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Augustus Rolft had terrible headache, and it seemed unlikely that the discomfort would dissipate any time soon. Rolft was at a conference with a few delegated members of the Parisian government sent to clear the air between Munich and the recent anti-German elections in Paris. He had already greeted several of the delegates, and managed to listen to some of their criticisms of the recent embargo, and fears of Brazilian action against both West and Central Africa. Before he spoke, he took a deep breath, as if to plan out a way to make the conversation go the way in which he want it to go.
He looked out at the delegates, cleared his throat, and smiled in spite of their looks of distrust and general apathy. "Well gentlemen, since we have already brushed past the formality of introductions and whatever pleasantries may accompany such rituals, I am please to firstly, make your acquaintance. I am Augustus Rolft, new Foreign Secretary for the German Reich, previous ambassador to Scandinavia, and veteran of several campaigns that happened too far away, and long ago that I wish to remember." He laughed. None of the Parisians did.
"Now, I am well aware that you are hesitant to work so closely with the government that had brought yours to the brink of destruction. Hesitance is understandable. The responsibility of helping you see the kindness and reason behind German action in regards to the recent unpleasantries with the South Americans has fallen squarely on my shoulders, an honor for which I am most pleased to commit to." One of the lead ambassadors made a motion, as if to speak, but robotically Rolft held his hand up.
"You gentlemen, and I emphasis that word, have been hammering the Imperial Foreign Ministry with quite the number of requests, demands and worries the past few weeks. Contrary to whatever the previous "administration", if I may, might have done in regards to your issues please summarily forget. I wish to speak to your personally on the matters you have brought to me so we can both part our separate ways and meet again, hopefully under less duress. I am firstly, well aware of your requests to give you loans to pay off your debts to Vinland. Consider it finished; the last thing we wish is for any heated conflict with our pan-Atlantic friends.
The same man who attempted to speak before tried his hand again, only to be silenced by another motion by the still smiling Rolft. "Please, just a minute."
"On the issue of the general embargo of any and all Brazilian goods as a consequence of their recent actions against both the Kongo Society, and the general peace of Europe for the last.. oh what was it? Two or three decades now? The Imperial government has made it very clear to your government that the complicit support of the Parisian government is not only important for this to ideal pan-Eurasian-embargo-of-Brazilian-goods-arrangement to be achieved, but quite frankly required. After all, we are largely doing this for
your benefit, since your previous refusal to so much as allow the German government to glance towards your African colonies." He laughed again. Everyone else remained silent.
"And so I won't threaten you, or do anything absurd. We have thoroughly beaten your forces just a few months ago, and it wouldn't do our cause very much good if we
forced anything on you. We won't. We fully understand that under the finer points of the Treaty of St. Gall, that your ability to create and make decisions for the betterment of your people is fully guaranteed; you are not our puppets. You are free and independent men that should, or rather
must act in accordance with the benefits of your people in mind." At this point Rolft stood up, holding a black telephone in one hand, and set it on the table.
"To get the questions out of the way; this is arguably the second most secure phone in the entirety of the Union."
"That being said, I shall phrase it to you like this. You gentlemen can either make one phone call today, or make several. These are you options." Rolft stared at the stoic crowd. The silence lasted a few seconds before one of the larger men in the group, a man Rolft recognized as Guy Arsenault, from the pre-meeting briefing stood up.
"What does that mean, two options? We came here on the-" Rolft started saying the words exactly as Arsenault was. "-pretense that we would have a fair discussion of the practicality of a Parisian embargo of Brazilian goods." Rolft let out a bit of a squeal.
"Ohh, I have a knack for guessing where and when people are going with the ideas they put on their letterheads. Forgive my rudeness, Monseiur Arsenault, I just do love doing that. But yes, this is that discussion. It is far more clear-cut than your government has been making it seem in your messages. Sometimes it's best to look at the situation for what it is, not what you wish it was. So please, allow me to explain what I mean by two options; then we can have some desert, and go our ways."
"First option," Augustus slammed his hand on top of the phone "Is for you to call your government offices back in Paris, and inform them that you are, A, receiving the amount of money you petitioned the German government for, in regards to your debts to Vinland, and B, going to be participating in the full European embargo of Brazilian goods starting immediately."
He paused and stared out at the group of men. "The second option, is the one where you firstly, dial the number one, one, oh, three, two, seven, talk to the sweet woman, er, her name is Elke, and ask for extension one. From that point, you will tell President Anton Drexler that you intend to refuse his requests for embargo, and his [10 EP], and fully intend on paying us back the loans you have taken from us last year."
"Monseiur Rolft, don't be absur-" Rolft cut him off.
"Please, relax yourself Mr. Arsenault. That is the easy part. Drexler is a calm man, and he would understand of course. You will then call the foreign offices of Catalan, Italy, Denmark, Croatia, Serbia, Rome, the Russian Empire, Normandy, Aquitaine, Bulgaria, Dauphine, Euskadi, Galicia, the Netherlands, Orleans, Poitou, India, Romania, my dear friends in Scandinavia, and a series of several other nations whom have either offered their complete support, or are currently leanings towards helping us out, and let them know that you wish to be the squeaky wheel in the progress of this collective cart, and that for all intents and purposes the embargo is off. You can also probably throw a call in to Vinland and Argentina, and let them both know that your payment is going to be off a little bit this year; oh, and call Brazil as well. Remind them of your loyalty, then ask them to not take your colonies for being unable to make payments
please."
"You're ridiculous."
"The nerve!" Rolft said, hand to his chest. "I take offense to being referred to as
ridiculous. I am merely being brutally honest." He started dialing a number on the phone
"We will deliberate amongst ourselves and get back to you and Drexler when we damn well please. You can't hold German 'generosity' over our heads to convince us to kowtow."
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Bitte ruhe, Monseiur Arsenault, I am on the phone- yes. Hello, Elka, this is Minister Rolft, can you please connect me to the Russian embassy?" There was a pause. The Parisians looked at one another; surely Rolft was bluffing. They all thought so, until he started speaking rapidly in Russian. Roflt shot a glance in Arsenault's direction, and whispered something in the phone, before laughing. The gazes of the Parisians went from Rolft to Arsenault, who remained fixed on Augustus.
"Alright, Rolft." Arsenault muttered. Rolft kept talking however, and the speed of the conversation picked up."I said alright Rolft." This time Aresenault said it louder.
Roflt stared at him for a few seconds, said something in Russian, and put the phone down. "You know, it is very, very due to interupt someone when they're on the phone with someone, especially someone as important as
Gospodin Grekov." Roflt smiled at the frowning Aresnault. "But I suppose, considering the situation, a bit of rudeness can be accepted. Welcome to the fold gentlemen."
The Parisians sat silently looking at one another, Arsenault red in the face. "Please Monsieur Arsenault. Don't look so perturbed. I have buzzed my secretary; our celebratory desert is on it's way."
Rolft hardly noticed that no one else touched there pastry. It was too good for him to not help himself. His headache disappeared as well.