[Laeral]

OOC Note: This is a continuation of the Artists of Progress roleplay, although nations which did not participate the Artists of Progress roleplay are welcome to join as observers. Please format your initial posts as interactions with other conference attendees or with any one of the Laeralian mediators listed.

Sunday, December 13, 2020
Jinyu, Laeral

Jinyu was a small, scenic city along the Beuvron River in southern Laeral. It was at the Jinyu Conference Center, a modern steel-and-glass building situated on a small bluff with picturesque views of the river below that the representatives of over half a dozen nations and unrecognized polities had gathered to find a way forward for Huenya and the surrounding islands. Unlike the Maivers conference, where the Laeralites had strived to create a private atmosphere for the attendees, this conference would be open to the media and as many national delegations as had wished to attend. The intent of this, President Liu had insisted, was to place pressure on the reticent delegates to make progress at the negotiating table. With the media and numerous other nations present, any delegation seeking to slow down the talks by negotiating in poor faith would be exposed for their actions.

“The delegates have been arriving since early this morning, Madam President,” said Alexandre Herault, President Liu’s Chief of Staff. He was a sharply-dressed Arrivée man with a slim build, barely a decade removed from grad school, but his rivals in the Laeralsford political sphere knew far better than to underestimate the young man who was perhaps President Liu’s closest confidante. “They’ve mostly been settling into their lodgings in town, but we’re expecting them to arrive at the conference center in a few hours.”
“Excellent,” said Liu Mei-han, president of Laeral and official host of what was officially being called the Jinyu Peace Conference. If the pressure of hosting the international conference meant to bring an end to the war in Xiomera was weighing on her, she didn’t show it. Her expression was as stoic as ever, as was her wardrobe-- a black blazer and pants over a white undershirt, with the sole decoration a Laeralian meihua (plum blossom) pin in gold, and the jade Minjian bracelet she often wore. “Tanvi and some of the others from the Foreign Ministry will be circulating to welcome them inside and distribute the agenda. The plan is to circulate and meet individually with the delegations on the convention floor and in the meeting rooms over the next few hours, so that we can get a sense of where everyone’s opinions lie and possible areas for compromise. Then we’ll make our conclusions and present to the delegations the draft agreements on the various issues at hand, and amend them as needed.”
“You did get a chance to look over the final handout for the delegates, didn’t you?” Alexandre said. The handouts, elaborate documents on fine cardstock, would be distributed to each delegation as they arrived.
“I did,” Liu said. “It's very good that we were able to get Cyril Lin to attend. He may have been in retirement for a while, but he’s the best Xiomera hand we have, and I want his expertise. Especially when it comes to the Xiomerans, since we don’t have much of a rapport with them.”
“Alright,” Alexandre said. He exhaled slowly. “Are you nervous at all?”
“Not at all,” said Liu. “I have my notecards, I know a great many of the attendees personally, and I have a wonderful staff behind me. It’ll be basically a relaxing backyard cocktail party, won’t it?”
“Since when has anything involving the Xiomerans been relaxing?” asked Alexandre.

A full-size version of the attached handout can be accessed at https://docs.google.com/document/d/16Zxb...sp=sharing

[Slokais]

Minmintao Johnson entered the convention center and had grey tie flapping as he moved. He was here because the people who ranked higher than him in government were needed in Slokais because of the various situations going on. And he was technically the WA Ambassador so this was his job. Even though he had a Presidential Campaign to run he knew that he could take a few days off even a few weeks from Election day. As a Socialist he believed that the best resolution to the conflict was to end the conflict and figure out a deal that worked for the citizens on both sides. Not many people were here yet as people were still setting up their accommodations. However, Mr. Johnson enjoyed the atmosphere at international meetings, he lived for these types of events.

He walked over to where the Laeral team was setting up.
“Well it seems like some people are already arriving, hello, Mr. Johnson,” said President Liu-Mei-Han
“Glab to be here at this conference, in this beautiful location,” he said as he shook hands with the President
“Thanks for coming, I know what's going on in Slokais right now,” said replied
“Yeah, I know, sorry no one else could from Slokais come,” he said
“That's, fine I will see you later on”


He walked over to the area where the press were setting up and opened himself up to questions. He sat down in front of a large wall with the logo of the conference behind him
“Mr. Johnson, this is how these questions are going to work” a man in a black shirt off to the side said
“A person will ask you a question they will state there affiliation then they will ask you there question, got it”
“Yeah, I am ready to begin”
“Sun and Moon News, what do wish to happen in Xiomera”
“Well, I think we must come to a peaceful solution to this conflict, that works for everyone on both sides”

A few minutes later the Interview was done and Mr. Johnson was walking along the promenade along the bluff when his phone rang.
“Hello,” he said
“Hello, Mr. Johnson,” said Joseph Chavez
“Well, Mr. Prime Minister,” he said
“What do you need me for” he added
“We just had news that there was a massive bank robbery at the Sun Bank Building”
“What” he gasped
“It seems to be the United Front” he added
“What can I do Mr. Prime Minister”
“Just finish the conference, a make sure to talk to the delegation from Laucheroia”
“Okay, goodbye”
“Goodbye”

[Xiomera]

The Xiomerans

Unlike the other delegations attending the talks, the Xiomeran delegation only had one high official present. The Xiomeran government, ever paranoid, was reluctant to send too many important figures abroad. Maintaining government continuity in the event of a crisis was paramount.

It was also a quirk of Xiomeran governments, and especially this one, that other officials were largely irrelevant anyway. In Xiomera, one person ran the show.

Empress Calhualyana, flanked by her team of advisors and bodyguards, walked confidently into the main floor of the Jinyu Conference Center. With a pleasant smile on her face, she approached the Laeralite delegation. "Good morning, President Liu. I am honored to meet you," Calhualyana said, offering her hand. President Liu shook the hand of the Empress, maintaining a polite smile and hiding her thoughts about the Xiomeran ruler. "I am honored as well, your Majesty," Liu said. "I am glad that Xiomera accepted our offer to hold peace talks. We are very hopeful that these talks will result in a peaceful outcome to the unrest in Huenya, and in a closer relationship between our countries as well."

"I was grateful for your offer. We hope for the same outcomes," Calhualyana replied with a warmer smile crossing her face. "Just as those on the Huenyan side wish for change, I wish to bring change to Xiomera as well - while maintaining our sovereignty, of course." The Empress paused, waving her hand at one of her advisors, who offered President Liu a handsomely decorated wooden box inlaid with precious and semi-precious stones. "It is our custom to present hosts with a gift, as appreciation for their hospitality." Inside the box was a solid gold replica of a sun stone, decorated with more precious gems, as well as jade. "This is a beautiful gift. I thank you very much," President Liu said, handing the box to an aide for safekeeping.

"It is nothing. Your hosting these talks is our best hope for a peaceful outcome in Huenya that respects the wishes and sovereignty of everyone involved. This gift is a small thing in exchange for such possibilities," Calhualyana replied. She turned to nod to the person standing next to President Liu. "Ambassador Lin, a pleasure to see you."

"Have you two met?" President Liu asked.

"Not directly, but as I was in government during his time as ambassador to Xiomera, I am familiar with his work," Calhualyana replied. "I am glad you're here - you probably understand Xiomera and Xiomerans better than anyone else here. We are....sometimes inscrutable to others. Your presence here bodes well for these discussions." Cyril Lin nodded politely to the Empress, who excused herself to join the press conference. Calhualyana nodded and exchanged polite greetings with Minmintao Johnson and the Slokaisian representatives, who were stepping away from the media area, before seating herself to take questions from the international media with the same confident air that she had entered the room with.

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The Huenyans

The next group to arrive entered the conference center with a far different demeanor than the representatives of the Xiomeran Empire. The delegation from the Huenyan Federation entered with the demeanor of people who had been through a lot, and were ready to see their journey through to its final destination.

Walking up to the Laeralite delegation, the person at the head of the Huenyan group nodded politely, coming to a stop and leaning on a cane. Her movements were no longer as vigorous as they had once been. But her face, and her eyes, still bore the same spark that had captivated the world. "President Liu, thank you for welcoming us to these discussions." Yauhmi, cihuātlahtoāni of the Huenyan Federation, smiled as another person walked up to them. "I believe you know my son," she added with a wry smile.

Texōccoatl grinned widely as he shook the President's hand. "Indeed, the President and her country were kind enough to shelter us while we had to sit in exile. It's good to see you again, and to be back in Laeral."

"It was our honor to provide you shelter," President Liu replied. "I am glad to see you again as well, and to welcome you here as well, Cihuātlahtoāni Yauhmi. I hope I did justice to the pronunciation of your new title," she added.

"Far better than most who aren't Huenyan," Yauhmi said in a congratulatory tone. "I know that our diplomats originally advised you that our Defense Secretary, Tlanexchel, would be joining us. But given the still-unsettled situation in Zapotlán, it was deemed wiser for him to remain in Chuaztlapoc. One cease-fire has already been broken, we are reluctant to trust that another will hold," Yauhmi said, her gaze settling briefly and unkindly over Calhualyana at the press conference table. For her part, Calhualyana was pointedly refusing to even look at the Huenyan delegation as she spoke to the media.

"We did bring someone else with us, though," Texōccoatl said. "Probably a better choice anyway, not that there's anything wrong with Tlanexchel. But one of the points of our new nation is for people other than Xiomerans to be able to represent us." A third person, who had just stepped next to Texōccoatl, sighed. "It's about time, too," the man said, as Texōccoatl smiled wryly. "I am Huacue, tlatoāni of the Necatli people and a member of the Huenyan Assembly. I am honored to meet all of you," he said to the Laeralites.

"We are honored as well. It is highly promising to see that everyone in Huenya is being given a chance at leadership and representation," President Liu said.

Yauhmi nodded in agreement, before turning to Cyril Lin. "Ambassador Lin, I am glad to see you here as well. I look forward to conversing with you further, and with you as well, madam President," she said with another polite nod, before walking with her delegation to the press conference area that the Imperial delegation had just vacated. Before sitting in the chair that Calhualyana had used, Yauhmi took a small package out of her pocket. It was a travel-size package of a Xiomeran brand of disinfecting wipes. Yauhmi made a point of dramatically wiping down the chair that Calhualyana had used before finally, delicately, taking a seat in front of the recording cameras.

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Alliance of Non-Aligned Nations (ANAN)

The next group to arrive walked briskly into the conference center with a determined air about them. While they were polite enough, it was clear that they were there for business, not for elaborate diplomatic niceties.

The nation of Milintica, together with the breakaway territories of Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands, had banded together with the hopes that there would be greater strength in numbers than their small nations could muster on their own. They also had an agenda in mind that was decidedly different from that of either the Xiomerans or the Huenyans, and were there to pursue it.

The three leaders of the ANAN led their group to greet the Laeralites. "President Liu. Thank you for hosting us," President Matōchmizalo of Milintica said warmly, shaking her hand.

"We're honored to have you," Liu replied. "We have not had extensive relations with Milintica, and we're hoping to correct that."

"We hope so as well. We also hope that Laeral will be willing to work with us on our goals to get away from power blocs and great-power politics, but there will be time to discuss that later. In the meantime, we do hope that the goal of ensuring that Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands remain independent and receive help in building stable nations will be achieved in these talks. I doubt the intentions of the Xiomerans in that regard, frankly, but Milintica has a longstanding goal of helping other nations who are often subject to the whims of the larger nations of the world."

"We want to further the development of stable and democratic societies as well, so I am sure we can find things in common," President Liu replied. She smiled politely at the other two leaders. While Tanqui, the leader from Manauia Island, was easy enough to accept, Liu found it was taking all of her diplomatic skills to remain cordial and polite to the Netlcoātl Islands leader, Ahuac. Having someone who had threatened to commit genocide right after his country's independence at the talks was a bit difficult, even for someone with her experience. But, she reasoned, if she could tolerate the Xiomerans, who were often accused of horrible things, she could stomach Ahuac long enough to get the hard work of peace done.

President Matōchmizalo nodded eagerly at Liu's words. "Once these talks are done, hopefully we can find some time to have further discussions. Milintica is highly interested in ending its state of relative isolation, and Laeral has always been one of the more reasonable nations to deal with." He smiled politely, before the ANAN delegation took its leave to take up its own seat at the press conference. As the Huenyan delegation was leaving, Yauhmi greeted Matōchmizalo warmly. Tanqui and Ahuac remained aloof, standing away from Yauhmi and Matōchmizalo, before the three took up seats at the media table that the Huenyans had vacated.

[Laeral]

“I didn’t know that you knew of the Empress during your time in Xiomera,” President Liu said softly to Cyril Lin, the wizened former ambassador to Xiomera standing by her side.

“Not personally,” Cyril said. “She was only a fairly minor functionary in their security ministry when I was ambassador. She had a reputation for industriousness and efficiency, or so I recall, but I only ever exchanged a few words with her.”

“Pity,” said President Liu. “There’s virtually no one in Laeral who can claim to know her well.”

“She’s part of an old breed of ASI operatives,” Cyril said. “I’m familiar with her type. Dangerous, determined, and staunchly nationalistic. She’ll keep us on our toes.”

“I see,” Liu said. “I’m very glad that you came out of retirement for this conference; this is very useful information.” She glanced over across the conference room floor to where Tanvi Misra, the Foreign Minister, was emerging from the gaggle of reporters. “Do you know if anyone has gotten a chance to speak with Minmintao Johnson, the Slokaisian? I was meaning to express my sympathies for the terrorist attacks that have struck his nation recently.”

“I’m not sure…” said Cyril.

“I just spoke with the Slokaisians, ma’am,” Alexandre Herault, her Chief of Staff, said from behind her. “Gave them your sympathies, explained that our hearts are broken for everyone they’ve lost.”

“Very good,” Liu said. “And where has Tanvi been?”

“She just got out from speaking with the reporters,” Alexandre said. “Liang is with her.”

“Good,” Liu said. “I want to be sure to speak with the Eirians, the Kerlians, and the Legionans once they arrive. Alexandre, can you keep an eye out for them and find me if they arrive?”

“Of course,” Alexandre said. “If you’ll excuse me though, I need to run. The press is getting antsy that they haven’t heard anything from you yet.”

“Go ahead,” Liu said. “But don’t let them expect me to be coming by anytime soon. I’m sure the journalists are enjoying interviewing all of the foreign leaders, and I don’t want to go before their questions without anything substantial to report.”

“Of course,” Alexandre said, and rushed off.

[Democratic Republic Of Eiria]

Jinyu, Laeral
December 13th

Alice Lancaster fiddled with the opening of her jacket, her formal attire slowly being disturbed by her fidgeting. She loved the opportunity for a conference like this, but it couldn't come at a worse time. This goddamn war loves separating Adrian and I. I should be home, helping plan my own wedding. Instead, I'm in a foreign country, attending talks with the very same people who helped keep him captive. Fate has an incredibly cruel sense of irony.

As much as she despised being away from Adrian, she had to admit, these kinds of conferences are where she shines as a Diplomat. It is often joked that the Lancaster Twins should've switched roles, her being a politician and her brother a Diplomat, but whereas here brother has a talent for manipulating public opinion and his image, she could force people to negotiate, not through compromise or passive argument, but through tough rhetoric and occasional brute force. It's that, plus her management skills, that earned her the Minister of Diplomacy Position.

She walked into the Conference hall, quickly straightening her clothes as she entered. The conference hall was full of dignitaries, most of whom she recognized. Lira Nērala, the Minister of Justice, trailed behind her, followed by aides and their set of Solar Guards. Alice made a beeline for the Laeralian Delegation. "President Liu, it is an honor to see you again in person."

"Minister Lancaster!" President Liu said, breaking away from her conversation with her Chief of Staff to shake the Eirian diplomat's hand affectionately. "It's so good to see you again! Welcome to Laeral."

She returned the handshake, with a wide smile. "Thank you, Madam President. And thank you for having us here. I'm glad to be in a democratic country for negotiations." She gestured to Minister Nērala, who was politely standing next to her. "May I introduce Lira Nērala, the Eirian Minister of Justice, and Speaker of the Senate."

"A pleasure to meet you, Madam Speaker," said Liu with a smile. "I see that Eiria's sent her finest for the negotiations here. Of course, I suppose that it only makes sense for your nation to send such a robust delegation-- gven how important security in the Huenyan region is to Eirian interests, and of course your nation's long-standing commitment to human rights." Liu smiled warmly. "I'm very glad that you'll be making your views heard at this conference." She was being entirely sincere; she'd always found the Eirians to be excellent partners in past international negotiations, and their focus on curbing Xiomeran strength and promoting human rights issues hewed nicely with Liu's own agenda.

"Thank you very much, President Liu. I don't think I've been referred to as 'Eiria's finest' before." She smiled, as Alice nodded. "You should be. You've more than earned your position. And as for making our views heard, has Eiria ever really been silent on idealistic views?" She smiled her own quip, knowing the Eirian reputation for idealism. "I don't exactly have a habit of holding back my opinions much on Human rights or related matters."

Liu chuckled softly at Speaker Nērala's quip. "Trust me, that's exactly why I'm glad you're here. Someone's got to balance out the dictators in the room." She nodded with her head in the general direction of Empress Calhualyana, with a knowing smile. "So tell me, what are your very top priorities for this peace conference? What language would you most like to see written into a final peace accord?"

Alice thought for a moment, then answered. "Well, ideally, besides a standard cessation of hostility, we would like an internationally-maintained DMZ around the Canal and nearby area, with Canal profits split evenly between the two sides. We would also want a guarantee of independence for Manauia Island and the Necōatl Islands, with the provision that the latter cease their attacks on Xiomerans residing on their Islands. And I'd personally want a way to hold Yauhmi to her democratic processes, however that may be a bit difficult in a conference like this." Lira spoke up after Alice had finished. "Personally, I'd also like some sort of safety provision for the canal profits. I forget the exact phrase in English, but it would be a contingency plan of sorts. Like, if one side breaks the agreement, they forfeit all rights and future profits from the Canal."

Liu nodded as the Eirians spoke. "That's excellent, the ceasefire and de-militarized zone around the canal line up nicely with the desires I've heard from most of the states in attendance. I'm still meaning to talk it over with my staff and the other delegations, but it seems as if the best option for canal administration will be to establish a neutral international administration to oversee the canal and its profits, although an accountability mechanism like you mentioned, Madam Speaker, could be a thorny issue to solve. As for independence, the Xiomerans might not like it, but I'm determined to put in place a fair plebiscite-- a referendum, for the inhabitants of those islands to approve or reject independence. So all in all, it seems that we're much on the same page here. I'm very glad to hear it."

"I am glad to hear it too. Also, we brought gifts, for being generous hosts." She gestured to an Aide, who brought a few large bags forward. "Generally, the standard Eirian Saitdaveau, or Host-gift, is Wine, but I didn't want to just bring one kind of gift, so we also brought some Eirian Bestselling books that we picked out. Wine and books are two of Eiria's biggest exports, after all." She and her aides handed the bags off the the Laeralites. "Thank you again for having us."

[Lauchenoiria]

13th December

The Kerlian delegation entered the conference centre close together with their security surrounding them. Ever-paranoid, especially given their last experience of peace negotiations, the Councillors feared some kind of attack. Councillor Pierre in particular was nervous; she didn’t know whether or not foreign intelligence agencies had managed to uncover who proposed the EUCDA amendment.

Councillor Georgiou, who was at the head of the group, spotted President Liu Mei-han and made a beeline for the Laeralian head of state, the rest of the delegation trailing her in their awkwardly tight formation. On the outside of the ring of security personnel, a couple of aides trailed awkwardly, looking around in the way Kerlians tend to do when abroad – a mixture of fear and awe.

“President Liu, thank you for hosting these,” Georgiou said, offering her hand for the president to shake. “We’ve been concerned about the conflict, peace is the best way forward and hopefully this will enable a solution to be found quickly.”

“A pleasure to meet you again, Councillor Georgiou. Welcome to Laeral. I assume you arrived without any trouble?”

“Our journey was pleasant, Madame President. May I introduce Councillors Greenwood and Pierre, alongside our Foreign Minister Katrine Porter, who I believe you’ve met before.”

“A pleasure,” President Liu said to the others. “So down to business. I am curious as to Kerlile’s position during these talks, so as to aid in deliberations going forward. What policy outcomes would be your goal in any peace accords?”

Pierre had not been paying attention, and instead was looking over warily at where Tanvi Misra stood. At the word “accords”, however, she jumped as if she’d been hit and spun back around, opening her mouth to speak then stopping herself, and taking a deep breath.

“I cannot pronounce her new title, and I fear any attempt would just end up being offensive, but we would like support for Yauhmi as she tries to reform her nation. We do, however, recognise that Xiomera and Huenya have very different priorities and are willing to accept a solution which leads to the creation of multiple states,” Pierre said, speaking quickly.

“As my colleague said,” Georgiou frowned at Pierre, confused as they’d planned to have her do most of the speaking. “Our main goal here is a lasting peace. And we would like to see an agreement that all sides in the conflict can abide by without it placing too much strain on their economies or systems of government. We in the Matriarchy have found that when agreements place great strain on nations, it can lead to tensions. Tensions can lead to further conflicts; if not the same conflicts then new ones.”

“We would also like to discuss the matter of Prisoners of War,” Letitia Greenwood piped up. “Xiomera has a number of Kerlians in custody, among citizens of other nations. There is also the matter of… of a war crime committed by a Kerlian citizen on Calhualyana’s side. The individual in question disobeyed orders from the Matriarchy and defected to Xiomera. She was responsible for various crimes. We would like to discuss, therefore, the matter of war crimes and their punishment.”

Georgiou and Pierre both turned to stare at Letitia. This had not been agreed by the Kerlian delegation as a whole. In fact, given Kerlile’s history with war crime prosecutions, they had agreed to refrain from bringing up this matter. The two Councillors eyed Letitia to make it clear they would need to have a discussion later in private. They would not, however, show disunity in front of the Laeralites.

“I see,” President Liu said, conscious of the fact that something unspoken was passing between the Kerlians. “I’m quite pleased to hear that we share the same philosophy as to the outcomes of these talks, and I’m very happy to have your support in brokering a lasting, not punitive, peace. The exchange of prisoners of war, as well as the repatriation of remains, are an obligation incumbent upon us to fulfill at this conference. What of the matters of the intra-Xiomeran canal, Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands?”

“International control over the canal would be preferable,” Georgiou said quickly before either of the others could interrupt with something unplanned. “However, if that is not possible, we would be willing to compromise on this issue. As for the two prospective island states, if their people wish for independence, that is their business. We are concerned about the Netlcoātl Islands leader, however. He seems to be calling for what we view as ethnic cleansing, which is completely unacceptable. Something will need to be done to prevent him from committing genocide.”

“Thank you, Councillor.,” said Liu with a smile. “That aligns closely with the consensus of the delegations I’ve spoken with so far, and it will be most helpful in sorting out the priorities for these talks. I’m confident we can work out an agreement that fulfills most, if not all, of your priorities,” nodded the president, then glanced over at the press area. “I believe the media are keen to speak with you Councillors in particular.”

“That’ll be fun,” Pierre said under her breath. “Thank you, Madame President.” The Councillors walked off towards the media area, trailed closely by their security and their aides. Behind them, and clearly part of their group, walked something that Liu had not expected to see as part of a Kerlian delegation. A man.

“Excuse me,” President Liu said to the man as he went to walk past. “Are you part of the Kerlian delegation?”

“Hard to believe, isn’t it?” he said softly in an unmistakably Kerlian accent. “The others certainly didn’t want to, but they couldn’t stop my cousin. She was entitled to send a representative, and they had no right to question her choice, especially given she’s unable to leave the country herself.”

“Your cousin?”

“My name is Finlay Hale, Jennifer’s cousin and the Hale family representative in the Kerlian delegation.”

[Xiomera]

(Joint post with [nation]Democratic Republic of Eiria[/nation])

As the preliminary discussions ended, Texōccoatl approached the Eirian delegation. “Good to see you all here. We’re going to be meeting with the ANAN group in one of the conference rooms in a bit to discuss how we’re going to rein in that witch on the other side.” It was clear Texōccoatl was referring to Calhualyana. “Would you like to join us?”

Alice nodded and smiled at the comment. "We'd be glad to. Just make sure we're out of her wicked hex range". She gestured for the rest of the Eirian Delegation to follow Texōccoatl to the meeting room. "Glad to see some welcoming faces, from both you and the Laeralites. I think Liu's relieved to have us here."

Yauhmi stood up to shake Alice’s hand as she walked in. “I think so as well. We’re glad to see you here also.” She nodded to President Matōchmizalo, who shook Alice’s hand as well. “I know I’m glad to see anyone who agrees with us that Calhualyana needs to be dealt with.”

"Agreed." Alice sat, with Lira Nērala taking the seat next to her. "Now, we all have given too much to not have this treaty mean anything. What it shall say, however, is a matter of personal opinion. We need to present a united front against Calhualyana, and it's probably wise to make any compromises in here, to save face. Would anyone want to go first, and state what they want?"

”Our goals are simple,” Matōchmizalo said. “We want to ensure that the independence of the Netlcoātl Islands and Manauia Island are guaranteed, that the Intra-Xiomera Canal becomes an international zone, and that Xiomera pays reparations in an acceptable amount for the harm that it has done to the people of the islands, as well as Milintica for historic damages.”

“We agree in broad principle, and there are some in Huenya who are seeking eventual reparations as well,” Yauhmi said carefully with a nod to Huacue, the Necatli leader. “But we believe the Canal should be given to Huenya, and also that demanding reparations from Xiomera is a bit premature in this opening stage.”

Ahuac, the leader from the Netlcoātl Islands, snorted. “600 years is hardly too soon for Xiomera to pay for its crimes. It is 599 years overdue, in my estimation. We believe they should pay now.” Tanqui, the leader of Manauia Island, nodded vigorously in agreement.

Alice made sure to keep her diplomatic façade stable, but her hope fell a little. Broad Principle. No kidding. All we have in common is broad ideas. This will be harder than I thought. "Well, for starters, Eiria has very similar views to you, President Matōchmizalo. The conditional guarantee of Netlcōatl Islands and Manauia Islands are a requirement for us, as well as the International DMZ around the Canal. Unfortunately, it's highly unlikely we'll get Calhualyana to completely cede the Canal, probably impossible. However, an international DMZ with split profits is much more likely, given that you each hold half."

Lira Nērala spoke up when Alice finished. "I was personally hoping to put in a contingency plan of some sort as well, in case any side breaks the agreement. It's better to have a backup than to want one in hindsight."

Yauhmi sighed. “You’re probably right about the Canal, and if we let her keep some chunk of land in eastern Zapotlán that may allow Calhualyana to save enough face to make a peace deal possible. I do want to make clear, we are not ceding our claim that Calhualyana’s government is illegitimate and that we are the only legitimate sovereign government over all of Huenya. We are merely placing that claim in abeyance for now in the interest of peace.”

“A backup plan sounds promising,” Matōchmizalo said to Nērala. “What did you have in mind?”

"Well, I was hoping for mandatory sanctions and/or forfeit of Canal profits. Would anyone else have a backup plan idea?"

"That would be acceptable for us, provided that there is a clear list of actions that would trigger the sanctions,” Yauhmi replied. Matōchmizalo nodded. “A clear list of actions that signatories can’t take to continue receiving profits from the Canal, as well as an escalating list of responses to violations.”

"That sounds reasonable. However, there is another issue that Calhualyana will throw at us." Alice said, looking over at Ahuac. "The expulsion of Xiomerans living on the Netlcōatl Islands."

"Indeed. It is our position that Xiomerans living on Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands must be allowed to remain if they wish, free and unhindered,” Yauhmi said. Huacue grimaced and added, “But the feelings of the native inhabitants of the islands must be taken into account somehow. They suffered greatly at Xiomeran hands.”

“Thank you for raising that point, Huacue. It is frankly appalling to us that our feelings are dismissed out of concerns of protecting the people who stole our land and oppressed us,” Ahuac said grimly. Matōchmizalo grimaced as well at that point. “This is a point we can work on. But we can’t just kick people out or commit crimes against them just because Xiomerans acted that way. This is why we think the issue of reparations is so important. It provides a means of redress to the victims of Xiomera while still protecting Xiomerans who may be innocent.”

"Reparations are a much better idea than deporting all Xiomerans. And I must insist that the expulsions stop, and may request that it goes into the treaty as well. I know that others in the international community agree with me on this matter, including our gracious hosts." Alice took a firm, but still cordial, tone. "It's an important matter, one we cannot overlook. Plus it gives Calhualyana the opportunity to play the victim."

"We will agree to the inclusion of a ban on expulsions on two conditions,” Ahuac said. “One, that the international community agree in writing, in the treaty, to guarantee that our independence and that of Manauia Island be protected from either Xiomera or Huenya, with a military commitment if necessary. Also, that it also be documented in the treaty that Xiomera will be required to enter mediated talks with us at a later date on reparations.”

Lira nodded. "Those are more than reasonable terms. We would agree to them. It may be a bit more difficult to get Calhualyana to agree to the latter point, but that's something we can work on. Another matter we haven't quite discussed is who would guard the Canal. I'm not entirely sure who would be accepted by both sides."

"It would have to be an international force not composed of any party to the civil war, to be acceptable to the witch, I am guessing,” Yauhmi said. “So that definitely excludes Eiria and Legionas. We would have to see what other nations would be willing and able to contribute peacekeepers.”

"True, true. Was there anything else anyone wished to discuss in this meeting?"

"I believe that is everything, we seem to all be on the same page now as far as what we hope to achieve here.” Yauhmi sighed. “I will admit, I am a bit troubled that reunification of all of Huenya may not be possible to achieve now. But this is the best we can do for now.”

Alice nodded and stood. "Well, thank you for meeting with us. This was quite productive, and as long as we stick together, we can actually get something done with Calhualyana." The Eirians went around, shaking each representative's hand.

After the Eirians had left, Matōchmizalo simply smiled. “We’ll see the rest of you out there,” he said, leading the other ANAN delegates out. Yauhmi leaned back in her chair. “I’m glad that we are in agreement on the major points with the others, but something tells me Calhualyana will not be so cooperative.”

“She has something planned,” Texōccoatl replied. “I just wish I knew what it was.”

[Laeral]

Stepping through the door away from the main floor of the conference center and into the corridors and conference rooms that the Laeralian delegation had occupied was always a tremendous relief for Alexandre Herault. Out on the main floor, where his boss and the other “front-facing” Laeralites were circulating between the delegations, Alexandre always felt a prickly, itchy sensation that he was being scrutinized. With so many foreign visitors in attendance, and so many pairs of eyes shooting glances at the young man with the ear of President Liu, Alexandre couldn’t help but feel judged. Evaluated. Monitored.

It had always been that way; being an upstart young person trying to break into Laeralian politics with no connections had been one thing when he’d been on the staff of a junior member of the Neidong provincial legislature and quite another when that legislator had ended up becoming President of the Allied Provinces of Laeral. Now that he was out of the spotlight and no one was watching, he didn’t have to fidget with his tie or worry about his posture for the cameras. He could break into a brisk walk, or loosen his tie just a little on his way to check in on the negotiators’ progress. He took a sip from his to-go cup of an extravagantly sugared coffee confection as he scanned his security badge to enter the negotiators’ main room in the back of the conference center.

“Drop your phone in the box!” a Foreign Ministry staffer called to him from where she was in a huddle with two other bureaucrats. “It’s policy. No leaks from here.”

Alexandre took out his Hirondelle smartphone and set it in the bin by the door, as the staffer, an older Arrivée woman, rushed over. “Now who are you?” she said. “You must be new; I’m Agathe Morvan, from the Foreign Ministry.”

“Alexandre Herault,” Alexandre said.

Alexandre saw the moment that her eyes went wide, and she seemed to look the younger man up and down, as if surprised that the president’s chief of staff was less than a decade out from grad school. “Oh!” she said. “Terribly sorry, Monsieur Herault. I’m sorry, I didn’t get a good look at you.”

“No worries,” Alexandre said. He was being sincere; it happened all the time. “And please, call me Alexandre. I’m just here to check in on your team’s progress on the draft agreement.”

“Well,” Agathe said, “we’ve been coordinating the wants of the different delegations in our draft language, and we’re expecting to have a completed first draft by tonight. If you take a look at our preparations here…” she gestured to the whiteboards set up around the perimeter of the room, each with headings labelled with a country’s name or a topic like “Canal” or “POWs.”

“Looks good,” Alexandre said. “Can I get a draft to show the president?”

Agathe’s brow furrowed for a moment at this, before reaching over to one of the work tables pushed up against the wall and grabbing a few papers. “It’s in a rough state, but this reflects our progress as of about an hour ago. We’ve addressed all of the priorities the president and Minister Misra mentioned, and Ambassador Lin okay’ed an earlier version of this draft. Vice-Minister Zhu was talking with the Iskiram nobles for several hours earlier, so I’m hoping to hear from him soon.”

Alexandre glanced down at the papers, now over eight pages long, annotated with notes in two different languages and several different sets of handwriting. “This looks very impressive. The president has a lot of confidence in your team; I’m glad it’s being borne out.”

“Thank you,” Agathe said. “I just noticed that this copy is a little cluttered with all the notes. Do you want me to print off a clean one?”

Behind Alexandre, the door swung open again, and a Foreign Ministry staffer Alexandre vaguely recognized rushed in, weaving around the tables and one cluster of staffers to join another group in a rushed discussion over Manauia Island.

Alexandre shook his head. “No, this is great. Knowing the president, she’ll want to see one fresh from the drafting room. I’ll get this out to her and report back with her thoughts.”

A moment later, he was back outside in the hallways of the Jinyu Conference Center, eight pages of the draft agreement placed inside a policy folder, on his way back outside into the public eye. He tightened his tie once again on the way out.

[Xiomera]

(Joint post with [nation]Lauchenoiria[/nation])

After the initial gathering had concluded, a member of the Xiomeran delegation walked over to the Kerlian delegation. Giving a short, polite bow, the Xiomeran nodded. “Honored Councillors and.....um....representatives,” she said, briefly looking at Finlay Hale before continuing. “Her Majesty, the Empress Calhualyana, would like to have a meeting with your delegation, if you are willing.”

"We would be pleased to meet with the Empress," Pauline Pierre said quickly, glancing sideways at Letitia Greenwood who had opened her mouth, likely to reject the invitation. Greenwood glared at Pierre. Finlay narrowed his eyes at the Xiomeran also, suspicious of their motivations. Georgiou offered no objection to Pierre's response.

"If you would please follow me,” the Xiomeran replied, leading the Kerlian delegation to a conference room nearby. When they walked in, Empress Calhualyana stood up, greeting each Councillor by name and shaking their hands. When she reached Finlay Hale, Calhualyana paused for a moment. “Are you an assistant with the delegation, sir?” she asked, a look of slight surprise on her face.

"I am Councillor Jennifer Hale's cousin, her appointed representative to this delegation," Finlay replied, looking the Empress in the eye, his Kerlian accent stronger than those of the women.

"As a member of the Council Committee on the Xiomeran Conflict," Georgiou explained, speaking primly and somewhat disapprovingly, "Councillor Hale has the right to appoint a representative to any conference focusing on the conflict. As she is unable to travel outside of Kerlile, she chose her... cousin. The appointment was hers alone to make."

"I see,” Calhualyana said, seemingly bemused. “In that case, I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Hale. Moving forward, I shall treat you with the same respect that I would Councillor Hale, if she were here,” she said. The word choice and tone Calhualyana used conveyed both a nod of admiration for his lack of being cowed, and a subtle reminder of the fact that his cousin was the only reason he held any power here, in the combination of surface politeness and well-hidden, well-crafted snark that Calhualyana excelled at.

Turning to Katrine Porter, she shook the Secretary’s hand as well and greeted her, before everyone sat down. “Thank you for agreeing to this meeting with us. I was hoping for some time before the plenary session for us to discuss ways we can extricate ourselves from the mess Xochiuhue caused, and on goals that we could possibly share for these talks and our relationship moving forward.”

"We are willing to work with both sides in the conflict to reach a solution which is agreeable to all parties," Councillor Georgiou began, choosing her words carefully. "So we are pleased to have the opportunity to speak with you, Empress Calhualyana. We were most pleased with your swift action in removing Xochiuhue from power when it became clear he posed a threat to, frankly, half the world. Moving forward, we would like to see an agreement which prevents more violence on any side, and facilitates close-to-normal trade in the area."

"We are certainly amenable to an end to fighting, and have already agreed to cede any territorial claims we have in western Huenya, Manauia Island and the Netlcōatl Islands to facilitate a peaceful resolution to this conflict. For our part, we would like to see a provision in any treaty that guarantees Xiomerans will be able to live in the Netlcōatl Islands or Manauia Island without fear of reprisal from any new authorities there.”

“As for trade,” the Empress said, “that brings up the subject of the Canal, which is probably the most difficult issue of these discussions. Giving up the Canal would represent a significant financial loss for Xiomera, and would also be very hard to justify to my people. The Canal is a great engineering achievement and a source of national pride. I would need to have some serious incentives to be able to sell the loss of the Canal to my people in an acceptable way. There are, truthfully, some in Xiomera who believe I am giving up too much already.”

"We agree that the threats towards Xiomerans in the Netlcōatl Islands are completely unacceptable, and we intend to push for measures to protect Xiomerans in former territories of the Empire," Finlay Hale replied, earning looks from the three Councillors for speaking. They were not entirely comfortable with his presence.

"We will not accept threats against Xiomerans in the Netlcōatl Islands or anywhere else," Georgiou glanced at Finlay, frowning as she echoed his words. "On the subject of the Canal, I would like to say that it is very impressive indeed, and we understand your attachment. However, from what we hear, it does appear to be a sticking point for your opponents in these discussions."

"We do need to consider stability, however," Pierre added. "If there are elements in Xiomera who would cause a disturbance were the Canal to be ceded, then that shall need to be taken into account."

"Indeed, and I can’t deny that there are elements in Xiomera who would do so. I can handle any disturbances,” Calhualyana said with a grimace, “but it’s certainly an issue that has to be considered. That being said, the more my opponents are prepared to offer as incentive or concessions, the easier it is for me to make this deal work. We would, at a minimum, hope for some kind of territorial and financial compensation, or at least some kind of favorable trade arrangements and the end of sanctions against us.”

"Sanctions are detrimental to the world economy," Letitia Greenwood nodded. "Though they are a favoured tool of many nations these days. We in Kerlile certainly do not intend to continue any sanctions following these talks. Though the mention of the Canal brings us onto one other important point, which may be of some contention to both our delegations. The matter of Zapotlán and any accusations of war crimes that any party may make against any other party."

Pauline Pierre openly glared at Greenwood in response to her mention of war crimes, and Finlay Hale looked rather uncomfortable too. Georgiou and Porter managed to maintain their composure, but inside they became tense. After 2018, the very idea of signing another treaty was itself concerning, and this would only make matters worse. They had asked Greenwood to refrain from this line of discussion, she had ignored them. Now they were committed, unless they wanted to lose face.

Calhualyana was also surprised at the mention of war crimes, but kept the surprise off her face with the blandly polite expression of an ASI agent speaking to a potential suspect. She made a mental note of the reactions of Pierre and Hale in passing, filing them away for future reference, before continuing.

“The subject of war crimes is a rather tricky one, as they occurred on both sides,” Calhualyana said calmly. “Our stance is that the Huenyan side should address the issue of war crimes committed by their side in their own courts, and the Xiomeran side should do the same. We are not prepared to allow these talks to become some kind of international tribunal over Xiomera. We are quite capable of punishing our own wrongdoers. If anyone wishes, they can attend Xochiuhue’s upcoming execution as proof of that.”

"I expect my eldest daughter may take you up on that offer," Pierre laughed drily. "It's rather odd, she used to disapprove of such methods of carrying out justice, but she has taken quite a dislike to the man. The vast majority of Kerlians would agree with you regarding the prosecution of any such crimes. We do not need a repeat of the fiasco of what happened after Lauchenoiria; politically motivated prosecutions against individuals on both sides which naturally failed as they had no basis in fact."

Pierre glanced at Greenwood, meeting her eye as the other woman turned away and leaned towards Calhualyana. "What about the matter of individuals who do not presently reside in their own country? There must be some way to deal with those who seek to escape justice by crossing borders, no?"

"There are ways. Countries that seek wanted individuals can submit requests for those individuals to be extradited or sign extradition agreements with each other if they don’t already exist. That’s how such things are typically handled in the international community, and we think that is the best course. Anything else invites more of the same sort of unfairness and chaos that Councillor Pierre mentioned, that took place after the Lauchenoirian conflict. Xiomera will not be subject to such indignities.” Calhualyana’s voice had taken on a bit of a firmer tone, before she reminded herself to be diplomatic. “We will give any extradition requests all due and fair consideration, as I am sure the Huenyan side would in their own place.”

"We have no issues with that approach," Pierre replied, glaring at Greenwood openly now. "Pardon my colleague, Letitia does not enjoy air travel, the thin air affects her reasoning capacities."

"Hey now," Letitia hissed. "If you think this an acceptable..."

"We are hopeful that trade can restart between Xiomera and Kerlile as soon as possible," Katrine Porter said loudly, interrupting Letitia. She flinched a little as she did so, concerned about the consequences of talking over a Councillor. "This conflict has been damaging to our relationship and we wish to repair that. I'm sure you understand why we could not work with Xochiuhue, but we needn't continue the animosity that briefly existed as a result of our concerns that he would go down a path of misogyny."

Calhualyana smiled. At the mention of trade, Porter was speaking her language. “No one could work with Xochiuhue, he went quite mad at the end. Probably in the middle, too, but....yes. We would definitely like to restart trade and normal relations as soon as possible. Xiomera has, except for Xochiuhue’s stupidity, always been supportive of Kerlile and its mission and we hope to continue that policy.”

"We are very glad to hear that," Georgiou exhaled in relief now that the topic had changed. Finlay Hale, on the other hand, had bit his lip at the mention of Kerlile's mission. He had not yet learned how to hide his facial expressions, and his only salvation lay in the fact that none of the others in the Kerlian delegation were looking at him at the time.

"Before we can discuss the normalisation of relations, we sadly must consider this message from Councillor Chiu," Katrine Porter added, pulling out an envelope and handing it to the Empress. "It appears one of her relatives is amongst the prisoners of war captured in Zapotlán."

Calhualyana noted Finlay Hale’s reaction, as she noted almost everything around her. Interesting, she thought, before taking the envelope from Porter and reading through the letter quickly. “I see....Suyin Chiu. Our intention had been to release any prisoners of war once these talks were concluded. However, as a gesture of goodwill, I can arrange for Ms. Chiu and her unit to be repatriated to Kerlile immediately.”

"That will please Councillor Chiu," Greenwood nodded. "I mean, statistically there were probably three or four members of the Chiu family in Zapotlán, there's so many of them."

"The Chiu family's... reproductive rate aside," Porter tried to bring the conversation back to something more productive, "we would like to make it known that we do not intend to sign any treaties that place undue restrictions on trade."

"That is good to hear. I do feel that we are in agreement on most points,” Calhualyana said. “There is only one other thing I wanted to discuss. I am sure that Yauhmi and her delegation will request to speak with you as well. They will most likely ask you to pick a side - us or them. We do not intend to force you to make such a choice. It is our belief that this new state of Huenya and Xiomera can coexist - and that nations can befriend both. Yauhmi’s side insists that they have to have authority over all of Huenya, driven by this radical ideology called pan-Huenyanism. It is our belief that the two sides of Huenya are distinct and that it is probably for the best that they remain separate.....but I am rambling. I would just ask that if Yauhmi’s delegation asks you to pick a side, that you share our belief that no one should have to pick sides here.”

"We certainly do not wish to be forced to take a side in negotiations, and you know we hope to end the armed conflict - or at the very least, our role in it. We have worked with Yauhmi in the past, and wish to maintain good relations with both Huenya and Xiomera," Georgiou said without saying anything.

Despite the noncommittal response, Calhualyana seemed pleased. Having Kerlile return to neutrality in all of this at least takes them out of Yauhmi’s pocket. That’s good enough for now. “That’s very good to hear. I think we’re pretty much on the same page now with things. Is there anything else you would like to discuss?”

"Yes, I..." Letitia Greenwood opened her mouth, but Georgiou interrupted her.

"No, Empress, that is all. Thank you for taking the time to meet with us. We hope for a beneficial outcome in these talks, and assure you that we will not consent to any scenario which implies a repeat of 2018."

The Empress hid her amusement at Greenwood being cut off as she stood. “I am very glad to hear that, and I also hope that these talks go well and that we can resume normal relations soon. Thank you as well,” Calhualyana said, shaking everyone’s hand again. Once the Kerlians had left, Calhualyana sat back down. Things had gone about as well as she had hoped.

After the Kerlians left the room, Georgiou grabbed Greenwood's wrist firmly and turned to face her.

"What was that?" she hissed.

"Mariya Adema is guilty of treason. She is a threat, and she cannot be allowed to remain in Xiomera," Greenwood replied. "We were careful, none of our people committed any war crimes, so there's no problem with mentioning it."

"Even the male," Pierre nodded at Finlay Hale, "was less of a liability than you in there. Prosecutions are political, we of all people should know that. You would put us all at risk. Either you stick to our agreed agenda, or you wait out the rest of the talks in your hotel room."

"You have no right to confine me to the hotel!"

"No, but I do," Georgiou replied. "As head of this delegation, I have responsibility, and if you continue to behave in this manner, I will ask the Laeralian security to escort you off these premises, and don't think I won't. I don't bluff."

Councillor Letitia Greenwood stared in disbelief at Pierre and Georgiou as Katrine Porter and Finlay Hale pretended to be looking at anything else. Then, Greenwood turned around and stalked away down the corridor, fury on her face as the other two Councillors looked after her, and sighed together.

[Xiomera]

(Joint post with [nation]Lauchenoiria[/nation])

While the vigorous discussion was taking place between Greenwood and the rest of the Kerlian delegation, Texōccoatl waited quietly and patiently at a distance with Huacue, the Necatli leader. “They seem to be quite cross,” Huacue said. “They just got out of a meeting with Calhualyana, can you blame them?” Texōccoatl replied with a slight laugh.

When the Kerlians had resumed a calmer demeanor, Texōccoatl and Huacue finally approached. “Good morning,” Texōccoatl said politely. “We’re pleased to see you’ve made it to the talks. Would you have a moment to meet with us as well?”

"Of course," Councillor Georgiou smiled, "I'm afraid my colleague Councillor Greenwood has returned to our hotel, we shall have to meet without her. The three of us here - four, sorry - would be happy to speak with you."

Texōccoatl smiled warmly in response. “I don’t believe we’ve had a chance to introduce my colleague here. This is Huacue, leader of the Necatli people and a member of our Assembly.” Huacue nodded respectfully to the Kerlians, before Texōccoatl led everyone to another conference room. When they arrived, Yauhmi stood up and warmly greeted the Kerlians. When it came time to greet Finlay Hale, Yauhmi paused. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” she said, surprised to see a male Kerlian in the delegation but doing a good job of hiding it.

"My name is Finlay Hale, I'm Councillor Jennifer Hale's cousin and her appointed representative to this delegation."

The two remaining Councillors, alongside Katrine Porter, remained silent this time, rather than offering an explanation. Georgiou, in particular, was curious to see how Yauhmi would react to the presence of a male Kerlian. Few foreigners had met a male Kerlian, and even fewer had been able to speak to one.

Having no particular issue with men that weren’t overthrowing her, throwing her in prison or trying to kill her, Yauhmi had no issue with Finlay Hale after she got past her initial surprise at his presence. “I see, I am pleased to meet you, sir,” Yauhmi said politely. “Is this your first opportunity to travel outside Kerlile?”

"It is," he nodded. "My cousin has been most gracious, she rescued me after I was accused of anti-matriarchal activity. She has given me many opportunities I wouldn't otherwise have had, and it is my hope that I can help improve the opportunities for others as a result."

Pierre and Georgiou exchanged a glance at this. Neither were entirely sure what Finlay's motivations were, but expressing a desire for reform in a meeting with someone who was associated with trying to reform her own country could be beneficial.

"That is always a laudable hope,” Yauhmi said, smiling. “I am hoping to accomplish much the same thing, actually,” she added as everyone sat down. “That’s why I’m glad to have a chance to speak with you all before we go into the talks. I thought it would be a good idea for us to touch base on where we stand on the issues.”

"We are happy to do so," Georgiou took the lead, as they'd agreed after Letitia's swift and angry departure. "It is important that this goes smoothly and we end up with an agreement that all parties can follow without undue stress. Our own priorities are the opening of trade in the area again, and an end to the fighting. For full disclosure, we intend to withdraw our troops regardless of the outcome. We do not have the resources for a prolonged military campaign."

Yauhmi and Texōccoatl exchanged a brief look, before Yauhmi nodded. “I believe that is the stance of all of the delegations present, really. Our preference would be to go in and drag Calhualyana out of the Palace of Flowers by her hair, but we understand that is not....possible at the moment,” Yauhmi said. “We have been discussing the issue of the Canal with other delegations, and while we would also prefer that it be given over to us, we are prepared to make concessions there to designate it an international zone with profits to be shared between both sides.”

"We would have no issues with that plan for the Canal," Porter answered after a nod from Georgiou. "Provided there were sufficient measures to prevent conflict breaking out once more in the zone. The present situation is extremely disruptive to trade. We are informed that the Xiomerans are... reluctant to cede control of the Canal, however."

"Calhualyana will agree for two reasons in the end: because the rest of the world is demanding it and she has no choice really....but also I am sure these talks will offer her enough to save face and pull away from some of her more outrageous demands,” Texōccoatl said. “So we are not quite as worried about that part of things. We are more concerned with gaining international recognition for Huenya, and gaining support for our position that we are the only legitimate government over all of Huenya.”

“We also have to determine what happens to prisoners of war, and make sure some measures are put in place to limit Calhualyana’s power and her ambitions. And, also, to limit Xiomeran military power,” Huacue added.

"International recognition for Huenya is an important goal," Georgiou nodded carefully. "And one I believe will be relatively easy to achieve. The issue of prisoners of war is also a matter that is of great importance, as my colleague Councillor Greenwood would have spoken to if she was present. On the matter of Xiomeran military power, is their capacity not greatly diminished already by what has occurred?"

"Their capacity is diminished.....but they still retain a considerable military capability,” Huacue said. “This remains a concern for us.”

“Placing hard limits on their military will likely lead to a backlash, though. We will probably have to focus on defensive alliances as a way of keeping Calhualyana’s ambitions in check,” Texōccoatl added.

“This brings me to an important question,” Yauhmi said. “We know that Kerlile is not in a position to be too aggressive when it comes to this situation, but we were hoping that we could come to an agreement to strengthen ties between our respective states as a further way to rein in Calhualyana.”

The two Councillors exchanged glances, then looked to Katrine Porter, who avoided their eyes. Finlay Hale bit his lip. The Matriarchy was hoping to return to a place of neutrality, but this would make that rather difficult. For the Council still owed Yauhmi, in their eyes, for the trade and for the Aurora matter. Finally, Pierre was the one to speak.

"What sort of agreement do you propose?" she asked, slowly.

"Mainly, a resumption of our previous understandings as far as trade and mutual defense. A return to the status quo we enjoyed prior to the coup and the civil war, only between Kerlile and Huenya at this point,” Yauhmi replied. She had noted the hesitation from the Kerlians and was slightly confused.

"We are perfectly willing to return to our mutual trade agreements. The matter of defence is more... complicated," Pierre said reluctantly. "We do not know what the outcome of these discussions will be. Your intention is to push a claim to all the land on the island of Huenya, on both sides of the Canal, no? If so, that will put you directly at odds with the existence of the state of Xiomera."

"What my colleague is meaning," Georgiou added, "is that conflicting territorial claims often lead to a state of long-term war, meaning a mutual defence agreement would cause us to have to commit military forces at a time when, both politically and economically speaking, that would be incredibly challenging."

"It is, fundamentally, our position that the ‘state of Xiomera’ no longer exists or has any legitimacy,” Huacue said before Yauhmi could respond. “We are simply asking you to de-recognize an illegitimate state and government and recognize the legitimate one - us.”

Yauhmi had been at a bit of a loss when Pierre and Georgiou had dithered on the idea of re-establishing the military alliance with Huenya. But when Huacue intervened, Yauhmi spoke up quickly, lest the Kerlians get the impression that a man on her side was trying to tell them what to do. “We understand that this is a difficult situation for you to be placed in, though. We can renew trade relations and perhaps re-visit defense arrangements at a more opportune time,” Yauhmi said.

While she hid it well, Yauhmi was disappointed in the response. She had been hoping that, for most nations, it would be a straightforward matter to decline to recognize Calhualyana’s illegitimate government. She was seeing now that the issue would be far more complicated than she had hoped.

"There are still threats to our nation," Finlay Hale spoke up softly, and the three Kerlian women turned slowly to him in disbelief. "And to yours, Yauhmi. Trusting Calhualyana would be a mistake, we should consider what Huacue says."

"A male agrees with a male," Katrine Porter sneered, adding sarcastically: "Someone call the press in here, this is sure to make headlines."

"My apologies, Yauhmi, Councillor Hale's representative is not familiar with the workings of international relations," Georgiou turned to the Huenyan delegation, a spark of fury in her eyes, directed at her own delegation. "She was advised to choose a more experienced representative, but alas her decision was made. I understand you may be disappointed in our words, but I can attempt to explain. How familiar are you with Council decision-making procedures?"

"Probably not as familiar as I should be,” Yauhmi admitted. “Please elaborate for me.”

"There are ten Council families, each entitled to a representative on the Council. The eldest daughter of the eldest daughter, a standard progression similar to any hereditary system, but excluding males. The only case where the eldest is not the Councillor is in the event of the incapacity or incarceration of the individual who would rightfully hold the position, as we saw in the case of Anita Patel, who was succeeded by her daughter when she was imprisoned in Sanctaria."

Georgiou stopped to take a quick sip of water. "The President is selected from among Councillors and succeeded by her heir on the Council. She has veto powers over the Parliament, but the Council has veto powers over her - collectively speaking. The Council is chaired by the longest-serving Councillor, presently Lia Chiu. And therein lies our problem. We cannot approve a defence agreement if the Chair refuses to ever allow a debate to reach the floor."

"I see. And Councillor Chiu has.....concerns about such an agreement?”

"One of Chiu's relatives is in Calhualyana's custody," Georgiou replied. "If word gets out that we are going to form such an agreement..."

"I see your point,” Yauhmi said after a pause. “Given the situation, then, I think it is reasonable for us to withdraw our request concerning defense agreements for now.”

Huacue looked slightly frustrated, but said nothing. Texōccoatl nodded in agreement with Yauhmi.

“On the other points, then, I believe we are in agreement....” Yauhmi said, only for Huacue to interrupt again. “With respect, Yauhmi, I don’t think we have complete clarity here. Will Kerlile recognize Calhualyana’s government and maintain relations with it?”

Pierre and Georgiou shared a grim glance. The attempt to shift the discussion to the future, and the responsibility to the absent Councillor Chiu, had failed. It seemed that Huacue was unlike the politicians from established democracies who knew how to take a hint. An answer would have to be given. The two Councillors looked at Katrine Porter, who swallowed nervously.

"Our intention is to wait and see the will of the Xiomeran people, and if it is to remain a separate state, thus recognise Calhualyana's government and the state of Xiomera," Porter answered reluctantly and braced herself for a response.

Once the fact was out in the open, silence descended on the room. Finally, Yauhmi chuckled weakly. “I suppose that means we will just have to make sure Calhualyana loses her elections,” she said, her voice trying to convey a sense of humor. Huacue simply snorted in response, his vocal expression of disdain conveying his opinion on the matter. After a moment, Texōccoatl simply nodded. “We certainly hope that the vote will not go that way - and that Calhualyana actually allows a fair vote to take place. We understand your position, it is hard to determine which direction to go when the situation on the ground is still so unsettled. If Kerlile continues to maintain a relationship with us, we will be content with that.”

Georgiou and Porter looked down, avoiding Yauhmi's gaze. Councillor Pierre looked away fully, embarrassed. As a member of the family who funded the Aurora Programme, Pierre knew she would be forever indebted to Yauhmi, and this was uncomfortable for her. She didn't dislike Calhualyana, and this is what they wanted, but to Pierre the present situation felt wrong somehow.

"We dearly wish for a good relationship between Kerlile and Huenya," Finlay Hale said, filling the gap. "We have much in common, such as the desire to seek a path of reform. But in other ways we are very different: in Kerlile, it will become that much harder to continue the reformist path if we become embroiled in a foreign conflict. We don't know what the future will bring, and we will keep watching. If Calhualyana has lied to us, tricked us, we will react. After 2018, we are naturally risk-averse, but don't lose hope over us, Cihuātlahtoāni Yauhmi. You have given hope to so many, you deserve to feel it in return."

The three Kerlian women once again turned to stare at Finlay. This time, after a moment, Georgiou nodded, followed by Porter and Pierre.

After a moment of her own, Yauhmi nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Hale,” she said with genuine respect in her voice. “If you’re an example of where Kerlile may be heading....it’s definitely too soon for us to give up on each other.”

She nodded again, as if a decision had been made. “I do thank all of you for supporting us up to now, and look forward to working with you in the future. Now, we just have to get through these talks. Is there anything else you would like to discuss or clarify with us?”

"I need to give you this," Pierre produced another envelope and handed it to Yauhmi. "For your eyes only, for later."

"I am not privy to the contents of Councillor Pierre's letter," Georgiou said, "but for my part, we have mentioned all that was necessary to mention. We hope for a conclusion at these talks which is beneficial to all."

"We hope so as well,” Yauhmi said, standing up. “We look forward to seeing you in the main discussion here, and working with you moving forward.”

After the Kerlian delegation had left, Yauhmi looked at the envelope she had been given by Pierre. She wondered what was inside, and if it would be good news for once.

"Finlay..." Georgiou said after they'd left the room. "Good job."

It was the highest praise a male Kerlian had received from a Councillor of Kerlile in decades.

[Democratic Republic Of Eiria]

Jinyu, Laeral

Alice Lancaster walked briskly down the sidewalk, briefcase full of files in hand. She hadn't minded the talks so far, they were a little tedious, but she was quite fond of international talks. Although she would rather be home, with Adrian. She hated having to leave him so soon.

The hotel wasn't far from the conference center, and she needed the distraction, so she had chosen to walk the distance. Even with the Solar Guard assigned to her trailing behind her, it was a refreshing change from the crowded and busy conference.

Finlay Hale was unaccustomed to having freedom. His mother had been the third daughter of a Kerlian Councillor and she was not pleased with his existence. His childhood had been miserable, and he'd fallen in with dissident groups as a form of teenage rebellion. It had ended with him in prison. He'd expected to die there, but had been rescued by his cousin, the new Councillor Hale, who he rather thought must have been switched at birth, for she was nothing like the other women in their family.

Taking advantage of this time outside of the Matriarchy, he was walking down the street, staring wide-eyed up at the buildings in Jinyu. He had no security with him, the Councillors insisted on using it all for themselves. And he rather thought they wouldn't care if he came to harm.

Alice noticed Finlay's amazement as he walked past and smiled a bit. "Finlay Hale? From Kerlile?". She turned and extended her hand in greeting. "We haven't officially met. Alice Lancaster."

"Madam Lancaster," Finlay shook her hand and bowed slightly. "A pleasure to meet you. I expect you haven't had the chance to meet many male Kerlians."

"The Pleasure is all mine. And yes, I don't believe I've met a man from Kerlile. Limited opportunities, I'm afraid." She glanced aside before continuing. "Though I must say, your presence has caused a lot of talk within the Delegations. You've become a bit of a celebrity. Could I buy you a coffee, or drink of some kind? I'm interested in how you ended up in the Kerlian delegation of all places."

"I can imagine it has," chuckled Finlay. "I believe that was my cousin's purpose in sending me here. I'm happy to accept a coffee and provide something of an explanation, and a history."

"That would be excellent, thanks. My room isn't too far." She turned and said something to her Guard in Eirian, causing her to sigh and talk into her radio. "Don't mind Lieutenant Desar. She runs my security detail. I, quite literally, trust her with my life." She held the door to the hotel open for Finley and Desar, the latter entering first. "So, would the other delegation members be frustrated because you talked to an Eirian?".

"I rather think they only let me out because we're in Laeral and I speak neither French nor Chinese," he snorted. "That, and they can't deny my contribution to our meeting with Yauhmi was extremely helpful. No, I can speak to who I like, they know my views already, it's not like you can radicalise me against them further."

"True." She entered an open elevator, Desar on her tail. "So, how'd you get this job? And, more importantly, why did you take the job? Your courage is impressive. You're not afraid to input your opinion. I can't imagine you're respected in Kerlile, all things considered. Why take the job?".

"My cousin was entitled to send a delegate as she could not attend herself. She choose me, partly because we've been working together since she saved me, partly I think to make a point about reform both to the Council and to other nations. As for why I took the job? There were only two people Jennifer could send that she trusts, myself and her aide and protegée Emma Woodward. Emma has a proper phobia of flying. I owe Jennifer my life. So there was no question about it."

"Ah. I have to say, the more I learn about your cousin, the more I admire her. Her antics and strategy are superb. But with your aspirations and skills, why not try to escape to Eiria, or Laeral, or Legionas?" The elevator opened, and Alice lead Finely to her designated hotel room, opening it with her key.

"That is what they expect me to do," Finlay sighed. "They even said as much to Jennifer. Let a male out of Kerlile and he will never return. I could escape, live freely, but I would hand the propaganda victory to the Council. They would use it to justify clamping down on men still in Kerlile, they'd use it to water down the new emigration act. I could buy my own freedom, but the price I pay would be that of many others. So I must go back, whatever they do to me."

Alice looked down in dismay as she fiddled with the room's coffeemaker. "That's what I was afraid of. It's an unfortunate situation." She placed a cup of hot coffee on the table, next to a thing of cream. "Forgive my curiosity, but I've always wondered how the Kerlian Council families worked. They've always seemed like archaic noble houses. Are relatives of councillors treated as noble? At least, female relatives of councillors?"

"Yes, to an extent. It's an apt comparison, there are privileges that come from being related to a Councillor, even for males. If I had been obedient, I would have been fine. I am not so good at that, alas."

"Fascinating. I'm not exactly a good follower of orders myself. Drives my brother mad." She sighed. "Did you know some people in Eiria thought my brother and I were going to reinstate the Monarchies of old? Before 1845, Eiria was ruled by Dukes, Counts, and Mayors, all with varying degrees of Democracy. The House of Lancaster-Morgan, later shortened to House of Lancaster, ruled a Duchy in the Northwest. And because of that, some people thought we were Monarchists. We're literally the last ones in the house who would inherit the crown, should it be reinstated!"

"Before Kerlile existed as a state, there was a King in North Fleura, who died without an heir causing chaos. The founders of Kerlile took advantage of that. They didn't intend to establish hereditary rule, it just... happened."

Finlay sighed and sipped some of the coffee. "I know things about the Council I daren't utter aloud. They'd kill me if I did, and everyone else with the misfortune to bear the name Hale. But I think they are actually getting better. Slowly, but reform is real, Madam Lancaster. For the first time in a long time, there's real hope in Kerlile."

"I'm glad to hear that. Many in Eiria are skeptical the reforms will stay in effect. Or that any more will be passed at all. I'm still curious why the EUDCA amendment passed suddenly. The Council of Kerlile seems so foreign and strange to Eirians."

"Someone switched their vote. Circumstances changed. I can't say who, she fears backlash from the traditionalists back home if it got out that she'd suddenly voted for a reformist position. My own mother was exempt from EUCDA, she was too far down the line of succession when she had me. Else I'd have been given away to an orphanage. Perhaps that would've been preferable."

"What would you have pursued as a career, if you had been born somewhere else? Say, Eiria?"

"A hypothetical question," Finlay smiled. "I don't engage with them. Thinking about what could have been only leads to melancholy. I prefer to think of what could be in times still to come."

"Ah. My apologies. Eirians love hypothetical questions. It's a habit. Our language even has a few rules on what grammar to use in a hypothetical question."

"Males were not permitted to learn foreign languages in Kerlile," Finlay sighed. "Not by law, merely by custom. No boys' schools taught it and male internet use was heavily restricted. No need to apologise, however, it's a personal preference - overthinking my mistakes was very damaging to my mental health when I was in prison."

"That's such a shame. Languages are a huge point of study for Eirian schools. Most Eirians know at least Eirian and English, as those are both taught throughout primary education." She looked down, then back at Finley. "If you believe that Kerlile will change, I believe you. But how long do you think that will take?

"Two years ago," Finlay began after a pause, "would you have believed that I, a male, could possibly be part of a Kerlian delegation? It's already changing, piece by piece. The traditionalists are floundering, they don't know how to handle legal opposition; they've never had to. They can't win because they don't understand the game. And they've lost their biggest ally. Shit, probably shouldn't have said that."

Alice nodded slowly. "You're secret's safe. How much power do you have, as a representative? How much can you affect these negotiations, should you want to?"

"As Councillor Hale's representative, I can vote on behalf of Councillor Hale in decisions that must be made without the chance for consultation," he replied. "Katrine Porter, on the other hand, doesn't get a vote. It is the cause of the animosity between us. In practice, if there's a tie between the four of us with votes, my side will automatically lose."

"Mmm. And sorry for asking all these questions. I just want to learn more on the situation in Kerlile. Plus it provides a distraction from the looming political disaster back home.

"I've seen only some of that," Finlay confessed. "As for Kerlile... it's going better, much better. Unless the traditionalists attempt a violent removal of President Arnott, I'm confident things will be far better even a few years from now."

"I'm glad to hear that. Well, thanks again for answering my questions. I bet I sound like a persistent journalist, don't I?" She chuckled. "I don't think I've been compared to a journalist yet, however people do call me persistent quite often. Though I believe the word they use is stubborn."

"I'm curious," Finlay looked Alice in directly in the eyes. "You haven't commented on my imprisonment. I'm used to it being the first thing people ask me about. Usually about whether or not it was a petty crime or anti-matriarchal activity. And then they step back and turn away, uncomfortable when I say the latter as if treason is somehow contagious."

Alice paused for a moment before speaking. "Well, I haven't mentioned it for a few reasons. One, it isn't something you ask someone you met recently in Eiria. That kind of thing is a bit more private. Another reason is that you mentioned mental health struggles while in prison, and I didn't want to bring that up if you didn't want to talk about it. Third, I'm a former revolutionary. I've seen people imprisoned by an oppressive regime. I figured it would be for 'Anti-Matriarchal Activity'. Hell, in Eiria, it would be a badge of honor to be arrested in Kerlile for 'Anti-Matriarchal Activity'".

"Perhaps this," he pulled out a small booklet, "isn't worth the paper its written on." He tossed the booklet to the table, allowing Alice to read the title. Foreign Travel Guide, below the seal of the government of Kerlile.

"They hand every Kerlian who is given an exit permit a copy. It assumes the reader is female; contains a lot of warnings about scary foreign men who want to sleep with Kerlians. It also warns that foreigners are likely to ask questions about the Kerlian judicial system and warns the reader not to answer."

He gestured for Alice to take the booklet if she wished. "Have there been Eirian visitors to Kerlile arrested for such things in the past? I'm informed they treat foreign prisoners better. No beatings, for one."

She picked up the booklet and scrolled through the Eirian section before dumping it back on the table unceremoniously. "I'm not aware of any Eirians imprisoned in Kerlile, mainly because Kerlile isn't a popular vacation spot. However I haven't seen this many scare tactics about foreign nations since Darrin's televised speeches. And that's saying a lot."

"They haven't rewritten the booklets since before the reformists gained power," Finlay said, somewhat embarrassed now. "After the Shuell Olympics, that fencer, the one who got in all the trouble, publicly condemned the booklets for being fake. She's extremely lucky that the reformists had control; she's still alive."

"Wow. That's impressive. Were these booklets mandated by the council, or the Foreign Affairs Department?"

"I'm not entirely sure," he confessed. "They're given to every Kerlian who is given an exit permit, I'm not sure when this began or why. This is my first time being allowed to leave Kerlile. In fact, I'm the first male Kerlian citizen to legally leave Kerlile since 1960."

"Christ. That's an accomplishment. Are you enjoying Laeral so far?"

"It's strange," Finlay admitted. "The world is so much larger than I thought it ever could be." He looked at his watch. "They'll be suspicious if I'm out much longer."

"Well, thanks for talking. Also, tell your cousin that if she needs help reforming Kerlile... We'll be ready to assist."

"I will be sure to tell her," Finlay agreed, then added, "provided we can find a room that is definitely not bugged!"

"Thanks. Well, I hope that you're right about Kerlile reforming. We'll be watching carefully."

"I'm sure you will. Thank you for the coffee," Finlay said, nodding towards Alice, then he left, heading back to where the rest of the Kerlian delegation would be, hoping they hadn't discovered him speaking to Eirians.

Alice sat back, contemplating the conversation she had just had. Lieutenant Desar entered the room as soon as Finley had left, examining it carefully. Alice chuckled. "He's a diplomat, not a Kerlian spy. Though I must admit, that would be excellent cover if he was." Desar didn't comment on that, and finished her examination before she spoke. "It's my job not to trust anyone. And I was mainly worried for him, not you. You're more intimidating than I am, and that's literally part my job." Alice smiled. "Diplomacy is just a lethal blend of Courtesy and Intimidation." She sighed. "Truth is, I feel bad for him. God I hope he's right about Kerlile reforming. Otherwise I don't think he'll last long."

[Laeral]

Meilun province, Laeral
"André Lin is a good man," said Liu Mei-han, president of Laeral. “He’s trustworthy, and he reads every bill that comes up at vote before reading it. He cares about ordinary people. Every vote that he’s made, every bill that he’s sponsored, has been for the good of the people of Meilun. He’s fought for bills to bring more hospitals for rural communities, support for people in community housing, and preserving our nation’s natural splendor. And I need André Lin to be with me for six more years in the General Assembly.” Liu reached out and grasped the hand of Delegate Lin, beaming, at her side, and raised it into the air as the crowd cheered and applauded. 

“Let’s go, Meilun!” Liu shouted. 

“Let’s go, Laeral!” the crowd responded. 

“Let’s go, Meilun!”

“Let’s go, Laeral!” 

It was a simple chant, but it worked well in Mandarin, and it fit with the long-standing tradition of simple call-and-response slogans at Laeralian political rallies. As President Liu waved broadly at the crowd of several thousand Meilunians cheering, many of them wearing the yellow-gold scarves the New Democrats’ party infrastructure had given out in droves, she thought, once again, of the entire improbability that she, a bespectacled college professor from Neidong, was now hailing a cheering crowd of supporters of her presidency. Delegate Lin, standing to her right, was beaming broadly as he grinned for the cameras. The band struck up an abbreviated version of the presidential march, as Liu and Delegate Lin exited to stage left. 

André seemed to want to strike up a longer conversation after the two got off stage, but Liu gently brushed off his attempts to talk. She was fond of the man; he’d been one of the first sitting politicians to join her New Democratic camp, and even now he led the party in the General Assembly, but the two had hardly had a real heart-to-heart since her election, and truthfully Liu’s thoughts had been on the peace conference in Jinyu, rather than Lin’s re-election bid. Besides, she’d spent the morning ahead of the rally going with him to visit his constituency services-- a tutoring service for students, food handouts for families in need, a town hall with constituents -- and Lin was clearly a master at the business of securing services for his constituents that was the stock-in-trade of every old-style delegate in the General Assembly. He’d be fine in the re-election race, even with the fierce challenge the People’s Party seemed determined to raise against him. 

As Liu stepped onto the presidential train car where it waited at the station, her aides had a freshly-baked croissant, a pot of tea, and the latest copy of the Jinyu peace agreement waiting for her in her compartment. As the train started to smoothly pull away from the station en route to Jinyu, in the south, from Meilun in the central Riverlands, Liu took out a red-ink pen of the brand she preferred and started to mark up the draft. 

The train had just crossed into Therese province, the croissant eaten, the pot of tea gone lukewarm, when President Liu emerged from her compartment and handed her marked-up version of the draft to Alexandre, her chief of staff. 

“You didn’t mark as much as I thought you might,” Alexandre said as he scanned the papers.

“There wasn’t as much to change this time,” Liu said. “I see that they incorporated my points on the non-prejudice clause under the DMZ administration and the anti-nuclear proliferation clause. We can have it shown to the delegates now.”

Alexandre smiled. “I’ll send it on ahead then, along with word to convene the delegates.”

---

Jinyu Conference Center, Laeral

“Sitting on the tables before you is a copy of what I hope can become the final draft of the Jinyu Peace Agreement, to bring to a close the war in the Greater Xiomera region and build the foundations for a lasting peace through demilitarization, self-determination, and mutual prosperity for the entire region. Over the course of this peace conference, my staff and I are grateful for the sincere dialogue we have had to understand every state’s perspective on the conflict and from these, create a roadmap for peace. We have brought the insights gleaned from these conversations into the peace agreement sitting before you now.” She paused to adjust her glasses. “Ladies, gentlemen, and all esteemed delegates, it is my pleasure to present to you: the Jinyu Peace Agreement.”

The Jinyu Peace Agreement

From behind her podium from which she had addressed the delegates, President Liu scrutinized carefully the reactions of the various national representatives as they read through the eight-page document, and waited for their responses.

[Xiomera]

After the Xiomeran delegation had finished reviewing and discussing the draft, Empress Calhualyana was first to speak. Rising smoothly from her chair, she allowed a warm smile to cross her face. “Madam President, thank you once again for holding these talks. I must also commend you for the obvious care and effort that you, and your colleagues, have put into this proposed agreement. Most of it is acceptable to the Xiomeran Empire, and we would be pleased to adopt it and bring a final peace to the greater Xiomeran region. There are but a few minor concerns that we have prior to signing on to it.”

Taking up a copy of the draft, the Empress began. “Article VI, section B: it is our belief that the allocation of revenue therein is completely unfair to Xiomera. The Xiomeran Empire paid over 380 million quetzals, the equivalent of 8 billion today, to construct the canal when it was built. For that reason, a mere 25% of future profits is simply unfair. Xiomera paid the cost to build the canal, and if we are forced to relinquish it, especially given its iconic status as one of our most impressive engineering accomplishments, Xiomera simply must receive a larger share of the revenue. It would frankly be theft otherwise. We would recommend that the portions allocated for the Commission and the Peacekeeping Force be reduced in order to raise Xiomera’s share of revenue, to avoid cutting the Huenyan allocation. We believe that 25% is also too high for the Huenyan side, but we are certain that they will not agree to a reduction. Therefore, the only option is for the Commission and the Peacekeeping Force to be much more efficient and require less revenue. We also object to section D of the article, as it seems to give the Commission carte blanche to change the allocations whenever they choose. This would put Xiomera at risk of having its already unacceptable share reduced still further.”

The Empress continued: “Article VIII: While it allows for a mechanism for dissolving the DMZ and its institutions, it does not state what would happen to the Canal after a dissolution of the DMZ. We request that it be specified that the Canal be returned to Xiomeran authority in the event of such a vote.”

“Article XI: As the Xiomeran Empire has already agreed to withdraw from the territories listed in this article, and cede any claims it has to said territories, we believe this article is moot, and unnecessary, and request that it be stricken from the document. We also request that the following Article XII be amended to remove any mention of a vote in those territories, as it will not be required for the reasons I have given concerning Article XI.”

The Empress paused for a moment, reviewing something again before continuing. “Article XIV is unacceptable in its entirety to the Xiomeran Empire. It is our belief that it goes well beyond the scope of these peace talks, and would represent an intolerable intrusion into Xiomeran sovereignty, as well as pose a serious threat to our national defense. It would take a significant amount of our autonomy in national defense away from us. We cannot accept this Article for inclusion in the final document. On the subject of such weapons, however, it has come to my attention that after our withdrawal from what now constitutes the Huenyan Federation, their side has retained control over certain weapons that were seized from the Imperial military. To wit....40 missiles capable of delivering nuclear, biological or chemical payloads, along with associated warheads and support infrastructure. The Xiomeran Empire, for both our safety and that of the world, must insist that the Huenyan side surrender those weapons to us. If they are not willing to do so, we must insist that they agree to surrender them to an international body capable of disposing of them safely. There are radical elements on the Huenyan side who we believe cannot be trusted with such weapons.”

As the Huenyan delegation erupted in angry murmuring, the Empress continued. “Article XV: We feel this article is too broad. There must be provision made to ensure that those who committed crimes against the Xiomeran Empire or its people during the war, and who might do so in the future, not be allowed to re-enter Xiomera. Again, there are radical elements on the Huenyan side who have not accepted that, for all purposes and intents, this conflict is over. We must be able to exercise our normal and prudent border control procedures to make sure those who would commit violence against Xiomera, or seek to cause unrest within the Empire, can be barred from entry.”

“Last, Article XVI: We request that the sentence ‘and to refrain from and renounce the unilateral use of force against one another’ be stricken from the article. That line would tie our hands in terms of our national defense as well. Xiomera must be able to respond to a potential threat by taking pre-emptive action, if needed, to prevent an imminent attack or hostile action.”

The Empress smiled again. “If we can agree on these measures, I am confident that we can move ahead on this agreement and forge a lasting and respectful peace.” Calhualyana sat back down, waiting for the other delegations to respond.

---

The Huenyan delegation was next to speak. Rather than Yauhmi taking the lead, as everyone expected, it was the Necatli tlatoani, Huacue, who stood up. “Madam President, on behalf of all the Huenyan people, I thank you as well for your graciousness and hard work on these very difficult issues, and that of Laeral as well. Laeral proved to be a true friend to the Huenyan people during the early months of the war, and for that, we are grateful.”

Sitting on one side of Huacue, Texōccoatl nodded in agreement.

“We have, for the most part, no objections to the agreement as it is. However, we have a few points of our own to raise, as well as a need to address the points raised by the Xiomeran ruler.” Huacue deliberately refused to use Calhualyana’s name or title.

“First, concerning Article II: We cannot agree to any ban on import of defensive materiel, even one as short as the one specified in section B. We were left in a much weaker position militarily than Xiomera to begin with, and that was exacerbated by the scorched earth policy that Xiomeran forces engaged in as they withdrew. Their acts of pillage and theft have left us with a dire shortage of capability to produce defensive weapons of our own. Coupled with the fact that Xiomera still poses a threat to the survival of the Huenyan Federation, even if they lie and say they do not, section B would leave us defenseless and at their mercy. We must insist that section B is withdrawn.”

“Article VI: To answer the objections of the Xiomeran Empire, we must insist that Article VI, specifically section B and its allocations, remain unchanged. To be blunt, we believe that Xiomera deserves nothing. While the Xiomeran ruler talked about how great an achievement building the Canal was for Xiomera, she neglected to mention - as Xiomeran history also always forgets to mention - that the other Huenyan tribes were forced to work as laborers on the Canal during its construction. Hundreds of them died, in fact, to achieve Xiomera’s ‘great feat of engineering.’ Also, while the Xiomeran ruler brings up how much Xiomera spent to build the Canal, she also conveniently forgets how much money Xiomera made from the Canal during the years they owned it. Between the revenue they gained for decades, and the shameful use of coerced labor, I would say that Xiomera has gotten all it deserved from the Canal. Far more than it deserved, if I’m honest. But while we would argue that Xiomera should get no revenue moving forward, they will never agree to that. So let the allocations remain as they are.”

As the Xiomeran delegation glared icily at Huacue, he continued defiantly. “I also would argue that their request to lower the allocations for the Joint Commission and the Peacekeeping Force are not motivated by ‘fairness’ or ‘efficiency’, but by the Xiomeran government already seeking to undermine the Commission and the peacekeepers before they even set foot in the Canal Zone. What better way to hamstring the Commission and the peacekeepers than by depriving them of revenue? No, the allocations must remain as stated.”

“Article VIII: We do not agree to the Canal returning to Xiomera if a vote to dissolve the Commission and the DMZ occurs. It must either return to Huenya, or otherwise remain separate from both Huenya and Xiomera.”

“Article XIV: We do not consent to this. Again, we are in a much weaker state than Xiomera militarily, and giving up any option to defend ourselves from their ongoing threat is simply unacceptable unless the international community is prepared to take much greater measure to ensure Huenya is protected until it can rebuild and stand on its own. And to answer the Xiomeran ruler’s objection, we will not return any weapons that stand on Huenyan soil to Xiomera, nor hand them over to any other international party, without significant and tangible guarantees of Huenyan security and independence from the international community.”


“Article XV: We reject the Xiomeran position. The freedom of movement between family, friends and loved ones on both sides of the border must be guaranteed and it is patently unjust to separate them in such a fashion as proposed. We insist that this article be adopted without alteration or provision for Xiomeran security forces to block people because they might let a whiff of freedom in across their iron curtain.”

The Xiomeran delegation’s gazes at Huacue had turned absolutely glacial by this point; Calhualyana slowly tapped her pen on the table.

“Last, Article XVI: Literally the only thing I am likely to agree with the other delegation on, but we do insist that any mention of ‘unilateral use of force’ be stricken as well. We face an existential and implacably hostile threat from Xiomera, no matter what pretty PR campaign their government chooses to present to the world. We must be allowed to take whatever actions are needed, even unilateral ones, if they are necessary to ensure Huenyan independence is protected. We have been seeking this day for centuries. We will not let it be put at risk now.”

With that, Huacue sat down, hands folded in front of him.

[Xiomera]

After Huacue had seated himself, it was time for the ANAN states to speak. President Matōchmizalo of Milintica, speaking for the ANAN, stood up. “Madam President, and honored officials and attendees, I personally wish to thank you all. The effort and thought you are putting into this admirable effort towards peace is very much admirable. It is the goal we all seek, after all.”

The President paused for a moment. “I feel that with this draft, we are almost all of the way there. We just need to come to a few understandings. I believe that if we summon up our goodwill and respect for each other, we can pull that off. There are a few points that the ANAN states do wish to ensure.”

Matōchmizalo calmly took up his own draft. “We are in broad overall agreement with the draft as written. We only have these objections. We do believe that the allocations of revenue from the Canal should remain as written, to ensure the Commission and the peacekeepers are properly funded. Milintica is willing to supply peacekeepers as well, if this is acceptable to all.”

He looked down the page a bit, before his finger came to rest on a section. “While we appreciate that the Xiomeran government has verbally abandoned its claims to Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands, we must insist that Article XI remains in the agreement unchanged. A right to independence that is only verbally given can be taken away just as easily, should Xiomera change its mind. The independence of the other ANAN states must be guaranteed in writing and secured by a democratic vote affirming their desires.”

“In other words, we do not trust Xiomera, so it must be written and guaranteed that we shall remain independent,” Ahuac, the leader of the Netlcoātl Islands, said. Calhualyana’s gaze snapped to him briefly, before returning to Matōchmizalo.

“As for the other articles relevant to the ANAN states....” the President paused. “We pledge to accept and fully honor both Article XII and XIII, on the condition that Article XI is accepted unchanged. If Article XI is not accepted as written by all parties, including Xiomera, we cannot agree to abide by the other two articles.”

As Matōchmizalo sat down, Calhualyana glared at the three ANAN leaders. “That is not in line with what we had agreed upon for Xiomeran withdrawal from the islands,” she said in a tense tone of voice. “Xiomerans there were to be protected.”

“And they will be,” Ahuac replied calmly, his eyes fixed on the Xiomeran Empress. “If you cooperate.”

---

“We have one other minor issue,” Huacue said, rising again, before anyone else could speak. He had been whispering in a long discussion with Yauhmi and Texōccoatl, before abruptly standing up. Yauhmi and Texōccoatl had clearly not been expecting him to rise again; Yauhmi looked irritated, while Texōccoatl looked slightly bemused.

“We really don’t mean to seem nitpicky, and we do appreciate your hard work,” he said awkwardly to President Liu. “But we must request that all references to a ‘Greater Xiomeran Region’ be changed as well. Xiomera is just one part of Huenya, and we would prefer a term that respects the cultural identity of the whole of Huenya and its people. Also, ‘Greater Xiomera’ has historic connotations as a term that the Xiomeran Empire used for a very long time to describe the rest of Huenya - as part of their Empire. That also implies something that a future Xiomeran leader could raise as a valid idea, or use to try to rally a future Xiomeran Empire to ‘reclaim’ its lost lands.” Huacue shifted slightly, turning to look down the table. “Not to mention, I doubt that either the Manauians nor the Netlcoātl really want to be associated with Xiomera in this document.”

All three of the ANAN leaders nodded vigorously at that point.

“We would prefer a more inclusive and culturally accurate term, such as “Huenyan region,” Huacue finished.

At that statement, Calhualyana muttered something unintelligible under her breath, that didn’t sound very pleasant. She looked down at the table, tapping her pen a bit harder. “Oh, by the gods,” one of the other Xiomeran delegates muttered a bit more audibly, rolling his eyes.

[Lauchenoiria]

While the other delegations were speaking, the five Kerlians were having what appeared to be a furious conversation in Kerlian Sign Language. It ebbed and flowed as they listened to Calhualyana and Huacue, and they took notes, passing paper between each other. Finlay Hale had held back at the start, but had been drawn into the silent conversation, much to his very visible wide-eyed surprise.

Once those with the most to lose had finished, Councillor Georgiou stood, surveying the room, waiting for a hush before she spoke.

“Fellow delegates, I would like to thank President Liu and Laeral, on behalf of the Matriarchy of Kerlile, for their work on this agreement. After a cursory reading, there are only a few matters which we have objections to.”

As Georgiou spoke, Letitia Greenwood was leaning back in her chair staring daggers at Calhualyana at the same time as Pierre gave her a smile, creating a strange disconnect in the moods of the Kerlian delegation that was likely to cause unease in anyone who happened to be watching the two other Councillors.

“Firstly, there is Article II section b. We have no concerns with withdrawing our troops, and will begin immediately, however the matter of munitions imports to Huenya is unacceptable for us. There are a number of Huenyan-owned factories in Kerlile producing munitions which provide well-paid jobs for hundreds of Kerlian citizens, and banning Huenya from importing munitions would thus greatly harm our own exports. With our economy in such a precarious position, and the jobs of many hard-working Kerlian citizens on the line, we have a duty to our people to object.”

Georgiou reached down and took a sip of water before continuing. “We believe that the matter of the Intra-Xiomera Canal, and its profits, is for the nations of Xiomera and Huenya to decide, so long as trade is not disrupted for other nations. Thus, we will refrain from commenting on Articles III through VIII. My… colleague Finlay Hale would like to raise a question on the matter of Article IX, however we will leave that to the end.”

“We trust that the articles on the independence of the two island states, alongside the protection for ethnic minorities, and later in the document the protection of freedom of movement, will be agreed in some modified form and lend our support to the inclusion of these articles. However, we believe Article XIV is not within the remit of this discussion as it is not strictly related to the end of this conflict. I turn to my colleague Finlay Hale to ask his question of the Laeralian delegation.”

Finlay Hale stood, and none of the Kerlian Councillors rolled their eyes, spat, or muttered under their breaths. That was new, he thought, as he turned to the Laeralites. “Madam President, delegates, I have no objections to offer, only a clarification to seek. In Article IX on the Return of Prisoners of War, I wish it to be explicitly stated if that includes those foreign volunteers from nations such as Lauchenoiria, who fought alongside Milinticans without the approval of their own governments, and if so whether or not there is a provision for if their own governments do not welcome their return, as is the case for Lauchenoirian citizens who are members of the organisation known as Warriors of Earth who fought on Manauia Island, some of whom I believe were taken prisoner by mercenaries from Shuell.”

“And also,” he continued after a pause, “whether or not there is a way this article can be modified to include POWs taken by non-state actors such as said mercenary companies or the volunteer militia groups of environmentalists who fought in Manauia.”

He sat down, slowly, stiff and wondering which of the Councillors would break decorum to yell at him this time. Surprisingly, none of them did. They did not appear to care very much about the points he raised, but they offered no objection to his raising them. He allowed himself to exhale, and turned awaiting an answer.

[Slokais]

Minmtao Johnson watched the leader's responses to the draft of the agreement, he has no real issues with it. But knew more could be done, however, he knew the parties would not agree upon it. Hopefully, they got the nuclear weapons ban into the final draft, despite what Kerille was saying, he could see right through the lie, they just wanted to keep the weapons not because they thought It was not part of the conference.

Even though Slokais had not been involved in the conflict, he knew Joseph Chavez would send in Peacekeepers, however, he knew they would get push back from the conservatives and those fascists at the New Right. However, as long as nobody in the Greens and his party the Socialists rejected sending in peacekeepers, they were good. Now they would write the final draft and the signatories would sign and he would appear and some official pictures of the event. Once that was done he could go home and get back to the office, it had been nice being part of this, and plus, he would get out of the drama of New Liverpool. He should come back to this part of Laeral some time maybe, after he retired or when during better times.

[Xiomera]

Empress Calhualyana stood up after the Kerlian delegates had finished speaking. "I thank the Kerlian delegation for their input, and their presence here. It pained me greatly that we were at odds during this conflict, as I have nothing but respect and admiration for the people of Kerlile - "

A loud snort from Yauhmi, at the other end of the table, echoed throughout the conference room. Yauhmi had to bite her tongue very hard to avoid challenging Calhualyana right there in the open about exactly how much respect Calhualyana had wanted to show to certain Kerlians who had been found in Xiomera - the Auroras.

" - and I am hopeful that we can repair and improve the relationship between Kerlile and Xiomera moving forward," the Empress finished smoothly, as if there had been no interruption. "The Xiomeran Empire would be happy to accomodate the Kerlian position in these talks. We must, however, make a slight correction to something mentioned by Councillor Georgiou. The factories in Kerlile that were built by Xiomera are not, in fact, Huenyan owned. They are owned by several Xiomeran corporations, operating under the auspices of the Xiomeran-Kerlian International Trade Corporation, headquartered in Tlālacuetztla. The factories were seized under the order of a certain Huayna, the former Chairman of the XKITC, who has been removed from his post as Chairman. He is currently in Grapevale, and we would be grateful if he were encouraged to return to Xiomera so that we can complete the termination of his employment - "

"To be quite literally terminated, no doubt, if he ever sets foot in Tlālacuetztla again," Huacue said just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"- and to see to it that the new Chairwoman of the XKITC, Malmalilli, is able to assume her post and restore the factories to normal operation," Calhualyana finished, with a slight tinge of irritation at the interruptions entering her voice. "This would, of course, require that the factories be handed over to Xiomeran control once more, and the unauthorized actions by the former leadership under Huayna ended."

"Absolutely not!" Yauhmi said, jumping to her feet. She had managed to stay silent until now, but she was done. "Those factories are essential to both Kerlile and to Huenya now. To Kerlile, due to their ongoing economic difficulties. And now, to Huenya, because due to your orders, Huenya faces the same level of economic deprivation!" Yauhmi took a deep breath, trying to calm down, as Texōccoatl stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It is indeed true that due to the scorched earth policy implemented in Huenya on Calhualyana's orders, the factories in Kerlile which we currently control are absolutely essential to our economic recovery. They should be handed over to us as the beginning of reparations that we are rightly owed by the Xiomeran Empire for centuries of repression, as well as the current savagery they perpetrated on us, leaving us destitute," Huacue said grimly.

"Not just Huenya!" Ahuac shouted angrily, standing up. Tanqui, the Manauian leader, stood up as well, pointing angrily at Calhualyana as Matōchmizalo vainly tried to calm them down. "Not just Huenya indeed," Tanqui said. "The Huenyans are indeed owed reparations, but so are we, and so are our brothers and sisters in the Netlcoātl Islands, and even in Milintica! Xiomera wronged us all!"

At the mention of universal reparations to everyone that Xiomera had wronged over centuries of imperialism, Matōchmizalo stopped trying to calm down the other ANAN leaders. A thoughtful expression crossed his face. "They are not wrong....." he said at last. "Milintica, the Netlcoātl Islands, Manauia Island, Huenya...the Xiomeran Empire does indeed have a checkered past - to put it lightly - and should rightly take responsibility for it."

Calhualyana looked at the Huenyans, and then at the members of the ANAN delegation, before finally raising her head. "Xiomera is not a piggy bank for all of you to dip into at your convenience because you think you were wronged. We shall not pay one quetzal in reparations to any of you. I am sure our hosts will agree with us that speculative and money-hungry invoices for centuries of perceived oppression are well beyond the scope of these talks." The Empress eyed each of the members of the Huenyan and ANAN delegations once more, before finally letting her gaze fall on Yauhmi. "As for the factories in Kerlile, it doesn't matter what you think is right. What matters is the law. And by law, both Xiomeran and international, we own those factories and they must be returned to us. There is nothing else to say on that matter."

[Laeral]

President Liu spoke up from the lectern as the empress finished speaking. "Thank you, esteemed guests, for the points you have raised. My thoughts on the points you have all raised are as follows."

"Regarding the allocation of funding from the Canal, this question appears to boil down to both the Xiomeran Empire and the Huenyan Federation claiming sovereignty over the Canal. The Empress Calhualyana has claimed sovereignty given the Canal's construction under the Empire of Xiomera, while the tlatoani Huacue has asserted that the Canal was constructed by forced labor of non-Xiomeran ethnicities. Both of these statements are true. Given that the Canal will in future comprise the core of the Demilitarized Zone and the border between the two nations, it is essential that the Canal and its revenues must not be seen as favoring either side, so as to avoid compromising the Canal DMZ's all-important neutrality."

"Furthermore, decreasing the budget of the Canal Peacekeeping Force and the Joint Administration Commission will make their task of preserving stability and ensuring a safe, livable environment for the Canal's hundreds of thousands of residents much more difficult. With the vast amount of rebuilding that's necessary within the DMZ, it's essential that the people of the DMZ receive no less than the half of the Canal revenues that they are currently allocated. The qualified majority requirement involving the reallocation of Canal revenues intentionally gives both Xiomera and Huenya an effective veto over alterations to the revenue formula."

Liu checked her notes. "I would also like to thank Empress Calhualyana for noting the oversight in Article VIII. I will be sure to note that should the DMZ be abolished, the revenues of the Canal will be split equally between Huenya and Xiomera, as the CPF and JAC will no longer exist. Article XI, meanwhile, which establishes a mechanism for independence referendums in Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands, is absolutely essential to ensuring that these territories are granted their right to self-determination and that this decision is respected by all parties. In my conversations with the delegates from those territories, they've made it absolutely clear that this process must be codified and carried out as described in this document, and I will defer to their judgement. Article XII, which lays out the roadmap for future states from either of these territories, and Article XIII, which is intended to prevent ethnic violence in these territories, must also remain unchanged. Given the sincerely-held issues that Huacue has raised, I think there will be no problem with striking the phrase "Greater Xiomeran Region," which was a term essentially coined for the purposes of this agreement, and replace it with "Greater Huenyan Region," a phrase which has strong historical and cultural significance."

"The Xiomeran delegation raises a good point about Article XV, in that the need for free movement and family reunification must also be met with the legitimate security concerns of both states. I will therefore instruct the drafters to add an exception for limitations on individual freedom of entry should an individual be believed to be an imminent security threat. Thanks also to the Kerlian delegation for its suggestion regarding prisoners of war who were captured by non-state actors. The relevant clause will be broadened to include those prisoners, and relevant language will be included to allow POWs to apply for asylum elsewhere should they prefer not to return directly to their nation of origin."

"Regarding the thorny issue of Xiomeran assets overseas, such as the factories in Kerlile established under the auspices of the Xiomeran-Kerlian International Trade Corporation. This is a difficult issue, and I will consult with my negotiating team and our experts on relevant international law to find a solution which is equitable and which reflects the desires and rights of those associated with these assets abroad."

Liu came to the next page of her notes. "We now move to the articles involving security issues and arms proliferation, which are obviously of the highest importance in preventing future conflict. Firstly, given that the delegations of both Huenya and Xiomera have made it clear that they will not accept the renunciation of the unilateral use of force, I will regretfully give instructions for this language to be struck from Article XVI."

"Regarding Article II, clause (b), regarding a 45-day suspension on imports of weapons, I am willing to strike this clause as the Huenyan delegation requested. In a similar vein, given the strenuous objections from the Xiomeran and Huenyan delegations, the provision in Article XVI renouncing the unilateral use of force can be stripped, even though it pains me to see it. I wholeheartedly believe that a renunciation of unilateral force can help provide both sides with the assurance that they can pursue policies to defuse tensions in the future, but given that the political space does not seem to permit that at the moment, it can be removed."

"However," Liu said, "regarding Article XIV, on securing weapons of mass destruction, it is my sincere belief that this article is absolutely essential to ensuring the long-term stability of the region. Both Huenya and Xiomera are now nuclear-armed powers, meaning that a conflict between the two of them is the single most-likely trigger of nuclear war. It would be an grave abdication of our responsibility, not only to the people of Xiomera and Huenya but to all of humanity, if we did not take measures to lower the risk of a nuclear holocaust on the Huanyan subcontinent."

"Obviously, it would be ideal if both sides could agree to comprehensively rid themselves of all stocks of nuclear, chemical, and other weapons of mass destruction, but they've made it clear that this idea is a non-starter. Instead, the best possible alternative is to avoid unilateral disarmament and adopt what measures we can to promote WMD safety and trust, and prevent the disarmament situation from worsening. Knowing the dangers that the nuclear situation there can present, clause (a) of Article XIV calls for both governments to take common-sense measures to decrease tensions, such as a pledge not to build up nuclear arsenals any larger and to take all necessary security measures to prevent the chance of nuclear weapons falling into the hands of terrorist actors. The second clause aims to build up an environment for trust and future negotiations between the two countries by reducing the doubt in each country's mind about the other country's intentions, as well as reducing nuclear proliferation in third countries-- which I'm sure all delegates can appreciate. In light of the immediate threat of nuclear war that the Xiomeran civil war has created, as well as the terrifying nuclear threat which a former Xiomeran emperor made only weeks ago, these clauses are absolutely essential for security and reassurance, both in the Huenyan region and the entire world."

With a nod to the assembled delegates, President Liu sat down, taking a sip of water to clear her parched throat.

[Lauchenoiria]

It was Councillor Electra Georgiou who spoke first, following some whispering between the Kerlian delegation. Nothing had come as too much of a surprise and they were overall pleased with what President Liu had said. Among themselves, they’d agreed they’d accept the treaty as-is if they had to, but they wanted to push once more for their preferred outcome.

“Thank you, Madam President, for your consideration of the issues raised here,” Georgiou began. “We particularly welcome your edits to the clause on Prisoners of War, this is an important issue and we hope all parties will agree. On the matter of the factories in our country, this is a difficult decision that it would be difficult for us to make unilaterally. Therefore, we hope that you can come up with a recommendation soon.”

She took a breath, taking a sip of her glass of water. “On the matter of Weapons of Mass Destruction, we understand the concerns of Laeral and other nations about the proliferation of such weapons, particularly in matters of trade. We would, however, point out that where some nations possess such nations and others do not, it creates an imbalance that places some nations at a detriment while giving others a position of power.”

“We would humbly ask that, in order to level the playing field, no restrictions are placed on weapons trading with third-party states. We do recognise that non-state actors and terrorist organisations need to be prevented from acquiring such weapons, however. It is a difficult situation, and while our preference is for an amendment to this clause, it is not a deal-breaker on our end.”

She took her seat, as Finlay Hale and Pauline Pierre both nodded in agreement with her words. Clearly some of the messages about maintaining an impression of unity had gone through, because no member of the Kerlian delegation flinched, contradicted or made disapproving facial expressions. The Matriarchy was (at least giving the impression of being) united in their response.

[Xiomera]

After some discussion among the ANAN delegates, Matōchmizalo stood up with a smile on his face. Nothing of what President Liu had said had come as any great surprise to them either, and they were quite pleased with the outcome. The refusal of President Liu to let the Xiomerans get away with their attempt to avoid being bound by a formal set of votes allowing Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands their independence was especially agreeable to them. A verbal promise, after all, was as good as no promise at all. If the Xiomerans attempted to re-occupy either Manauia Island or the Netlcoātl Islands, they would be in violation of a formal treaty, with all the consequences that brought. It wasn't the complete deterrent against Xiomera that the ANAN states had been hoping for, but it was an excellent start. "We are in agreement with President Liu, and have nothing further to add or request at this time. We are slightly disappointed that the question of reparations will not be addressed now, but we are content to shelve that for another time," the Milintican president said, before sitting back down. The look on Calhualyana's face at the idea of re-visiting reparations at another time clearly conveyed her opinion of that suggestion as sure, let's revisit that question next never.

After Matōchmizalo had sat down, it was time for the Huenyan delegation to speak. They were slightly less content than the ANAN group. They had wanted the question of reparations brought up as well, and had naturally wanted the Canal for themselves. They had also hoped that the question of the factories in Kerlile would be resolved immediately. But it was clear that none of that was going to happen here, and sometimes you needed to compromise and get some of what you wanted rather than lose it all. Yauhmi stood up, giving a slight smile as well. "We thank you once again, madam President, for your diligence and that of your team on this very complex set of issues. We are pleased to see the requested alterations to ensure that Huenya is properly able to defend itself, and that the general international consensus on what should happen to the Canal shall not be altered," she said. The expressions on the faces of the Xiomeran delegation, which had been stony to begin with, took on a positively chiseled tone at that statement. "We are also disappointed that measures to screen and possibly block people from entry into Xiomera will be accepted, as we remain concerned that the regime will use security as an excuse to block anyone they disapprove of from entry. However, we do not believe our concerns are sufficient to reject an agreement which would bring peace to Huenya."

"We would second the remarks of the Kerlian delegation concerning restrictions on weapons trading with third-party states and ask that none be placed in the final document, for the same reasons that the Kerlian delegation outlined. Other than that, however, we have no further objections and are prepared to proceed forward." When Yauhmi sat back down, that left only the Xiomerans.

Unlike the ANAN and Huenyan delegates, the Xiomerans were hardly content. Far from it, in fact. Despite the polite words and diplomatic statements, it was becoming increasingly clear that virtually all of the Xiomeran positions were being rejected. The Canal revenue question and alternative split the Xiomerans had suggested had been rebuffed. The concerns the Xiomerans had about Huenya possessing WMDs had not resulted in Huenya being required to surrender them, as asked. There had been some concessions about being able to screen people coming into Xiomera from one of the separatist states, and about the right to unilateral self-defense, and those were seen as important by the Xiomerans. The annoying question about reparations had also been dodged. But on so many other issues, the Empire was being rejected. Even their request that their own factories in Kerlile, which they had built, was being punted to some future discussion instead of just being given back to their rightful owners as the Xiomerans felt they had every right to expect. 

The Xiomerans were clearly displeased; the expressions on their faces and the somewhat audible muttering within their delegation demonstrated that clearly enough. But at the end, the Xiomerans all turned to Empress Calhualyana to see what she would do. It was, ultimately, her decision.

And for the Empress, as much as she might have wished it was, there was no decision for her to make at all.

The terms of the agreement, though somewhat unfair to Xiomera in her opinion, were still better than what Xiomera could have gotten. And the only other option Calhualyana had was to refuse to accept the terms, to stalk out of the room, and to restart the war. A war Xiomera, likely as not, would lose. A war Xiomerans, back home, were making clear they no longer had any interest in fighting anyway. Calhualyana's support was soaring in Xiomera precisely because she had promised to end the war. The Imperial Glory Party, her chief rivals on the Xiomeran right, had been decisively defeated by her XCP in recent elections because they wanted to keep fighting when everyone else in Xiomera was ready to move on. Their attempted coup, which had dragged Calhualyana out of Jinyu in the middle of the night to face it down, had only failed because Xiomerans wanted the war to be done.

Even an Empress accustomed to wielding absolute power, when faced with millions upon millions of people saying no more, had little choice but to obey in the end. Calhualyana could refuse to accept the agreement, or push back and try again to get what she had wanted. But if that meant the talks failed, and she had to go back to Xiomera and try to start fighting again, she had no confidence that the Xiomeran people would back her. In fact, she was certain they would not - and her reign would end before it even began. Even if she agreed to the terms that were being proposed, she would have to engage in a massive purge of her own ranks to weed out those who would believe she had been weak, and had given away too much for a cheap peace, just to keep her throne.

There were no good choices for Calhualyana. In fact, in the end, there were no choices at all. Standing up slowly, the Empress looked at everyone in the room. She rather felt that they knew they had her cornered - but she would not give them the pleasure of seeing her flinch. "The Xiomeran Empire.....appreciates the consideration of our positions by you and your team, madam President," Calhualyana said. "We will not pretend that we are honestly very pleased with this agreement as it stands. But in any such situation, someone has to give for things to work. So.....the Xiomeran Empire will accept the agreement as currently outlined, without any further reservations," she said, before sitting down as slowly as she had risen.

When Calhualyana looked back up, she couldn't ignore the sight of Yauhmi and Huacue looking at each other with an expression of triumph on their faces. You both believe this is the end of it. You've forgotten what Xiomeran history teaches us. We built an Empire over centuries because we are infinitely patient. I may have lost today. But there are a million days ahead of me. This is the end of nothing. Nothing at all, the Empress thought while maintaining the politely civilized expression on her face.

[Laeral]

President Liu had been watching Empress Calhualyana intently from behind her wire-rimmed glasses, and as the former ASI agent gave her final remarks, Liu allowed herself a silent exhalation and a slight smile, even as she wanted to leap up and whoop for joy. It's done. By the Divine, it's done, and there'll be peace in Huenya. Her chief of staff, Alexandre, leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Congratulations," he said. 

Liu gave a slight nod. "Congratulations to you," she said. She gathered her papers and stood up. "Thank you, delegates of all nations," she said. "It's wonderful that we've reached agreement between all parties, and I would like to thank each and every delegation for its willingness to cooperate and create a peace agreement that will finally bring this terrible war to an end. The negotiations have been spirited, and I've appreciated the candor of all parties in expressing their views on how to best construct a sustainable peace. Particularly," she said, with a smile on her face, "regarding the issue of weapons of mass destruction, where I heard many well-articulated, passionate arguments from both sides."

"Now, there is one final issue to be resolved before we can proceed to a signing ceremony and make the Jinyu Agreement formally a reality. The issue of the industrial facilities established abroad by the Xiomeran government before the outbreak of hostilities, such as the facilities in Kerlile run by the e Xiomeran-Kerlian International Trade Corporation. International law is clear: as these factories were established through Xiomeran investment, and as the state-run corporation established to manage these factories remains in operation in Tlālacuetztla, these factories rightly belong to the Xiomeran Empire. However, there is no basis for compelling the foreign employees of these factories to return to Xiomera, given that they originated from across the Greater Huenya region. Therefore, with the consent of the signing parties, the following article will be added as article XVI: Ownership of Xiomeran Assets Abroad:
a. All assets in countries outside the Greater Huenya region, including embassies, industrial facilities, and non-physical assets owned by the government of the Xiomeran Empire prior to the outbreak of hostilities will remain the property of the Xiomeran Empire. Citizens of the Xiomeran Empire residing in foreign countries, including citizens attached to Xiomeran embassies and industrial facilities abroad, shall not be compelled to return to Xiomera and may remain in their host countries or emigrate elsewhere as the relevant governments permit."

"With this final clause, inserted as the second-to-last article, the Jinyu Agreement will be ready to be signed by representatives, and we may bring this conference, and the Second Xiomeran Civil War, to a close."

[Lauchenoiria]

The Kerlians whispered amongst themselves very briefly, before Councillor Electra Georgiou stood once again.

"Thank you, President Liu, for coming to a decision on the factories in Kerlile and property elsewhere. We are happy to respect this decision, and we are willing to work with both Xiomera to ensure the factories can get up to full production, and Huenya to facilitate the return of any of their citizens. While this is not the platform for such discussions, I'd like to note for the benefit of the Huenyan delegation that should they wish to open their own factories in the Matriarchy, we would be open to such discussions too. All foreign employees of the factories and associated enterprises living in Kerlile are welcome to stay also, regardless of gender, if that is their wish."

She sat down. Kerlile hadn't minded too much who was given ownership, they'd intended to offer the other party the chance to build more anyways. This way, they got double the revenue. They'd just wanted the decision taken out of their hands.

[Slokais]

Minmatao Johnson watched the debate wrap-up, it looked to be a done deal as all sides had gotten what they wanted in some way, and the Intra-Xiomera Canal would soon be in place. Slokais would send a good amount of troops and police as they had been a neutral nation with experience with peacekeeping, he also hoped that Milintca succeeds as a state, as a socialist himself he supported states that had risen up with leftist ideals. Soon Minmatao Johnson would be home and he would be able to get back to the govermeant, however, he was glad to watch this agreement take shape around him

[Xiomera]

Matōchmizalo, Ahuac and Tanqui whispered among themselves for a moment. Finally, the president of Milintica stood up. "We are not particularly concerned about the fate of Xiomera's assets outside our region, so this last clause is acceptable to us. We are prepared to sign the agreement as it now stands."

The three ANAN leaders hadn't gotten everything they wanted: reparations from Xiomera were now a dead issue, and it appeared that the Xiomerans would never be held to account for the war crimes they had committed. But a dream of centuries for all three leaders, and their peoples, had been achieved: Huenya, Manauia Island and the Netlcoātl Islands had been freed from the grip of the Xiomeran Empire. That was good enough.

When Matōchmizalo sat down, Yauhmi was the next to stand up. "I will admit we are disappointed at the final resolution of the matter concerning the factories in Kerlile, and hope that the international community will assist Huenya with its rebuilding as a fair exchange for us releasing control of them. However, we will not destroy the good in search of the perfect, and there is much good in this agreement. This final clause is acceptable to Huenya, and we are now prepared to sign it as finalized."

After Yauhmi was done speaking, all eyes turned to Calhualyana. The Empress hesitated for a moment, before finally standing up. "The final resolution of the status of our factories in Kerlile is acceptable to the Xiomeran Empire," she said, placing just enough emphasis on the word our to irritate the Huenyans one last time. "We accept the last clause as written, and are prepared to sign this agreement."

[Laeral]

The morning of January 26th dawned bright and clear, with the sun glittering through the vast glass windows of the Jinyu Conference Center and onto the main floor. Inside, a broad stage had been set up, where the chief representative from each delegation sat in front of a backdrop, ready for the press pool who had already begun snapping pictures. From left to right: Minmintao Johnson, of Slokais. President Matōchmizalo, of Milintica. Minister Alice Lancaster, of Eiria. Cihuātlahtoāni Yauhmi, of Huenya. President Liu, of Laeral. Empress Calhualyana, of Xiomera. Councillor Georgiou, of Kerlile. President Ahuac, of the Netlcoātl Islands. Sapa Tanqui, of Manauia Island. Nine representatives of nine different governments, running the gamut from heirs to centuries-old thrones to elected politicians to insurgent revolutionaries. From where she sat in the center, with the empress of Xiomera to her left, the Great Speaker of Huenya to her right, and the assembled domestic and foreign press directly in front, President Liu took a moment to marvel at the occasion. Eight countries which had been on warring sides were now assembled at the same table in the same conference center, to sign their assent to a treaty meant to bring peace in perpetuity to an entire region of the world. At a signal from Alexandre at the far side of the room, President Liu stood to face the journalists and their cameras-- and by extension, the history books. 

"The gathering that we see here today would have been considered impossible six months ago," Liu said. "When the northeast Catican region fell into a brutal and savage war last year, it seemed inconceivable that the war would be settled by words, and inevitable that it would be settled through bloodshed. With distressing speed, the entire region fell into violence and chaos, and every day the war seemed to grow in its size and intensity. The blood of the young people of numerous nations-- some of them soldiers who had accepted the risk of death, and far too many of them civilians who had not. We cannot know the final toll of all those who lost their lives in this war, nor can we know the final price exacted by this war in blood and flesh and murdered dreams. But what we know without a doubt is that the cost of this war was far, far too high. I now call for a minute of silence to commemorate the tens of thousands of people who lost their lives in the course of this conflict." 

Liu bowed her head, as did the dignitaries around her, and silence fell over the convention hall. 60 seconds later, Liu looked up to face the cameras once more, and continued speaking. 

"But while we know that the human cost of this war was entirely too high, we can take comfort in the certainty that had the leaders of the warring countries not had the courage to come to the negotiating table here in Jinyu, that the toll of the war would have been steeper and more tragic still. Because of the leap of faith which all of the assembled nations have taken, we now have a treaty before us which will lay the groundwork for a peace with dignity for the entire Greater Huenyan region. No country received everything it wanted. That would be an ultimatum, not a treaty. But every country has received the assurances that their sovereignty will be made secure, their dignity respected, and their people able to live in peace with their neighbors, and it's this solid assurance which will be the bedrock which forms the basis for a lasting, inclusive peace in the region. With the signing of the Jinyu Peace Agreement, not only do we bring a terrible war to a close, but we pave the way for a future peace and security for the millions of people of the region." 

Liu paused to accentuate the gravity of the moment. 

"Sapa Tanqui, if you would do the honor of being the first to sign the Jinyu Peace Agreement?" 

At the end of the table, Tanqui took up the gilt pen sitting before him at the table and signed his name, before passing the treaty to self-proclaimed president Ahuac, sitting to his right. Empress Calhualyana tersely added her signature to the document, before passing it to President Liu, who took up her own pen and added her name in bold characters to the treaty, before handing it to Yauhmi. Once the document had reached the end of the line and Slokais's Ambassador Johnson had signed off with a flourish, Liu stood and struck a small ceremonial gong with a miniature hammer. "With these signatures," Liu announced, "the Jinyu Peace Agreement hereby enters into effect." From the back of the hall, a curtain slid back to reveal an orchestra, who immediately struck up a familiar excerpt from the Laeralian composer Bellec's "Verdant Peace" suite, as confetti erupted from the rafters to fall gracefully over the assembled delegates and media. Against this backdrop, Liu turned to her left and embraced Yauhmi in a bear hug, seemingly catching the older woman off guard, before turning to her right and hugging Calhualyana as well. Over the coming days and months, there'd be referendums to oversee, peacekeepers to organize, and doubtlessly countless crises as the fractious states of the region reasserted their differences-- but for the moment, there was an end to conflict, and a hope for a future free of it, and that was enough.