Date: 17th of March, 1961
Time: Noon
Location: Front of the Sardinian Embassy, Aerport
Finally, Franco had arrived after a long and delayed airship flight due to the painfully inconvenient sandstorms. He had returned from a long trip to his homeland, to watch the proclamation of the Kingdom of Italy and Vittorio Emmanuelle himself be crowned the King. He had then toured the city of Rome, the soon to be capital of Italy, a great sight to behold. The legacy of the pope had ended, and the legacy of Italy and maybe even Rome, had just begun.
Even though he had an umbrella tucked into his armpit, he let the rain hit his head through his thin hair, it felt rather relaxing. After standing in the rain for a while, he suddenly realised that he probably didn't look normal, standing still in the rain with an umbrella he wouldn't open. He broke out of his relaxed state and had a look around, people were already staring at the old man curiously. He didn't waste any more time standing in the rain outside, he quickly started to move towards the building. The building had a very classical Italian, almost Roman looking exterior, as opposed to the many others around it that were Victorian in style. The building's exterior was renovated a year before to look like this, at Franco's request. One thing that did catch his attention though, was the fact that the embassy had not yet replaced the Sardinian flags outside with the new flag of the Italian Kingdom. What an absolute insult to the new Italian State! Franco sped up his walking pace, and marched into the embassy. He greeted everyone in a rushed and rather harsh way, and walked up to a group of the servants. In a rightfully angered fashion, he shouted at them to replace the glorious Sardinian flags with the even more glorious Italian flag, how dare they not recognise the unification of Italy! He then ordered one to take his suitcase and wet coat to his headquarters. The old man had caused quite the commotion, and waited a bit to calm down. As the faces which had been looking at him turned away, he made his way towards another old gentleman to make small talk: 'Don't they know how rude...'
Time: Noon
Location: Front of the Sardinian Embassy, Aerport
Finally, Franco had arrived after a long and delayed airship flight due to the painfully inconvenient sandstorms. He had returned from a long trip to his homeland, to watch the proclamation of the Kingdom of Italy and Vittorio Emmanuelle himself be crowned the King. He had then toured the city of Rome, the soon to be capital of Italy, a great sight to behold. The legacy of the pope had ended, and the legacy of Italy and maybe even Rome, had just begun.
Even though he had an umbrella tucked into his armpit, he let the rain hit his head through his thin hair, it felt rather relaxing. After standing in the rain for a while, he suddenly realised that he probably didn't look normal, standing still in the rain with an umbrella he wouldn't open. He broke out of his relaxed state and had a look around, people were already staring at the old man curiously. He didn't waste any more time standing in the rain outside, he quickly started to move towards the building. The building had a very classical Italian, almost Roman looking exterior, as opposed to the many others around it that were Victorian in style. The building's exterior was renovated a year before to look like this, at Franco's request. One thing that did catch his attention though, was the fact that the embassy had not yet replaced the Sardinian flags outside with the new flag of the Italian Kingdom. What an absolute insult to the new Italian State! Franco sped up his walking pace, and marched into the embassy. He greeted everyone in a rushed and rather harsh way, and walked up to a group of the servants. In a rightfully angered fashion, he shouted at them to replace the glorious Sardinian flags with the even more glorious Italian flag, how dare they not recognise the unification of Italy! He then ordered one to take his suitcase and wet coat to his headquarters. The old man had caused quite the commotion, and waited a bit to calm down. As the faces which had been looking at him turned away, he made his way towards another old gentleman to make small talk: 'Don't they know how rude...'