Serenierre
Established Nation
King Leopold III International Airport
Paris.
The sky was clear and the sun, bright, ideal conditions for a flight. Foreign Minister Jean-Luc Mausmette looked out of the window of the jet aircraft, which had just taken off the ground and begun its ascent. As foreign minister, Mausmette had been busy these past few weeks, dealing with the diplomatic mess that was the aftermath of the Belmontien border closure with Marquette. But with that matter clear, he could undertake the long planned meeting with his counterpart in London. As Western Gallia's two biggest economic powers, Belmont and Britain had a long history of cooperation and collaboration and, for Paris, continuing that was key. This meeting, planned originally to take place on the 15th of June, had barely been reported in the media, a rare occasion when the government managed to keep information away from the media's ears.
Foreign Minister Mausmette looked at the newspaper on his lap. The pictures of the first Marquen trains entering Belmont from the new opened routes was staring him in glorious black and white. The press in Belmont wasn't happy with the move but had relented that the closure would only hurt Belmont's economy in the long run. For Belmont, their economy trumped all other things. He looked up, his assistant brought him a hot cup of coffee. Taking a sip, "Good coffee, don't know when I'll get to have another one." Now looking at the aide, "I bet the first thing they offer me will be tea." He laughed.
The flight from Paris to London was not a long one and this meeting would last just for a few hours, when it finished, Mausmette would be back in Belmont.
Paris.
The sky was clear and the sun, bright, ideal conditions for a flight. Foreign Minister Jean-Luc Mausmette looked out of the window of the jet aircraft, which had just taken off the ground and begun its ascent. As foreign minister, Mausmette had been busy these past few weeks, dealing with the diplomatic mess that was the aftermath of the Belmontien border closure with Marquette. But with that matter clear, he could undertake the long planned meeting with his counterpart in London. As Western Gallia's two biggest economic powers, Belmont and Britain had a long history of cooperation and collaboration and, for Paris, continuing that was key. This meeting, planned originally to take place on the 15th of June, had barely been reported in the media, a rare occasion when the government managed to keep information away from the media's ears.
Foreign Minister Mausmette looked at the newspaper on his lap. The pictures of the first Marquen trains entering Belmont from the new opened routes was staring him in glorious black and white. The press in Belmont wasn't happy with the move but had relented that the closure would only hurt Belmont's economy in the long run. For Belmont, their economy trumped all other things. He looked up, his assistant brought him a hot cup of coffee. Taking a sip, "Good coffee, don't know when I'll get to have another one." Now looking at the aide, "I bet the first thing they offer me will be tea." He laughed.
The flight from Paris to London was not a long one and this meeting would last just for a few hours, when it finished, Mausmette would be back in Belmont.
OOC: No introductions, lets just head straight for the talks.