lost ~completed~

chapter 11

The lithe Italian sat at his desk surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. He sighed and ran a hand through aburn hair. He wasn't used to such a large amount of work. He wouldn't complain though. The more work to do; the more work he was getting done.

Despite what others would say about the Italian, Feliciano knew how to work and wouldn't complain when receiving a large work load. Feliciano didn't mind when he knew that work would take him further up the food chain. For far too long, he had been near the bottom; silently staying out of sight so he could make his plans. His plans have been long complete and perfected. It had taken a lot of time and resources to gather the man power he needed. Fortunately, many of his citizens were also waiting for the day when the name 'Italy' would make others shiver in fear.

Now, he had obtained a vast amount of followers who were all willing to sacrifice their lives for their countries. They were all careful to not make word of their increasing army to anyone who might betray them while they had been growing. So far, all has gone smoothly. Everything was going well.

Feliciano felt powerful for the first time in his long life. He had a few allies on his side who loved him as he had once thought Ludwig loved him and he had all his followers who would stay with him to the end, which promised success for him.

Feliciano hoped to make a small dent in the mountain of papers before he left the building. A small smirk tugged at the edges of his mouth. He looked forward to seeing Ludwig and Kiku tomorrow. He glanced at the clock. They usually received their water around this time. He shook his head. He needed to stay on task. He went back to the work at hand.

A knock at the door broke through the silence in the room. Feliciano didn't look up from work.

"Come in." he ordered. The door groaned, alerting Feliciano that the person entered. Footsteps proceeded to the desk at the opposite end of the room. The person stopped a respectable distance from the desk.

"Excuse me, sir?" Feliciano immediately recognized the voice as General Alfonso. He was an aged man who was brilliant with war strategies. He was tall and muscular despite being well into his forties. He suited his name well; Alfonso meaning ready for battle. Feliciano looked up at the General.

"Yes General." Feliciano responded respectfully. Amongst his men and generals, he required that they treat him with the most respect as possible and they would get respect in return.

"I have some very important news for you; good and bad." Alfonso said dipping his head in the greeting Feliciano required.

"I'll have the bad news first." Feliciano said with a sigh. It must be pretty big news if Alfonso was the one telling it to him.

"Germany and Japan have escaped." Alfonso said. He paused seeing Feliciano's eyes darken and his expressionless face twist to an irate expression. When Feliciano was silent, he continued. "They attacked the guard while he was giving them their water and they escaped somehow and used the mans weapons to attack the guards. They made it to the door and the men that had been sent to intercept them would have gotten them if it hadn't been for some unexpected guests. I haven't watched any tapes; I wanted to let you know and offer you to come with me before I did." Alfonso finished.

Feliciano was trembling in anger, "Yes, take me to the video surveillance room."

Alfonso dipped his head, "As you wish. May I warn you sir that we're still cleaning up the hallways." Feliciano waved to him impatiently and got up from his chair. The paperwork would have to wait and undoubtedly he would have more when he returned. He maneuvered around his desk. The General stepped out of his way as he walked past. The doors were opened by the guards, always present by the doors and Feliciano walked out.