[b]10 Downing Street, London, England[/b]

Owen Pyke sat in his office within Number 10, gently tapping a black pen against an old oak desk, while staring down at a piece of paper. He brought a heavy hand up to his face, covering his eyes, and slowly pulling the hand down until he reached his beard, which he gave a slight tug before releasing. With a sudden stop of the pen tapping, the prime minister stood up and walked to a book case, hovering his finger over the titles as he looked for something in particular. 

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Pyke looked up from his search just long enough to motion for his bodyguard to open the door. The young man nodded, and pulled open the door without taking one step out of his position. Once opened, a tall, lanky man entered the room carrying a folder. 

“Sir, today's mail.” said the man.

“Yes, yes, just leave it on the desk. I'll get to it soon.” Pyke replied, still not looking away from the book shelf.

“I'm sorry sir, I may be crossing the line here, but... You should read it now. There is something in it that you would very much like to see.”

Raising an eyebrow, Pyke slowly turned and eyed the man up and down. He really was a twig of a man. His short black hair was slicked back, and his blue eyes hidden under a large pair of round glasses. A sharp, pointed nose jutted out from under them, which created a shadow over a thin pair of lips. In comparison to Pyke, who was a bit on the heavier side, this man looked like he would be knocked over by the smallest gust of wind, which Pyke swears he has seen happen before.

Slowly making his way back to the desk, Pyke gave the man a slightly concerned and confused look. “You can take a seat, Thomas. The mail isn't going to go anywhere. You know that, right?”

As Pyke said the last words, Thomas snapped out of whatever trance of excitement he was in, and nodded. “Yes sir, of course!” Taking a seat across the desk from the Prime Minister, Thomas sat up straight, and stared at the Prime Minister, awaiting his response.

Getting concerned now, Pyke picked up the mail and sorted through it all. 

“Junk, garbage, a letter from my sister, more junk, an invitation, a letter from Aus-”

Pyke cut off after reaching the letter in the back, and slowly raised it closer to his face, taking a better look. After confirming it is what he thought it was, Pyke grabbed a letter opener, and slowly opened the envelope, taking extra care not to hurt the letter within. After gently pulling the paper out of it's travel case, Pyke began to read it aloud. 

By the time he had finished, the look of worry on his face turned into a look of pure enjoyment. 

“Thomas. I... I don't... Can you believe this?”

The young aid simply shook his head. He had assumed the letter would have some sort of good news in it, but this was far from what he had expected.

“Sir... Shall I write up a response?”

“No, no.” Pyke said, taking a seat himself now. “I will reply to this one personally. I want you to go make as many preparations as we need. I am going to invite the Australian Governor-General here. I want this to be a huge event. Get the news people riled up, and make a big deal out of this. The picture of him signing the agreement and us shaking hands should be something for the history books. We've pretty much been given exactly what we wanted, and all I did was give one speech.”

Sitting and smiling proudly, Pyke pulled out a fresh piece of paper, and a special pen out form his desk, as Thomas left the room. The Prime Minister quickly got to work on a reply.

“Dear Governor-General Mark Chapman,

Your letter was honestly inspiring to read. I had never thought anything like this would have happened so soon, so you can imagine the look on my face as I read your letter. I hereby would like to invite you to Britain for an official ceremony, where we will both sign an agreement, and acknowledge the official re institution of the commonwealth, and even better, of the British Empire. We can be ready for your arrival within the week, with the signing taking place two days after. 

Thank you once again for your awe-inspiring letter. I look forward to the cooperation and unity our two nations shall share from here on out.

Sincerely, 

Prime Minister Owen Pyke