Pelasgia
Established Nation
The last few swallows of autumn flew through they greying skies of Decelea, their dark figures reflecting off the waters of lake Nymphais. Georgios Kalantzis had had a liking for this season in his younger years--though he had lost it in favour of a liking for the summer with time, especially after he had spent so long away from Pelasgia during his studies. Still he could not help but gaze above at the swarms of swallows, arranged in perfect formation in the autumnal sky.
Standing inside the neoclassical halls of the Pelasgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs, he was waiting for the passenger of quite a different kind of bird: the metal, man-made kind, flying from Serbovia to the Pelasgian capital at the invitation of the Pelasgian cabinet. This meeting had been in the making for quite a while, but it had crystalized due to Serbovia's crucial assistance with the abolition of the EF Mandates. Following that mutually beneficial development, the Pelasgians had seen fit to cultivate closer ties with their kindred souls across the straits. As the swallows flocked together, so should the "autocratic" countries of the old world, if they were to survive...
Kalantzis heard the door behind him opening, and he snapped out of his observations. The delegation from @Serbovia was upon him, and he turned to welcome them with wide arms, as did the rest of his Pelasgian colleagues.
"Mr. Milosevic!" he said joyfully. "It is a pleasure and honour to have you here! I hope your flight was comfortable?"