Pelasgia
Established Nation
Minister Kalantzis was one of those men whose job was ironically both a blessing and a curse; having traveled much in his youth due to his studies in Gallo-Germania and Occidentia, as well as his career as a diplomat and an intelligence officer, he had come to love his home of Pelasgia. Indeed, middle age had birthed in Kalantzis such a profound love for the familiar and the quotidian, and such a repulsion for the foreign, that traveling abroad was almost torture to him. That was not to say that an occasional trip to a foreign country could not be enjoyed, or that the sound of foreign music or the taste of strange food was not a welcome novelty. Quite the contrary! But any prolonged stay abroad gave Kalantzis headaches and a deep longing to return to his familiar patterns. Perhaps it was a worry for his beloved family of five--who could tell? At any rate, there was no man more glad than Georgios Kalantzis, Esq., that the age of online diplomacy had finally come.
Sitting comfortably behind a wide desk mixing neoclassical finesse with modern simplicity--"simplied neoclassical" as the Pelasgians called the trademark architectural and decorative style of their government since roughly the 1920s--Kalantzis adjusted his tie and made sure that the large portrait of Emperor Ioannes III Kantakouzenos was clearly visible behind him, flanked by a Pelasgian flag to the right and with a gilded icon of Christ Pantocrator above it.
"Mister Minister, the connection is secure," Kalantzis heard his trusted secretary say. He thanked her and turned to face the screen of his computer, where the face his counterpart, of the Foreign Minister of @Justosia appeared.
"Good morning, dear colleague," Kalantzis uttered amicably but formally. He hoped that they would soon lose the need for titles and too many formalities, which made negotiating rather cumbersome. "I hope that all is well on your end?"