Athens, Adriatic League...
"Mr. President, Mr. President a word?" asked the reporter from the Bosporus Bugel.
"The Press, you vultures, hah, I wouldn't give you the time of day" smiled il Duce as he turned to Antonin Rossi "I thought you said this would be an indisclosed location?"
"Well, I thought it was too. It must've leaked." said Rossi fumbling nervously through his papers. "Has Francisco arrived yet?"
"No, I don't know where he could be, we leave in ten minutes-" just then he was interrupted.
"SALUTO IL DUCE!" yelled a familiar voice, it was Francisco Franco. A Spanish General, now turned foreign minister while Antonin Rossi works on the United Nations charter. "How do you do this fine morning sir? Mr. Rossi, always a pleasure." he said as he shook the ambassador's hand.
"Well gentlmen, we must prepare to launch. It would be wise to get through as soon as possible, you do realize there is a war in the area." said Rossi as he tucked his papers back into his briefcase.
"We have a few minutes before we head off, let us partake in a cigar!" said Mussolini as he pulled out three "These are from Sydneyago, fine fine cigars...
At their final destination...
"Ahh, President Mussolini, Minister Franco welcome. Have you ever seen your embassy before?" asked the foreign ambassador.
"No I haven't actually, its quite nice looking." said Franco.
"It was built by Leopold of Habsburg so many centuries ago, that was quite the day when he arrived, although I can only read in stories, but hey. It changed everything." said the ambassador as he looked at the ornate walls, gold and marble, with winged lions everywhere. It was quite a spectical of the old Adriatic League, the proud and brave nation that singlehandedly took on the Pacific Pact, although it did not fare well...
"So when will she arrive?" asked Franco.
"Madame President will arrive shortly gentlmen, please have a seat, partake on our wine..."
TO BE CONTINUED....
"Mr. President, Mr. President a word?" asked the reporter from the Bosporus Bugel.
"The Press, you vultures, hah, I wouldn't give you the time of day" smiled il Duce as he turned to Antonin Rossi "I thought you said this would be an indisclosed location?"
"Well, I thought it was too. It must've leaked." said Rossi fumbling nervously through his papers. "Has Francisco arrived yet?"
"No, I don't know where he could be, we leave in ten minutes-" just then he was interrupted.
"SALUTO IL DUCE!" yelled a familiar voice, it was Francisco Franco. A Spanish General, now turned foreign minister while Antonin Rossi works on the United Nations charter. "How do you do this fine morning sir? Mr. Rossi, always a pleasure." he said as he shook the ambassador's hand.
"Well gentlmen, we must prepare to launch. It would be wise to get through as soon as possible, you do realize there is a war in the area." said Rossi as he tucked his papers back into his briefcase.
"We have a few minutes before we head off, let us partake in a cigar!" said Mussolini as he pulled out three "These are from Sydneyago, fine fine cigars...
At their final destination...
"Ahh, President Mussolini, Minister Franco welcome. Have you ever seen your embassy before?" asked the foreign ambassador.
"No I haven't actually, its quite nice looking." said Franco.
"It was built by Leopold of Habsburg so many centuries ago, that was quite the day when he arrived, although I can only read in stories, but hey. It changed everything." said the ambassador as he looked at the ornate walls, gold and marble, with winged lions everywhere. It was quite a spectical of the old Adriatic League, the proud and brave nation that singlehandedly took on the Pacific Pact, although it did not fare well...
"So when will she arrive?" asked Franco.
"Madame President will arrive shortly gentlmen, please have a seat, partake on our wine..."
TO BE CONTINUED....
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