The Democratika

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(Collab between Luxlein and Candanadium)


Emmanuel soon realized that a light breeze failed to dispel the uncomfortable sultry pull that hung over the Catala Woods, a forested area near Sangüesa, Luxlein.

He decided to leave behind the city of Santangel and work for a few days in his personal retreat. His father had it built for him as a birthday present so that he could be away from the press, the cameras, and the gossip columns. He named it Camp Rebeca, in honor of his mother.
Wearing a suit with a white dress shirt and a red tie, it looked weird (or out of place) for him to be wearing the peaked hat he usually wore for military parades. For some reason, he continuously tugged the country’s insignia attached to it.

While he walked through the grounds of the estate, he could feel Carolina (his Chief of Staff and most trusted friend) was very worried about his well-being. He knew she saw how the low temperatures today were making him feel terrible in more ways than one.

Today was a new day for Luxlein.

As they approached the entrance of the lodge, Carolina was finally brave enough to break the silence.

“How did the Prime Minister take it?” She cautiously inquired as they strode down the entrance hall of the residence.

“Our dear friend Maria Sofia Velazquez did not take the situation very well at the beginning.” Emmanuel let out a very heavy sigh. “Just hours ago, she asked the Speaker of the Senate, Juan David Ureña, ‘Is Santangel burning?’ I was able to finally convince her that the summit wasn’t such a bad idea. The National Congress is on board, too.”

As they approached his office, he reached into his pocket and stared at the list; the list of countries Luxlein will need to contact about the proposed summit and the two legislations.
“Get me a secure line to Candanadium,” Emmanuel told Carolina. “I wanna start contacting the heads of state.” 

After getting a secure line to Candanadium, he held the phone to his ear, and just hoped that the Chancellor was available.



Büro des Kanzlers, Office of the Chancellor.” A female voice came on the line after a short dial tone. The first thing she had said was incomprehensible to the President, who elected to reply in Oseanian.

“Hello? Yes, this is President Emmanuel Alejandro Ferrant of the United Republics of Luxlein. I wish to speak to Chancellor von Juppertal of a matter most urgent.” There was a brief silence on the other side.

“I’m sorry, sir, but did you just say that you are the President of…” Another brief pause. “Luxlein?”

“Yes, that is correct. This is the Office of the Chancellor, yes?”

“Um… Yes, sir. We weren’t expecting a call from you at all, and especially not on this line. Has our ambassador not given you the details on how to reach our secure diplomatic line?”

“I don’t believe so. Our nations have not had the need to communicate much in the past.”

“Of course. I will arrange for the Candanadian ambassador in…” A longer pause. “Santangel to brief your office on the matter. Would you please hold? I will transfer you to the Chancellor.”

“Yes.” A longer dial tone. A click on the other side.

“Good evening, Mr. President. I was told you had urgent matters to discuss with me?”  The Chancellor sounded much younger than Emmanuel had anticipated. He spoke Oseanian with an accent as well, but far different from his own, which he was suddenly very conscious of.

“Yes, Mr. Chancellor,” the President said. “I wanted to discuss a few that have been causing quite a stir recently. Have you had the opportunity to view the recent developments in a piece of legislation we have been writing?” He felt very nervous talking about this since this would be the first time he ever directly mentions this to a head of state. “Luxlein has been lately drafting what we in Luxlein call ‘the Statute of the International Chancellery of Justice.’ Have you heard of it?”

“The only international statutes Candanadium are party to are the Kaltach Union, the CTMDFMFTA, and, of course, the standards commission. Candanadium is a proud nation, Mr. President, and we don’t join international bodies lightly if you know what I mean. I have had a report on the matter, though I must confess that I did not give it much thought.”

“Oh, it’s completely fine Mr. Chancellor. I wanted to talk to you about the statute since it was recently drafted, and, well, to quote my foreign minister, ‘Luxlein hopes to become a pioneer in international affairs through this statute.’ Although I do hope that this does not, in a way, strain our country’s relationship with yours.”

“Not in the slightest. Luxlein must champion whatever ideals it deems noble, I am sure. To be quite frank, sir, my Privy Council dismissed your International Chancellery of Justice entirely. The general consensus is that given your country’s reputation and relevance, or rather its lack thereof, on the world stage, we feel that this ICJ will not be an efficient use of Candanadium’s resources or time. Elections will be upon us in less than two years, and I do not wish to be labeled as the Chancellor who sunk us into another meaningless venture. I hope that is a sentiment you can sympathize with.” Though his words were diplomatic, the Chancellor’s tone was quite clear.

“Of course. I completely understand. I completely am in agreement with you. Candanadium’s domestic policy is a policy that we Luxerians have understood. If I may, could I entertain an idea?” Although he kept himself from dropping the phone, he held his breath.

“I’m all ears.”

“The ICJ isn’t the only legislation we hope to present to the world. Would Candanadium be, in a way, open to the idea of an organization that aims to develop friendly relations among countries?”

“I believe we already have one of those, in the form of the Kaltach Union.”

“This one would be a little bit different. We call this legislation the ‘Charter of the World Congress.’ Luxlein kept this project under wraps for a while, as we worked on the International Chancellery of Justice Statute first, but our government pushed for the presentation of both plans.”

“A ‘World Congress’? Like a global government?”

“Think of it more as a worldwide international organization.”

“To promote what exactly?”

“Not just promote, but to also maintain international peace and security through diplomatic means.”

“So like an international diplomatic medium?”

“In a way, yes. We are hoping to hold a summit in Luxlein and discuss the Charter first since my advisors deem it a more approachable idea.”

“Were I you I would approach the summit very carefully. If this venture of yours is to succeed, you must at least maintain the illusion of impartiality, and that means an invitation for all nations, Terran, Kaltach, and non-aligned alike. How many other nations know of these plans?”

“You are the first.”

“Very well. I shall raise these matters at the next Kaltach Union summit in Schwannburg, but I fear domestic opposition will be my toughest challenge. Best of luck with these ventures, Mr. President. Your nation is most certainly equipped to serve as the world’s mediating power. I expect our ambassador will be in touch soon.”

“Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Chancellor. It was an honor speaking with you.”

“The pleasure was all mine. Take care, sir.”

After hearing the click, Emmanuel placed the phone on the table and gave a large sigh. “That went better than I expected,” he thought.