Escalation

"Sir, ever since we've been reeling in more and more civilians from their stasis, the rate of consumer goods have raised tremendously. Even more then we ever predicted it could reach. What should we do about it? It's tampering with our industrial progress."

"We'll just ask for more help."

"Mr. President, I do believe they've helped us very much enough. They most certainly have their own problems to face. And we can't look so dependent on them helping us because of how it would be translated internationally. We'd look like jokes. Meer puppets to the nation of Equestria."

"In my three years in office, I've very well experienced the limit for asking a bigger state for help. What do you think the United States has been doing for the past half century?"

"Proxy wars and monitoring the communists?"

"I was gonna say except that. But as I was saying, we need help. I'm not going to argue any further." Reagan pressed his hands on the table signifying his conclusion.

"Alright sir. You're calling the shots here. Good luck. Have a good day."

"Right. Farewell." he waved to the man while he exited the room.

Reagan searched around his desk to see where his papers had gone to during the talking.

Ah, he thought, finding it under another file.

He read it over again.

Native Agricultural Accommodation Act

Upon the request of the United States Department of Agriculture, Congress has proposed a new act for the better development among the rural areas of the native regions in the newly formed Federal Republic of the United States of America. Many argue that the lands should be preserved instead of our past methods to industrialize the whole of the United States during its age of the Manifest Destiny. We have now learned that nature is limited and can easily go scarce if not taken care of by society. The act being read currently suggests an improvement of the industrial status inside the city centers, but at all possible costs necessary, to avoid the agricultural regions of the FRUSA. Others argue that if the United States does not tackle the economic/industrial issues it currently faces up against, it will never be a dominant power on the new world stage. It is a sure guess that the president of the FRUSA would like to maintain their global status as a world superpower, but in order to do that, industrialization of the lands are keen. While it is very much possible to maintain better environmental healthiness along with dominant urban centers, it will take a lot of time and planning, and overall will be a difficult task to uphold. Should the president of the FRUSA pass this act, then we will now enter a period of industrialization alongside with rapid efforts for nature preservation in the surrounding areas outside the populated centers.

Sign X.___

“Uhm—uhm excuse me… Mr… Reagan…?”

He turned his head upwards to see the voice. It was a young male, perhaps in his twenties or so holding a few papers and documents.

“Some more papers I presume.”
said the president.

“Yeah… oh and the mail."

"Right. Just put it on the desk."

The man did what he asked and left the room.

"Oh and wait..." said Reagan.

The man stopped and stared at the president.

"Yes?"

"Can you get me some coffee?"

"I'll have someone onto that."

"Thank you."

The door closed behind the man as Reagan looked down at his papers he was just presented. He stared at the letter neatly folded closed with a exotic seal on the front.

In Her Majesty We Trust it had in graved in the seal. He opened the letter and took out the paper inside the folds.
In it, showed a slick and polished handwritten message from.. Princess Celestia..? Well than it wouldn't be handwritten and more like... mouth-written? No wait, she can carry objects with her horn. So... horn written? I guess that works for now, he should ask her later. English and.. 'Ponish' literature and language was nearly indifferent from each other aside from a few parallels that wouldn't make sense in the other world. He suddenly noticed that he had been floating off topic and shouldn't have been this interested in the look of the letter. So he began to read the paper.

Dear Mr. Ronald Reagan, it is to my attention that some, if not most of my subjects currently residing in the land I lent you are becoming more and more discontent by the treatment your species have been handing to them for the past 2 weeks. On behalf of Equestria, I demand integration between our two species. I do not ask much favors to others, so consider this one important. Thank you for reading this and hopefully listening to my requests.

Best regards,

Right. Of course she would have asked him. Why would she not want freedom for her subjects? He'll be sure to attempt some kind of integration with the two species.

He shuffled through the other stacks of paper brought to him, and noticed another small letter. He opened it, and written on it, he read the letter.

Dear President Reagan,

We are aware of your difficulties in trying to organize the country once more, but we (the army council) do think you can try and give some attention to the military, as the professionalism and experience in our men could just be rendered as 'disorganized militia'. We ask for your aid in the funding of our military. If the proper help is not received in 7 weeks, we will take out funds for ourselves. Do not forget what the fine print said, Mr. President.

Good day,

Well, reading that just made everything worse. Was he even able to choose one of the two decisions he could make without getting the other side angry? There had to be another way.

"So," said the premier to the men sitting down.

There was a brief pause before Gorbachev continued his talking.

"I know you all remember Perestroika, and may have mixed feelings about it, but even if the Soviet Union is now in another world does not mean we should abandon all our policies and tasks at hand. Therefore, I am still going to implement democratic reforms on the people and you all will help me whether you like it or not. Do you have any questions?'

Everyone was silent. A few coughs and sniffs here and there but besides that it was practically a library.

"And, democratic reforms also mean an implementation of some capitalist elements into our political and economic structure in order to maintain a more satisfied community. Does anyone want to comment on this?" he asked before looking back at the men.

One of them raised their hand wanting to talk.

"Yes? Grigory?"

"Compared to most men in our government, to say the least, I'm much more liberal than them. Therefore, most of your policies are satisfying to me, but, I do have a few questions. How are we to deal with the popular socialist senators in power at this very moment? Wouldn't they feel betrayed and furious of our continuous campaigns towards a free nation? And second, this will most definitely have some kind of negative side effects from the extreme shift in political ideals in this hugely populated country, with even more souls because of all the refugees from the other countries."

"Remind me those countries." asked Gorbachev.

"Well, there was Iran, Afghanistan, Mongolia, Northern China, most of Eastern Europe, Finland, and the Balkans."

"And how many do those add up to?'

"I think around 20-30 million."

"....." the leader thought silently.

"That's not a problem. Who doesn't love democracy?" he answered.

"Some of their leaders, some of their people."

"What are they gonna do to us? Protest? I'm sure they're aware of how we respond to those things."

"So you're basically unofficially challenging them to launch some kind of revolution or coup against our Soviet government?" inquired the senator with a raised eyebrow.

"We don't need a discussion about this, friend, we have guns, they don't, so we give them the guns." he replied, putting an arm on the man's shoulder. He patted his back before walking out the door. Informally dismissing the meeting with a, "discussion has been exhausted of necessity. You're all free to go." he said, waving has hand.

"Oh, and when I said 'giving them the guns', that was supposed to mean shoot them if they don't stop. Just the greater good stuff right? America always does that.. even if our rival isn't here with us anymore."

Reagan's deciding had been getting nowhere ever since he read those two letters. So, in order to decide which issue he would tackle first, he simply did a flip of a coin. Tails. Military reform. Alright. He had spent enough time pondering like an idiot, it was now his turn to be productive today. He phones the general's number and waited.

"Hello?" responded a partially exhausted sounding voice.

"Okay Mac, I'm in."

"Great. Let's discuss the thing tomorrow."

"W-why not now?" asked the president.

"Mr. Reagan, this is anything but a rude comment when I say, that it's 3 in the god damn morning!"

"It is? How do you know?"

"I don't. It was just an over exaggeration. Did it work?"

"I'm not sure..."

"Yeah, we haven't gotten the time around to adjust our time to the time of this planet's. considering the fact that they're in a completely different position from where our solar and lunar bodies. I-I'm pretty sure their days are 10 hours longer than ours. Their nights as well."

"Inconvenience..." muttered the president to himself. "Right, if it's really that late then I'd better get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow.. maybe."

He lowered the phone onto the stand and exited his office. The partially constructed White house was quiet and empty. Some of the still glowing lights flickered on and off as he cautiously made his way towards his room. The infinite carpet floor patterns repeating as he walked his way down the hall. His path eventually led up to a corridor leading up to the bedroom. Except it was to his cognizance that he wasn’t gonna get any sleep just yet.

Luna made her way to some strange settlement near Ponyville she had never seen before. She needed to move fast. She could sense somepony was in grave danger. A white building that looked like a town hall had the strange feeling she’d been feeling. It had to be the source. She teleported into the building and— a white pony? Tall, rainbow ma- “Celestia?!” she spat out.

“What in the stars are you doing here?”

“None of your interests, Luna.”

“That’s sister to you,” she firmly glared.

She looked to her surroundings and saw—
“A human?” she said out loud again, “what in our galaxy is a human doing here?”

“What are you two doing here?” the creature she rudely said.

“I sensed something wrong here. I came to investigate. Very strange that it was only… my dear sister,” she deadpanned.

“Tell me sister, what are you doing here?” she asked to the sun.

“None of your concern.” she grumbled.

Poof

She suddenly disappeared then and there, as the human looked all around to see where she went.

“It is no use, human. She has teleported somewhere far.”

“Teleportation? You can do that too?” asked the alien.

“We can do much things with our magic that I suppose you can’t do without your technology,” she whistled some air out, “now, where to begin.. ah, yes. What art though name?” she asked politely.

“Uh… no need to be so formal with me. I’m Ronald. Ronald Wilson Reagan. President of the United States. Mr. Reagan is formal enough to me, but I’m usually fine and tolerant to those who simply call me Reagan.” he gave a chill smile, attempting to beam up with tall posture to look his part.

“Impressive. Though I’m certainly confused of how I haven’t heard of you or your country. There are humans I’ve seen, but had never stated their correlation with a ‘United States’.” responded the Moon Monarch, eye brow raised.

“Other humans?” the human now known as ‘Ronald Reagan’ eagerly jumped in right after she spoke.

“Ah, yes, you must be interested in these other humans.”

“Interested? I thought our people were the only ones who escaped the aftermath of the apocalypse!”

“The apocalypse… ah yes. The one that unfortunately destroyed your planet. Such a shame. All those innocent souls burnt to a crisp.”

“Yeah, it’s not a joy to remember. Especially because I take responsibility. But back to the other humans, who do they state their allegiance with? Maybe it could be a major ally of ours.”

“Hm… something.. Union… oh, right. I think it was ‘Souliet Union’? I’m sure you know them. Perhaps they were a great friend of yours.” Luna gave a warm smile, that lowered into a neutral expression waiting for ‘Ronald Reagan’ to respond. His mouth was partly open, his eyes wide and dilated. Was he scared? Or just shocked?

“Soviet Union,” muttered the human.

"Is there something wrong with this 'Souliet Union'?" asked the princess.

"E-eh... eh-yes! Communists. Killed everyone and ignored our attempts to communicate with them. They destroyed us all. They destroyed our planet!" hissed Reagan.

"Th-them? The 'Souliet Union'? I simply won't believe this. I know they were sincere in their kindness. This.. failure in communication you mentioned... maybe it was something else? Maybe they were willing to negotiate but something had happened?”

“Everyday I partially hope that was the case, and their could still be hope in our relationship, but that simply isn’t likely. Soviets have backstabbing personalities I assure you. I know we just met but.. do me a favor, keep an eye on the bastards? I don’t trust them one bit.”

"Hm..." she paused, "your wish is granted, on the condition that you must forgive them if they mean nothing but apologies for the past," she ordered firmly.

Reagan stopped for a moment to consider the idea. He then answered.

"Alright, sure. But the deal is signed, you won't break it." he gave a stonewall glance back at her.

She nodded to this.

"I will go now, stay safe. We will discuss current matters in the future."

After that, she disappeared out the building, flying into the night sky as the full moon shined itself upon the earth.