallitopia is the closest person on Strangereal and in the Greater Tsyemny Region that’s beliefs, ideas, and ideals match up with those within the Stratocracy of Baratochi. Our belief that a strong society where order is kept while being held up by a socialist system where everyone shares that power is what will be the bonding force between our states.

Firstly, we would be delighted to set up the beginning of a strong trade bond, starting from anything just like Steel from the Asutoragētou Province, to the Rice and Wheat fields of the Hachimitsu Province, we are more than ready to give a full list of our Government Inventory that can be exported to our neighbor up to the northwest for the both of our benefit, as well as yours
Secondly, we’d be more than ecstatic to establish an embassy within Itallitopia that can further our plans of joint hands between the Stratocracy of Baratochi and the Military Socialist Republic of Itallitopia. We would leave most up to you so you’d have full control of the placement, amount of staff (We’d pick staff however) embassy worker’s accessibility to Itallitopia as a whole and much more regarding Embassies. In return, Itallitopia would establish one within Baratochi.

Lastly, the Baratochin Government is looking to secure some semblance of military assets in the northern portion of the Tsyemny Sea. Due to Baratochi’s hopes of taking a leading role in the region, it has found the need to expand the reach of its military effectiveness, awareness and preparedness. Formally, we offer a non-aggression pact between us that would last to at least October 1st that can be thrown out or renewed for an additional 2 months if both parties wish for it. The signing of a NAP would be the foundation for healthy and excellent friendship and military cooperation between our alike nations.

-Dominic Barrera, Director of Baratochin Foreign Affairs

_{Oh, what is it this time? The anti-Pigeonstan embassy needs a fresh blasted coat of paint? More foreign agents are infiltrating our country? A declaration of war?}

The message plays, then concludes with a beep. For several minutes, President Agno simply sits there in silence, an indiscernible expression on their face. Finally, they speak, almost in a whisper.

_{So that agent... Vice President An? But... and the orb...} They revert back to the stunned silence. For what seems like the millionth time, they turn back to the photo of Haym that lies on their desk. _{That was the beginning of your downfall, wasn’t it? The man you considered your friend, vanished away... or perhaps it was the orb that started your spiral... or maybe... or maybe... I don’t know, Haym... I don’t know.}

How am I meant to run this nation? How did you? How did you manage to stay sane and stable for so long? Lost in thought, they open the blinds of their office’s window and look outside to the city of Prosperous. It is a jumble of huts and skyscrapers, nature and modernity, everything conflicting around itself. And yet, nearly every citizen wears a smile on their face. They are free from the worry of conflict or war. And as Agno looks out upon these people, they realize that the people do deserve to live like this. And in order to do so, someone must protect them.

Agno turns back to the photo of Haym on their desk. I think I finally understand it... You were leader because you had to be. You realized that to maintain peace and prosperity for all, one had to sacrifice their own peace and prosperity. And now that one must be me...

Agno sits down once again. Slowly, they reach out their hand towards a device on their desk and press a button on it. Hello? Yes, this is Ag-... this is President Agno. Can you remind me of the more urgent crises the nation is currently facing? They lean back in their chair as the long list is rattled off, but where they were before overwhelmed, they are now determined. Xeosia Later may be gone, but they are at last prepared to lead Greatly.