Belgrade, Serbia
The crackling of a fire could be heard in Alexsandar's office, while it wasn't cold or even freezing right now he preferred the heat and the sound fire makes. Alexsandar him self had light brown hair. His face was rounded and flattened, and he possessed jade green eyes. His nose was small and not very prominent within his facial features, and brows weren't very thick. He was tall standing at 6"1 and he was of average weight for his age and height. He looked liked he was in his mid 30s or late 20s.He remained concentrated on his work. He wore a long black sleeve shirt, with some blue slacks. His office was large, but was rather lacking in furniture, only a two chairs in front of his polished wood desk and a few bookshelves with collections of literature that seemed to be mostly about philosophy. The fireplace was made of a white stone, the wallpaper being red and yellow striped. Shiny wooden baseboards boarded the room, with the same effect being applied at the top of the walls. His desk was a bit of a mess, papers and pens scattered about.
Alexsandar looked up from the paperwork he was working on as he heard a knocking at the double wooden doors to his office. He sat up and straightened up and threw the papers together in a loose stack. He put most of his pens off to the side of the desk and pulled in further.
"Come in" said Alexsandar in response to whoever was knocking.
Through the doors stepped in Damier Bogdan, Serbia's Minister of Foreign Relations. The man was short when compared to average, only standing at 5"5. He had darker brown here that contrasted with Alexsandar's light brown hair. The men wore a trench coat and rather dark pants and shirts, giving hi more onto the theme of one of the rulers of the state. His face was a bit more oval like then Alexsandars, but still remained flattened. He had dark blue eyes that seems to just gaze at whatever he was looking at.
"Damier! What to do I owe the pleasure?" spoke Alexsandar in a bit of a happy mood.
Damier approached Alexsandars desk and pulled out one of the two chairs that was in front and tucked under the desk. The chair was made of a shiny wood, with a red cushion for the seat. Damier sat down and pushed himself under the front of Alexsandar's desk.
"I just like to discuss a few things with you. Mainly when we actually do plan to begin the reunification, and on that subject..." Damier seemed to pause for a minuted before speaking again "The people of Serbia are getting a bit upset. It has been a while since Yugoslavia collapsed, they were hoping we make are move much sooner then this."
Alexsandar stood up and went to look out the window that was behind him. He looked over the city of Belgrade, the pride and glory of Serbia. Where much of its industry lied, it beautiful rivers flowing calmly amongst the many packed in buildings. He sighed and sat back down.
"The reason I haven't ordered the Generals to move out yet is because we are still building up. The former countries that comprised Yugoslavia may be weak in comparison to us, but a want a decent enough force that we can hold off attacks from a few of them. I also feel that not all the people of Serbia are still in favor of reuniting Yugoslavia back to its former glory. I want to make sure these people see our side, and see the benefits of reuniting Yugoslavia before we make our move." spoke Alexsandar.
"Ah yes then. Anyways we might begin seeking some allies, it might help us when we do begin the reunification of Yugoslavia" said Damier. He and Alexsandar spoke for a while about Serbia and its current state in the international community. After Damier left Alexsandar relaxed a bit, glad that he was finally done speaking to Damier. He personally did not see Damier as friend as he did with his other Ministers, but he got the job done. Alexsandar went back to looking over the many papers layed amongst his desk. He went back to his usual routine and day dreamed of Serbia's bright future.
//This post is considered non-canonical