Pelasgia
Established Nation
Theodoros gazed outside the windows of the Palace of Selymbria in horror. The TV, radio, and just about any other electronic device that had turned itself on in the middle on the night was shouting in the background. "This is an emergency message by the Government of the Pelasgian Union. Please hold..." Louder than the TV, louder than Natalja's ceaseless wailing, louder than his own thoughts, was the incessant sound of helicopters circling overhead. The recently repatriated pretender to the Throne of Propontis covered his eyes; bright searchlights lit up the Palace's facade, coming straight into the tall, windowed hall were he was standing. Behind and, occasionally, in front of the headlights, Theodoros could see dark figures, clad in armour and carrying weapons, running around, shifting between armoured vehicles.
"What do they want? What are we going to do?" Natalja would not stop whining.
"Just let me think," Theodoros barked at her. No sooner had he finished his sentence than he felt his phone ringing. The number was unknown; he picked it up anyway. "Yes?"
"Theodoros, my good boy," he heard a male voice say, mockingly. He knew that voice.
"Gen- Marshal Vatatzides? What is this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" the Marshal asked. "You're being evicted from my secondary palace."
"Yours?" Theodoros asked, outraged. "Need I remind you that I am the Heir to the Purple! The Despot of-"
"Yes, mine," the other responded. "As President, CEO, King, Grand Shaman, Perpetual Dictator and whatever else you want to call the ruler of our beloved land. Of our most-holy, most-perfect Union."
"That would be President Notaras," Theodoros replied, trying to conceal his stress under a veneer of confident irony. "You said so yourself, remember?"
"I did. While he was alive. Dead men can't hold office. I'd ask Prime Minister Angelopoulos to instruct you on that, but, you see... He's too busy having lunch with the good President. Assuming they're at the same place, that is."
"You son of a bitch! You murderous son of a traitorous whore!" Theodoros would have thrown his phone down, had it not been the only thing keeping him and Natalja alive. He heard footsteps in the rooms surrounding the one where he was. "You actually went ahead and-"
"I would advise Your pretended Highness to kindly shut up, before you say something that could be considered treasonous. There is no room for traitors in the New Pelasgia. There is only room for winners; and you're no winner, Thodorakis*."
*a diminutive, condescending form of Theodoros, typically only used for children
Theodoros heard the sound of a door being kicked open in the next room. Natalja screamed; his heart froze.
"Here I was," Marshal, now President, Vatatzidis continued, "thinking that at least your wife had some balls - someone needs to, in any marriage. Alas, maybe the child's the boydguard's. The former President, Prime Minister, and several members of the Council of Ministers have suffered tragic fates at the hand of terroristic assassins. My administration will reign in the centrifugal forces that you and yours have allowed to fester in Pelasgia for far too long. Rest assured that we will bring President Notaras' killers to justice." The Marshal paused; Theodoros heard him muttering some order to the man beside him. "Now get out of my house, and fuck off back to that frozen shithole that you came from. I won't ask again; and next time you come down here, I won't be as nice."
The door burst open. Natalja screamed; Theodoros dropped the phone, and soon followed to the floor as a squad of unmarked special forces men with guns tackled him and arrested him. He felt a black hood go over his head. It all went black. That was his last memory of Pelasgia.
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OOC: This is a sequel to my previous RP,
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