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Dearest Leader,

While many receiving this invitation I have not formally met, I would like to take this opportunity to invite you and your political entourage to Budapest this weekend for the First Annual Stahl Ball, in honor of the Dalmatian Imperial Regent responsible for the negotiations that led Hungary into a personal union with the Empire. This marks a monumental occasion in the history consisting of the Austrian state. For a nation that has dealt with internal nightmare after nightmare along with foreign insurrection, to finally be reunited with historical territory is a cause for great jubilation and all of the Empire shares in my hopes that you will join us for this celebration.

The ball will last one night from evening until the sunrise and will be held in the Royal Palace in Budapest, overlooking the Danube River. Accommodations will be provided for in local hotels and some guests may sleep overnight in the palace itself, however that will only be available to close friends and trusted political leaders and their associates. Food will be served throughout the day and a feast for the ball itself, the dishes will consist of traditional Hungarian, Austrian, and Dalmatian cuisines. Dancing is not required, but expected as no one should want to be a wallflower, for all male entourages, there will be a plethora of Austrian and Hungarian aristocrats more than happy to be your partner for that night. So please, do not be shy.

My husband, Yuan Jia, and I hope to see a great deal of people attend for this marks the beginning of a new era for Austria, the reclamation of our past and the birth of a new nation and union. Austria-Hungary, which I hope will make it's mark on the world, greater than it had in the past.

I am anxious for the festivities to start and hope all who receive this letter join me in a night of revelry and excitement.

Sincerely,

Maria Theresia of Austria[/i]
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[center][i]-Royal Palace in Budapest[/i][/center]

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[i][center]-The Royal Ballroom[/center][/i]

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"My dear we've a ball to attend to!" Dellion says to his wife Rebecca.

"You mean actually attend and not work security for a change?" she asks back.

"Yes attend, as we were invited."

"Oh my dear god, I must go get a new dress," Rebecca exclaims as she departs on a blitz of shopping that is sure to send Dellion's credit card into a state of crisis that no doubt will give him further ulcers once the bills come pouring in at the end of the month. Still, it's a small price to pay for a wife who has stuck by him for twenty years through thick, thin, and mortar fire.

"Very well, I'll go get my uniform," Dellion replies as he takes his class A uniform off the rack and examines it. "Very nicely kept up I have to admit, Jensen, my good man, this saves you another flogging for incompetence," Dellion jokes.

Jensen, Dellion's Aide De Camp, who has never been flogged in his life by Dellion, smiles and asks, "Will you require an armed escort sir?"

"No, I don't think it'll be needed."

"Not even a single AC-130 Gunship?" Jensen asks.

"Jesus man, it's a ball, not a war-zone," Dellion exclaims.

"About the same thing if you ask me," Jensen replies as he sends a brief message to the Legion Diplomatic Security Protection Team that is responsible for looking after Dellion and his wife when they are overseas.

In rapid order, Dellion in his Class Uniform with enough medals to make any third world tin pot dictator green with envy, his wife wearing a dress and shoes that makes Dellion green from being sick at the thought of how much this is going to cost him, and his bodyguards a little green around the gills from having been pulled out of an all night party in the Redlight district of Port Sudan are waiting patiently in line at the ball with their invites in hands.

"Now boys, if anyone shoots anyone for any reason I'm going to have your testicles mounted on my mantle," Rebecca says with a nasty glare at the bodyguards.

"Yes ma'am, we read you ma'am," they say one by one.

"Good, and Dellion, no drinking to an excess tonight, you will not be attempting to engage in any games of buttdarts at this function," Rebecca orders.

Dellion sighs and says, "Yes dear..."

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[quote]Dispatch from the Office of the August Imperator to all Vassals:

Come, and tell the Empress what a wonderful job she did. Failure to comply with these instructions shall earn you execution.

-August Imperator Yuan Jia[/quote]

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[quote name='Kankou' timestamp='1314528559' post='2789883']
Grand Papua, given the style of government, shall have quite a few people (estimated more than forty) attending the Ball. We would be thankful if accommodations would be made.
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Forty members is an outrageous amount, our apologies but making such accommodations will be impossible and unfair to nearly every other nation showing a desire to attend. An entourage of five or less is preferred.

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"Dellion dear, did you read the invitation correctly?" Rebecca asks.

"Yep, here let me show you it," Dellion says as he hands it to her.

"Dearest, light of my life, you do know we are about a day early for this event?" Rebecca asks with no small measure of annoyance.

"Welp, in that case let's go check into a hotel and crap out for 24 hours, I'm sure those guards could use some sleep judging from the way they are swaying and weaving all over the place," Dellion says as he points to his security team.

"Quite right, while you doze, I'm going shopping, but first," Rebecca says as she walks up to an Austrian who looks semi-important and says, "Hello, I'm from Legion, my husband Dellion is an idiot who can't read. We've arrived far too early and rest assured we'll be back here tomorrow in time for this lovely ball. Until then please pass my regards onto her Majesty and let her know that Mr. and Mrs. Dellion are in Budapest and we are delighted to have her lovely invitation and that we look forward to seeing her Majesty tomorrow," as Rebecca Dellion hands the man her business card that clearly identifies herself as she leads Dellion and the three queasy looking guards back to their official car to go check into a nice hotel somewhere that hopefully serves breakfast and hot black coffee.

"I'm surprised you didn't invite the Empress out shopping," Dellion says.

"Oh dear man, you really are a man aren't you? The woman is planning a ball, she's probably up to her neck in alligators getting everything sorted out. Better to leave her in peace, I'll invite her out if she ever drops by Port Sudan," Rebecca responds with a hint of exasperation for the male species in her voice.

"I ought to let you do all the diplomating," Dellion mutters.

"Yes dear, you really should."

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[quote name='Sarah Tintagyl' timestamp='1314535407' post='2789901']
Forty members is an outrageous amount, our apologies but making such accommodations will be impossible and unfair to nearly every other nation showing a desire to attend. An entourage of five or less is preferred.
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We shall limit the number to eight. Would that me possible?

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Having opted to stay in Wien to tour the city after his meeting with the Austrian government, Duke- now King- Alaric was given his invitation by one of his guards posted at his hotel room. He sent notice of his intention to attend the ball in Budapest, and then sent a message to Chancellor Sigismund Schr├Ąder to do likewise.

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"Well that took some time but finally [i]Ungarn[/i] is back where it belongs."

Kronprinz Dierik Martens and Althing Lord Foch-Glassermann will make themselves present at this ball of course.

Dierik will be dressed in a ceremonial uniform which includes the Martens family sword, while Foch-Glassermann will opt for an oddly elegant mix of traditional, high quality Germanic garb with a suit. A black tunic with white pants underneath, in which the tunic had two pockets.

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"The [i]sovereign Queendom of Zargathia[/i] would like to attend with a party of three. Possibly four, depending on the primary language spoken of course. Admittedly we do not yet know much about your nation, would this be German or Hungarian?"

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[quote name='Amyante' timestamp='1314553012' post='2790026']
"The [i]sovereign Queendom of Zargathia[/i] would like to attend with a party of three. Possibly four, depending on the primary language spoken of course. Admittedly we do not yet know much about your nation, would this be German or Hungarian?"
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[b]Dispatch from the Office of the August Imperator of the United Federation of the East:[/b]

Supervision per this party shall be handed off from the Imperial Stewardship upon arrival in Hungary, to the August Imperator's Imperial Guard. They've been instructed to be respectful but its highly advised you continue in compliance with them.

-Qi, Chief of Staff of the Office of the August Imperator

A second diplomatic dispatch was sent from the Office of the Grand Vizier to the personal mail box of the Imperial Family.

[b]Formal Diplomatic Dispatch to Austria-Hungary:[/b]

As the August Imperator shall be there in some official role as Emperor Consort of Austria (pansy), we have sent Princess Yuan Xuehua and Grand Vizier Wei Hai.

-Vice Imperator Kou

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For the Lady Protector of the Cajun Federation and her entourage, they would arrive in Budapest aboard two specially-appropriated VIP transports, built from the shell of a C-17 Strategic Airlifter. The first aircraft had a completely redone interior, with an office for the Lady Protector, as well as comfortable seating and some sleeping areas for guests and the crew itself. While the plane had spartan accommodations, Michelle was used to such things, being a former army officer. She would sleep for most of the trip, intermittently being woken up for a briefing here and there, before taking about an hour before her arrival to prepare for the night.

She wore a red dress, as well as the simple crown that she was appropriated as Lady Protector, along with a light makeup but nothing too flashy. While she felt it was her duty as Head of State to attend this function, she frowned on pomp and grand occasion. After donning her attire, she would read one last briefing, being the usual workaholic that she was, before buckling in for the final approach on Budapest.

Following her own plane, both were colored a simple white with grey undersides, bearing the large emblem of a flag of the Cajun Federation right below the cockpit, and had the Cajun Federation's roundels on the wings, a blue circle with a Fleur de leis, was the delegation's transport. The trailing aircraft carried two simple white SUVs, both adequately armored, as well as a small, token reaction squad from Group 62, all wearing civilian attire, but able to move on a moment's notice. As the aircraft made their final approach and were cleared to land, Michelle would look out one of the few portholes of her transport at the glittering lights below.

"It has been a long time," she sighed, smiling to herself.

"Not sure if we're on the most Cajun-friendly continent, Mademoiselle Protector," noted the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, Francois LePage.

"Well, its our only ally, Francois, we would do well to honor their invitation," responded Michelle, smiling enigmatically at him.

"Why you cancelled all our defensive pacts, save for one with Austria, is still beyond me," he hissed, leaning in to look at his younger counterpart intently.

"If it is still beyond you, it will probably always be beyond you, Francois, sometimes one makes their own roads. We have a path to follow that is of our own making," she noted, looking at him coolly.

He just sighed, and jolted slightly in his seat when the plane touched down on the runway. Michelle just smiled to herself, and said cheerfully, as they taxied, "Another happy landing."

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Upon receiving the invitation extensive debate would begin in the Imperial Palace of Caserta. Valerio himself was not looking forward to such an event while a close friend and the other monarch was in a hospital while the East was burning. Likewise he felt that it would look bad to the populace if he left now. However after guarantees by the Chief Magistrate, advice by Foreign Affairs and the security concerns of staying the High Guard outlined he decided to go himself. A notice would be sent to the Austro-Hungarian government that the Emperor and Empress of the Western Athenian Federation would attend.

That afternoon the Imperial couple headed towards the international airport in Rome. Less than 2 hours later the plane descended at the airport in Budapest. Extensive protection had been arranged however most of these guards would leave the delegation once Austrian authorities took over. Only the personal guards assigned to Valerio and Magdalena were to stay for the entire event. "Happy to be back?"He whispered to Magdalena as they headed for the exit of the airplane.

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His Imperial Majesty appreciates the time taken to write this letter of invitation, and for that he sends his best regards to Empress Maria Theresia of Austria. His Imperial Majesty looks forward to meeting with her Imperial Highness, and hopes this event would not only be a celebration of the resurrection of Austria-Hungary, but the mending of relations between Austria and Bohemia since the time of Frederick Von Hapsburg.

His Imperial Majesty will bring only myself and one member of his Majesties Imperial Guard for protection. I would also like to request on the behalf of his Imperial Majesty, a room in her Imperial Highness's Palace if possible. We look forward to your hospitality.

-[b]Consul of Foreign Affairs:[/b] Samantha Sinthgunt

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Stahl was quite surprised to receive the invitation to the ball in Austria. He was even more shocked to learn that the ball had been named in his honor. Immediately, he sent a message to the Empress.

[quote]Empress,

I do thank you for the invitation. I shall be attending.[/quote]

Afterward, he picked out his finest uniform and ordered his personal shuttle to prepare for immediate takeoff.

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