[center][h2]The Republic of Toubres[/h2][/center]

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The reports spread out across the desk in front of Leonardo Serra certainly made for interesting reading. Despite the obvious severity of the situation, the Líder do Conselho couldn't help but smile as he read the account of the latest speech made by Emanuel Fernandes. The Representative of the Republic of Toubres at the recent summits was an old friend of Leonardo, a very old friend. The two men had been born on the same street, a few doors down from each other in a narrow street in the beating heart of Amzores. They'd become friends when they were still children, looking to escape from beneath their mother's skirts. The same burning ambition had burned within both of them, and it was that driving ambition that had dragged them both continuously upwards. Both had found that it was in government that they could find the steps they needed to climb above their station. 

That was decades ago, and look at them now. Leonardo stood as the Lider do Conselho, undoubtedly one of the most powerful men in the whole of the Republic, while Emanuel was the international face of Toubres. However any who claimed that it was only Emanuel's friendship with the high-ranking Leonardo that had secured him his own impressive career were sorely mistaken. Emanuel had forged his own path, his brilliant eloquence and burning charisma clearly defining himself as the best man for the task when the first international summit was called by The Holy Territories of Edoniras. And he had certainly proven himself. Although he of course was guided by the constant string of letters running between Emanuel and the Conselho itself, it was his own words he spoke, and his own passion that fueled him. 

Now, with Europe seemingly in flames, Leonardo could think of no better man to be the spokesman of the Republic, the representative of Toubres, with the whole nation at his back. A quick gesture from the Lider do Conselho called forward the servant who had been waiting patiently to one side of the room, and a page of parchment, already addressed to Emanuel, was slid across the desk until it rested before Leonardo. Fountain pen already in hand, Leonardo began to write.